The Real Life of Ally Dawson

Dear Journal,

I'm Allyson "Ally" Dawson. Straight A student/secret songwriter who likes pickles, Fruity Mint Swirl ice cream, and pro-con lists. Not your typical teenage girl but compared to others not the worst. I'm nice, I believe in second chances and I love, love. Yet I somehow managed to be stuck in this hell of a life. Still it could be worse. I have a roof over my head, food to eat, and clothes to wear. At least that's what I keep telling myself to stop the pain from getting to me. The point is that I want to be a famous songwriter so I can escape this life and move onto a better one. Too bad I have horrible stage fright which is enabling me from reaching that dream. Oh…sorry journal it looks like have to go to school, but before I forget here are some of the new song lyrics I came up with.

Lyrics:

-You don't know, know, know; my name, name, name….I'm gonna make, make, make you do a double take. - (1)

Ally snapped her book shut and placed it in her backpack. She stood up from her bed, which she had been sitting on. Gathering her things together she was about to walk out of her room when she quickly looked into the mirror. Her brunette hair fell perfectly around her face. She was wearing a purple sweater that read '#1' on the front and dark blue jeans with purple flats. Once Ally was satisfied that there was no unnecessary skin showing she opened her door; proceeding down the stairs quietly.

Her mother, Penny was unconscious on the couch. No doubt she had passed out last night after all the drinking she had done. Still Ally didn't want to risk waking her up. She would have to deal with enough drama once she got to school, no need to make it worse.

It only took her a few minutes to sneak out of the house and head towards school. Ally was early as usual she hated the idea of being late; even if she dreaded going to school.

-Ally's Pov.-

I didn't live far away from school which is why my mother picked that house to move into. Sure enough my school came into view 'Marino High School' the building read in gigantic letters for all to see. I stopped in my tracks taking a deep breathe. I dreaded to enter and face today's new criticisms. Yesterday a rumor started that I slept with some student named Jimmy, giving the other students cause to call me a slut. I cringed every time I heard the word. I've never slept with anyone; I haven't even had my first kiss yet. Out of habit I started chewing on my hair; something I did whenever I was nervous. There was no way around it I'd have to face them sometime.

Luckily since I come early I'm able to avoid any teasing before my first period. Of course after that things go downhill from there, but I had to persevere. As Henry Wadsworth Longfellow would say "Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody." (2)

My locker was close to the entrance, I put in my combination and disposed of the books I didn't need before heading to my first class which is Algebra. I take my usual seat in the back right corner of the room. I like it better there because if I sat in front I would hate the thought of everyone looking at me. I'd rather be invisible, which obviously doesn't work because if I was truly invisible I wouldn't get picked on. After a few short minutes of me thinking to myself our teacher Mr. Reed walks in. He isn't surprised to see me there in fact he basically ignores me. All my teachers know that I arrive at my classes early. None seem to mind; in fact I'm on good terms with most of them. He starts writing down notes for today's class which I already start copying as well. For a moment I was happy and peaceful. This is the main reason why I loved getting to school early.

I cringed when I heard the school bell ring signaling the end of my happiness. Soon the loud voices of the other students could be heard throughout the halls. One by one the students started piling in the classroom. Some ignore my presence while others sneer and whisper once they see me. It's no surprise to them either that I'm already here. I try to ignore them by turning my attention towards the teacher. As long as I focus I'll be okay.

The class period ends without any problems. Normally this would enthrall me but for me it probably meant that worse things were going to happen. I wait till everyone else in the class room has left before I even got up from my seat. I wave goodbye to Mr. Reed who nods in acknowledgement. My second class is close to my first one; I pray that nothing happens in that short interval of time, but of course I'm the girl with the worse luck.

As I'm walking towards American History someone sticks their foot out. Anyone else other than me would have been able to avoid it easily but I being extremely clumsy walk right into it; literary. I fall face down onto the floor with a loud thud. My hands broke most of my fall but now they hurt and my nose which hit the floor a bit is throbbing. I hear the students laughing. Someone even calls me 'Klutzy Ally'. I try to lift myself off from the ground, my eyes downcast so that they don't see how much they affected me.

Then something happens that surprises me. A hand is sticking out offering to help me up. My hand quickly shoots up to accept the hand before I quickly jerk it back. It's probably someone tricking me again.

"Are you okay?" The person asks. Finally my curiosity takes control over me and I lift my head up to see a boy wearing the most outrageously bright clothing and bright red hair. His eyes are filled with concern leaving me to believe that he was actually worried about me. His hand is still there offering to help and this time I take it. He lifts me up easily. "I'm fine thank you." I say retracting my hand from his so I can start gathering up my stuff that cluttered to the floor.

Then the boy again surprised me by helping me pick up my books. "I'm Dez." He brightly stated. I grabbed my books from him, smiling. "Ally," is all I say in response. "Nice to meet you Ally, be careful not to anger the ghosts again, then they won't trip you.

Before I can say anything he dashes away leaving me stunned. "Ghosts?" I ask myself, puzzled at what was going on through his mind.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur; there were some more pranks such as tripping (again I was too clumsy to dodge the foot I clearly saw), shoving me into my locker door (note to self: check for bruising), and of course the usual name calling. To say the least this day was the same as every day, with the exception of my last class which is music.

Music of course was my favorite subject since it was basically my entire life, I also loved the teacher; Mrs. Bennet. Not only was she fun and charismatic but she shared the same last name as one of my all-time favorite heroines; Elizabeth Bennet. (3)

Sadly she left the school because she gave birth to a baby that she wanted to spend time with and she couldn't do that when working at the school. We shared a teary goodbye; I was her favorite student; and then she left. Today we were supposed to get a new music instructor. I didn't like the thought but it wouldn't change the fact that I loved music class.

Once again I donned a seat in the back and pulled out my book. I flip back to the page that had the song lyrics I wrote earlier that morning. Soon I was in my own little world and I started singing the lyrics softly without me noticing. At least until I heard an unfamiliar voice right beside me. "That's a good song but it would sound a better at a faster pace." Surprised, I jump up from my seat letting out a loud squeak; letting my book slip from my hands in the process.

"How long have you been there?" I asked in a demanding tone. The blond haired boy shrugged and moved to pick up my book from the ground. I snatched it up before he could reach it; hugging it tightly to her chest. "Don't touch my book." My voice sounded meek but it seemed he got the picture. He went turned towards the front leaving me to sit back down into my seat.

The class bell rang after a few minutes and I'd never been happier to see the rest of my classmates. After everyone was seated they all started to look around for the new teacher. I noticed the blond haired boy from earlier stand up and move to stand in front of the class. Everyone included me threw him curious glances. The girls seemed in awe and I could already see them pining for him.

For a few minutes the room was silent, and then the boy cracked a smile. "Good evening class it's a pleasure to meet you I'll be your new teacher starting today. The name's Mr. Moon, or you can also call me Austin." He winked, making the girls swoon. I on the other hand was shocked beyond belief. My jaw dropped and I sunk down into my seat, wishing I could disappear.

I Ally Dawson, yelled at a teacher who also happened to hear me sing. Just what kind of teacher is Mr. Moon? I can tell that I'll soon find out.

(1): The song is 'Double Take' from the first Austin and Ally episode and it's Ally's version.

(2): He is a famous poet.

(3): Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin.

(4): This is pretty much how they meet in the first Austin and Ally episode with a few differences.

I want to thank everyone for the reviews. I had this idea stuck in my head for a different pairing but I thought it would work well with Austin and Ally. I guess I should tell you about the ages.

Ally: 17

Austin: 24

Dez: 17