Rapunzel
By: Stephgirl9
Chapter Two:
Experiencing The Unexpected
- This is probably the past where she is amazed by the 'outside world'. The story is not going in the exact Rapunzel sequence, so I hope you guys don't mind :)
- Austin, Trish and Dez will be introduced a little in this chapter, but yeah it's still mostly Ally. The story is based a lot around her, as she is the 'real life Rapunzel'. So yeah, enjoy the story.
(1) Recap
I decided upon the last option and retrieved the brown book that doubled as my songbook and diary from my wooden bedside drawer and sat on my bed. I opened it to a fresh new page and began to write.
' Dear Diary,
' I am very bored. Not just at this moment. But will life in general. I don't do anything. I can't explore anything. I can't experience things. I am fifteen and I feel like I have no purpose, no identity, no dreams. But the thing is I know I do, but can't get myself to feel it. I want to be able to make my own decisions, to think for myself, to speak my mind and to express myself. More importantly, I want to live my dreams. You know, I wonder if you were a person if you'd be bored with listening to my problems and stories of my boring life. I have a recital tonight, piano. And, I think I will be making my dreams come true soon. I am finally getting a little bit of freedom. I am going to SCHOOL. Real school, not the common room anymore. I am very excited, overjoyed in fact. I wonder what I shall wear. Hmm...I am now curious. I will have to get an outfit ready in advance. So I must conclude now x
I closed my diary and placed it back in it's place before I slid off my bed delicately and headed to my large walk in wardrobe. I looked at the racks of dresses, skirts and jeans and smiled. This would be interesting...
September 3rd - Monday
Ally's POV
I could have nearly screamed with excitement when I woke up this morning. I had gone to bed at exactly nine o'clock the night before and I had woken up at seven thirty. I wasn't in the least bit tired and I was ecstatic about starting the day.
I floated towards the bathroom and brushed my teeth before I showered for ten minutes. I headed into back into my room and slipped into the outfit I had chosen.
It had taken me hours to choose something to wear. I didn't know why I was such a perfectionist. I must have caught if from my parents, or just because of the pressure on me to be some epitome of perfection.
I had chosen a frilly white camisole that I wore tucked into a high-waisted floral skirt. I wore a pink cardigan over it and a silver necklace around my neck. My feet were clad in ankle socks and brown ankle boots. The outfit was pretty simple, but that was Allyson Dawson for you.
As I sat at my vanity I brushed my hair multiple times until I got it to exactly how I wanted it to be. I looked at my plain face and down at the little makeup set, my aunt had given to me for my last birthday.
I barely ever touched it. Perhaps to check if something was underneath it. Or perhaps it fell on the ground. The contents were still intact and I just looked at them briefly on a day to day basis.
I thought for a moment about reached my hand out to the plastic covered set and then pulled back seconds later. I didn't need makeup. I didn't. I sprayed myself with my Essence fragrance with was a vanilla, cocoa butter and strawberry scent. It was Heavenly.
As I was finished getting ready, I grabbed a immaculate white tote bag from beside my bed and placed my cellphone (yes, surprisingly I had one), my iPod, purse and songbook into it, besides all the other school stuff my parents had bought.
I headed downstairs and ambled into the kitchen as a plate topped with an omelet was placed at my seat and I surprisingly I saw my mom standing in the kitchen clad in a fabulous work dress, hidden under an ivory apron.
"Good morning mother" I trilled as I took a seat. She smiled at me as I took a fork and I placed a small forkful of the omelet into my mouth and chewed slowly.
"So are you excited for your for your first day of school?" she asked me. Her tone was strange. It seemed like she was trying to hide , anxiety, regret. I supposed.
I used to think the my parents hated me but as I grow older I realized their actions were only in love.I nodded my head lightly in her direction and she smiled and began drying some dishes.
As I ate, I subtly watched her as she stared into space and I realized she had been drying the same dish since I had arrived downstairs.
"Mother, are you alright?" I asked. My tone full. was of concern and was genuine and naturally sweet. She looked up at me, as if awaking from a daydream and smiled weakly.
"I will be, but it's hard" she said softly and I was slightly confused. "What's hard?" I asked curiously and she giggled lightly. "Letting go" she replied simply and placed the plate she was holding in the cupboard.
It pained me to think that my mom wasn't happy about this, but I had to do it. I was tired of my life for the past fifteen years. I wanted to forget it and start anew, but I didn't want to hurt anyone in the process.
"Mother don't be sad, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just taken on a new challenge, broadening my horizons, going down a new road" I said to her but also to myself. We both shared smiles, but remained silent.
After I had finished my breakfast, I cleared up and I heard a 'beep' from outside.
"It's the driver Allyson, time for you to go, but come here" my mom said and I obeyed. She pulled me into a gentle embrace and I smiled before she pulled away moments later.
"Good look sweetie, have fun" she said and I nodded as I ran towards the car and slid in gently. Oh, I planned too.
Ally POV
I bopped up and down excitedly in my seat like a little girl as the sleek black vehicle stopped abruptly in front of Miami High. Not only did just being here feel amazing, but the journey was too.
My parents never really took me out. Of course I'd been on car rides and vacations before but it wasn't an every-day thing for me.
To be honest, the journey was quite short. My home was only about five minutes away from the school and I could have walked, but I knew my parents would have a mega heart attack. They nearly did when I went to pick up the post from my driveway.
I was so excited that I could barely get my hand steady enough to open the door. When I did though, I nearly fell out in all my excitement and blushed to no one in particular as I smoothed out my floral skirt and closed the car door.
I propped my tote bag unto my shoulder and with a small twist turned to face the brick-based building otherwise known as Miami High. With a little breath I strode into the school.
I looked around me at all the bustling students, how the atmosphere seemed so bright and cheery. I began to get more and more excited, like a puppy. I felt like just going around and saying 'hello' to everyone.
As I walked I noticed people staring in my direction. I ignored this. Those countless recitals and shows did pay off a little. I was pretty confident. The only thing I couldn't do in front of people was 'sing'. In case they judged my voice and made me feel bad. And I didn't want that.
I felt like I'd been walking a lot but as I glanced back, realized that I was about a meter away from the door. I continued to walk, all the while taking in the lockers and noticeboards and students all around me.
I sort of just guessed where I was going, because nothing was interesting in front of me, just around me. I had great instinct anyways. Or so I thought.
Within minutes of arriving at the school, I found myself looking up at a blurry ceiling. What? I realized moments later that I was on my back.
I pushed myself up and then saw someone on the ground opposite me. I frowned and crawled next to the body. It belonged to a boy (yes, I knew what those were too).
He was strangely attractive. He had honey blonde hair with little bits of brown here and there. And that's it. Well besides him smelling like a summer breeze. His eyes were closed and he wasn't moving.
I froze. Could I have bumped into him that hard. Oh no. "Um...hello...are you okay" I asked, my voice sounding a little shaky. Nothing happened. I felt a lump in my throat.
I nudged the guy's shoulder but he still refused to move. I frowned and placed a hand to his chest. He was still breathing. I looked at his face, full of color and so peaceful, his lips curved into a smirk. Wait a second...a smirk?
I knew how this was going to be. I stretched my still sore fingers and I began to tickle the guy's stomach and immediately he shot up and glared at me.
"And you did that because" he snapped and I seemed to shrink down. "Huh" is all that escaped my mouth. "Why'd you tickle me" he snapped again and began to get up. As did I.
"Well because...I wanted to make sure you were okay" I said truthfully and he scoffed. "Sure" he replied and I frowned and picked up my bag.
"Hey, it was a nice gesture and I think you should be a little more appreciative" I lectured and he laughed. "Yeah right, see you around Pinkie" he said obviously referring to the pink cardigan I was wearing.
"Actually my name is Allyson Daw-" I began before he cut me off. "I don't care" he said bluntly and turned to leave. I stood there in absolute shock and then realized he hadn't even said thank you.
I rolled my eyes and smoothed out my skirt as a short Latina looking girl approached me. "Hi I'm Trish De La Rosa, I see you've met Austin" she said and chuckled lightly.
My eyebrow flew up and she stopped to me. "That blonde guy" she said and I nodded understandingly and smiled at her. "Yeah I have" I began, "I'm Allyson Dawson" I finished and stuck out a hand formally.
She shook it and laughed. "Dude, this is the 21st century, no 'shakes hands' anymore. What are you fifty?" she joked and I blushed lightly. "Well I do read a lot of fifties novels, I find them quite interesting, very well written and f-" I began and was cut off.
"I'm sure that they are but we need to find your locker, come on", she said and grabbed my wrist. I initially had the instinct to wriggle free but knew Trish had well-guided intentions and I should just go with it.
Ally POV
With the help of Trish I located my new locker but sadly it wasn't anywhere hers. She smiled at me apologetically as she headed to her locker to prepare for class.
I dialed in my combination. At first struggling but then eventually getting it. I did all the necessary arranging and exchanging before I finally closed my closed my locker shut.
I leaned against my locker as I rooted in my bag for my iPod to listen to some music to calm me down before class. I was so excited, I thought I was going to burst.
As I scrolled down threw some songs, I heard someone arrive at the locker beside me and open it. I smiled. Perhaps I could make another potential friend. I looked up for my iPod and to the side to see an eccentric redhead standing beside someone at a locker. "Oh hello" I said kindly and he smiled.
"Is this your locker or his?" I said and gestured to his friend who had not yet been revealed. "No and I'm Dez" he said and gave me a goofy smile that made me giggle. "What's so funny?" the voice behind the locker door said, sounding oddly familiar.
"Oh nothing" I trilled as the locker door slammed shut, revealing my new locker neighbor. My heart sank. Why?
- (1) Credit to Janzelle for the 'recap' idea.
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