ChaPTER 1 the day he died…
AUSTINS P.O.V
I smirked as the principal, (which is kind of ironic because he is not slim at all) was deciding on a bad enough punishment. You see. I got into trouble when I plastic wrapped the teachers toilet and put up cameras. Unfortunately, the cameras had my name on them. Classic mistake. Anyway, I was bound to end up in the principal's office, it happens every week. So he seeing me here isn't a surprise.
"You have to…" thought the principal as a list of punishments filled his mind.
"Play Gabriella in the school play?" I asked jokingly.
"Exactly!"
"Wait, what? You know I was only kidding, right? Besides, last time I checked I was a dude" I asked my eyebrows crossed in confusion. Clearly thinking my legs don't look good in a skirt.
"No Mr. Moon, you have to play troy."
I pout "isn't there anything else I could do"
"It is either that or getting suspended" he says
Whoa. I can't get suspended. I'll get killed by my mom. Okay fine.
"I'll play troy." I sighed as I started to get up.
"look at the bright side, you want to know who Gabriella is?"
I honestly I could not care less. You see after *gulp* HE died, I dint really care about the world. I don't know the meaning of attracted. I have never felt that "tingly" feeling they call love and I guess I never will. But I don't care I want to die alone.
"No, not really"
He sighed "well, her name is ally Dawson, the new girl. Her family moved here from New York and she is a really good music-"
I cut him off by walking out of his office.
"Rehearsal is on Friday at 4:30 sharp!" I hear him yell behind me.
As I walk down the hall, I see most of the girls winking or making those "call me" finger moves. I looked at my watch 2:00. Sigh. One more class. The history class. I personally hate this class. I like to be early so I am the first to sit down on my seat and watch the rest take their seats. I see ally Dawson come in. I couldn't believe myself but I think I was staring at her. Rubbing the feeling off, I notice that she comes in with a bunch of girls behind her. Must be popular already. I thought. Oh, there goes the bell, wait this isn't the bell it is the late bell. I guess I must've missed the actual bell.
"Okay class, please take out your textbooks to page 347. Read and complete the questions on page 349. If not done it is for homework. Okay get to work" Mr. Roland says.
45 minutes later…
Riiiiiiinngggg. The final bell to a Wednesday rung. I wonder what my mom made for lunch. Must be good. I know she is in a good mood because she made pancakes. Uh oh. Nothing good happens when she makes pancakes. Like the time where my goldfish died, she made me a stack of pancakes for 2 days straight. But when HE died…. She didn't make me pancakes. She left me alone. Come to think of it I don't remember any food when dad died. I just took money and bought food from there. Anyways, I was so caught up in cuisine I dint realize I was practically running and I hit something…no someone. I look down to see a doe eyed chocolate brown haired girl trying to pick up her books. I immediately went down to help her.
"I am so sorry" I muttered as I look in her eyes and quickly turn away because they looked very familiar, because they were none other than Ally Dawson's eyes.
Let me tell you guys about Ally Dawson. She is the new girl. She is from New York. Yeah that is all I have right now. What! It is not like I stalk her or anything. I don't know much information about her. But everyone says she is really pretty and really funny. In fact her friends pushed her into the play HSM. At least that is what I know from the bleachers.
Now I am back in the picture, as I stare into those eyes…
