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*three days later* *Monday*
"Ally, Ally…it's time for your first day at school…" my dad whispered loudly.
I groaned incomprehensibly and tugged the comforter above my head.
Fuck. School. Great. Canyon Springs High. My new school. Yippee.
Why didn't I enjoy school? Well, since I had to move around a lot, I never really made lasting friends. I was great in my grades (which may
have been due to the no social life going on), but anything that was extra-curricular wasn't really my thing. I didn't really attend any games or
pep rallies. I spent my lunch time walking around the campus or up in the library.
I groan again and sit up to stretch. At least I'm not going to be that new of a Junior since this is everybody else's first day back. Today I had to
go the office, get my schedule, and then deal with whatever welcoming committee came my way. Ugh, great.
"Breakfast is downstairs when you're ready…" dad called as he exited my room.
I got up and turned to my newly organized closet. (When I found out it was a walk-in yesterday, I just about threw up on my dad.)
Hmm. First day of school look. I looked around my floral printed dresses and sighed. Boring. Shitty. Ugly. Why the fuck did I buy that? Ugh,
Boring Ally is going to go through another boring year of being a nobody. What was I going to do now?
I looked at my leather jacket and smiled. Fuck trying to fit in. This year I won't be that shy new girl. It was time for a makeover. I grabbed
the jacket and paired it up with a gold bustier and a leather skirt. I pulled on my leather and gold heels and filled up my modest leather
backpack with my new school supplies. Lastly, I grabbed my skull earrings, the chaos necklace I got from my trip in Rio, a leather and gold
watch, and finally, my skull hand bracelet. I gave myself a once over and looked pleased. Today was going to be the day I, Ally Dawson, will
stand out, loud and proud. I put on some light makeup too to lighten my eyes up. I pulled my curls into a side pony and grabbed my song
book. I can't believe I almost forgot it.
My song book is my everything. It has my hopes, my thoughts, my poems, and of course my songs all wrapped up into one. Without it, I
wouldn't be able to function at all. I picked up my phone and car keys and headed downstairs to my gaping dad in the dining room.
"Erm, Als…?" my dad questioned, raising his eyebrow at my ensemble.
"I'm going to try something new daddy." I tell him proudly, taking a seat and scarfing down a quick bowl of cereal and some orange juice.
My dad smiled and nodded. He always worried over my ritualistic lifestyle and whether or not I was happy.
"Good for you, Ally." He congratulated, looking back to his paper.
"Alright, I'm going now." I say, swallowing the last bit of Rice Krispies down and taking my things to the sink.
"Do you have any money?" my dad calls as I head to the door.
"I'm covered! Bye dad!" I call back as I exit the house. I took my keys and headed to my own car, a black '64 Chevy Impala. It was old, but it
had great history. Last week we used dad's car to travel over here instead because apparently mine isn't as 'safe' on the freeway, so dad got it
hauled over. My grandpa gave this to me last year as a birthday gift.
I revved up the engine and pulled out the directions my dad had given me earlier to the school. It was close by, but in suburbia, I could get lost
too easily.
It took me about five minutes to get there. I almost missed the sign that read 'Canyon Springs'. It was highly trafficked and I barely made it on
campus and grabbed the last parking space before the bell rang for what I could only assume as homeroom. I was glad everyone was too busy
searching for their friends to notice me looking lost as hell. Finally, I headed straight for the building that had 'Main Office' written on it. I
breathed in slowly and pushed the door open. It was big for an office. It even had small cubicles for certain staff members. I went to the front
desk to my right, deciding it would be best to speak up than wander about for the rest of the day.
"Ahem, um, excuse me?" I ask politely to the lady behind the desk. She looked nice and had on a warm smile and a bright pink top.
"Yes dear?" she answered sweetly. Huh, usually the front desk person was an ass.
"Um, I'm Ally Dawson, I am a new transfer…?" I inform her, trying to figure out how to properly say anything.
"Oh! Yes, Ally Dawson…" she smiles, pulling out a big file. She flipped a few pages around until she finally found whatever she was looking for.
"Here is your schedule dear, and a map of the school. Oh, and don't forget your new locker combination. Here is your locker number right
there and your welcoming committee guide will be out in one moment…" she says, handing me my stuff.
"Hold on one second, hon. I'll go and get them." She grinned, standing up.
"Oh, um, I'm fine, really miss. I just needed to get my schedule. I think I can find my way around, and if I have any questions I will just go to
my counselor." I say quickly before she could make a move that would seriously cripple my time. I didn't want to be super late to class like I
always was when I was assigned a 'guide'.
"Are you sure, dear?" she asks a bit worriedly, sitting back down.
"Yes, of course! Don't worry, I've done this way more than usual miss." I assure her, heading towards the door.
"Okay, sugar, but if you need any help, just ask, alright?" she calls.
"Yes, miss…?"
"It's Ms. Rhonda, hon. Bye now!" she waved, turning back to her desk work.
I turn myself around and beeline straight out of there. Thank god I didn't have to deal with that. I looked to the building next to me, Building A.
This school was weird. The hallways were outdoors and the lockers were all lined up next to the buildings. I took advantage of the empty
hallways and looked at my schedule. Right now was homeroom, as I expected. It was going to end in five minutes anyway, so I sat down on
one of the wraparound planter benches. My next period was at building D, D105. I was glad it was at least the first floor. I took out the map
and saw that it was next to the library, which I could clearly see. I took my locker combination and number out. Good, it was right next to my
first period. I grabbed my stuff and headed over to building D. My locker was just on the side of my classroom, so I opened up my new locker
and took a good look at it. It was a good size, not too big, not too small. I took my piano themed mirror out of my bag and taped it to the
locker door.
Yay, my first ever decoration.
I sigh and fix a stray strand at the top of my head. Just as I fixed it, the bell rang and the onslaught of teenagers filed out. I pulled myself in
closer and concentrated on my reflection, afraid of anyone really noticing me.
God, I thought I was supposed to be changing this year? I guess a new outfit didn't change much. I sigh and reapply my mascara and take
another hard look at myself.
Ally, calm down. You got this, now.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
Okay. You've got this, Ally. No more shyness. Get your shit together girl.
I smiled at my reflection proudly, finally seeing some sense being made.
"Whoa, watch out!" a voice cried out as I heard the squeaking of wheels.
I closed my locker door to see what it was and I didn't even see it coming. Instead I got thrown back as a mass collided into me and fell on top
of me.
"What in the fuck…?" I cried out, my back suddenly aching from the collision. Jesus fuck that hurt.
"Sorry," I heard the flaming fucktard chuckle.
I looked up so I could scream at the dipshit that thought this was funny, but was halted by dark brown eyes with a mop of platinum blonde hair
and a sexy smirk staring back down at me.
Whoa, this asshole was hot.
End Of Chapter Notes: Okay you guys, what did you think? Who's the blonde? Okay, you know who he is but still, will she accept the apology? Where do you think I'm going with this? Did you like my polyvore outfit? I'll update this as soon as I get five reviews or at least 10 favorites!
