This was also an important chapter in my life. Then again, all of these were. I loved music; there was no doubt. I just wasn't sure if I wanted to follow in my mom's footsteps. I was five; I didn't know what I was supposed to do with my life. I always acted like an adult; maybe it was because I wanted to be treated like one. I was a little uptight and bossy sometimes, but that's just how I was. I never really meant it. In this chapter, I start my school life. I also end up finding my destiny. I knew at that moment that I wanted to do something similar. I also end up meeting an archenemy. But unlike the enemy, I also ended up meeting a great friend. Which in time became my best friend.

Chapter 2: Trish

Today is my first day of kindergarten. The day I can make or break my entire social life. Trying to be myself isn't hard. It's just unpredictable. The car ride there was silent. There wasn't much to talk about. I had no friends in ballet …probably because I've always accidentally knocked somebody over. I really want a friend, not just Pickles, but a real friend. When I got there, mom kneeled down to my height and looked me in the eyes.

"Remember the rules Allyson?"

I sighed, there had to be like eight of them. "No fighting,"

She nodded her head for me to continue.

"No cheating, don't get lost, don't yell, don't talk back, no eating in the classroom, and never litter."

"There's one more,"

I knew there had to be eight. "Don't lock myself in the closet?" I guessed.

She grinned. "No honey, have fun. The last rule is to have fun."

"Oh, right. I knew that!" I exclaimed. She gave me one last hug and I walked through the door. The place had little wooden tables with colorful chairs. Games and toys were scattered around the room. Kids were talking to each other and playing. It honestly looked like a lot of fun.

I suddenly wondered if that boy from a couple of weeks ago was here. My eyes scanned around the room but there were many blonde kids here. I looked around again and saw a kid playing with the legos. Was it him? I ran over to look but he just looked back at me with a weird expression. It wasn't him. Great Ally, way to make the kids think your weird. I hung my backpack up on a hook and took out my songbook. I sat at an empty table in a red chair. As soon as I sat down, a girl with short blond hair stomped over to me. She was eating an apple.

"Hey! This is my chair!" She took another bite of the apple and threw it on the ground.

I stood up, not knowing what to say. I didn't want to be mean. "There's no eating in the classroom." I bent over to pick up the apple. "There is also no littering."

She crossed her arms at me. "I don't care, now go find a new seat."

Feeling hurt, I walked away to find a new spot. I sat next to a short girl with curly hair and leopard print jacket. I buried my head in my songbook so I wouldn't be noticed. Unfortunately, that didn't work out so well.

"Hi I'm Trish!" she grinned and held out her hands in a presenting manner.

I smiled. "I'm Ally."

She held out a green crayon. "Wanna color? Someday, I'm gonna have a job as an artist … though I'll probably get fired."

I laughed and started coloring my cat picture with an orange crayon. "Why would you wanna get a job? My parents are always complaining about theirs,"

Trish shrugged. "You get discounts on stuff and you get money. My mom is a huge shopper and couponer…" She dragged the crayon across the paper so hard that I was surprised it didn't break.

"There! Done!" Trish exclaimed and held up her photo proudly. It was a nice picture … but it was a bit messy. Scribbles were everywhere.

"I'm almost done," I added finishing touches and held it up. "What do you think?"

Trish's just stared back at me. "Seriously? You color inside the lines?"

I frowned a bit and looked back at my picture. "Yeah, its like the rules right?"

Trish just sighed and shook her head. "One day I am so taking you shopping."

Mrs. Carmicheal clapped her hands to get everyone to pay attention. Once every kid turned to face her, she put on a kind smile and started talking. "Hello everyone, my name is Mrs. Carmicheal but you can call me Mrs. C. We will start off the year but learning about biology."

A boy raised his hand in the air. "What's biology?"

"It's the study of plants and animals. And today we will be starting off with plants," She went to the supply closet and Trish leaned over to me and whispered.

"Plants are so boring. Why don't we learn about something fun like nap time."

"Plants aren't always boring," I disagreed. "My mommy told me that plants could turn into pretty flowers; like the ones on my dress." I held out my skirt to show her.

By this time, many art supplies were laid out across the tables. They included glue, markers, glitter, paper, and Styrofoam cups.

"Okay, we are going to grow our own plants using seeds, dirt, water, and sunlight. But today you will all design your own cups to put the seed in. I will help you put your name at the bottom, and after that you can decorate it anyway you'd like." Mrs. Carmicheal announced. Soon we were off to work …

About an hour later, I was admiring the colors on my cup. I spelt my name perfectly on the bottom without any help. I looked over at Trish who was sprinkling silver glitter above her head. All of a sudden I heard a squeaking sound that I recognized and immediately covered my ears.

Trish looked at me strange. "What's wrong?"

I continued to cover my ears. "I hate the sound of Styrofoam being rubbed together …"

The day was awesome. I made a new friend and had fun. But I thought about that one girl …why did she hate me so much? Its not like I did anything to her …

The year went by fast. Trish and I had the greatest time and were becoming very close friends. It was now around springtime, and our next chapter was on insects. Mrs. Carmicheal told us there would be an insect play coming up and whoever wrote the best song about an insect would perform it in the play. I was super excited because I knew how to play piano and my mom knew how to write songs. That would be a big advantage. Tilly Thompson seemed excited too. She was that girl in the beginning of the year that hated me. I only had one problem … I didn't know how to write a song yet.

I sat in my backyard that day, waiting for an idea or lyrics or anything. My mom came out and sat next to me.

"What's on your mind kiddo?"

I crossed my legs and watched the sky. "We're having a play at school and we are supposed to make up a song about an insect. The best song goes in the play. I have no idea how to write a song."

"It's a gift that some people have and some people don't. If you think about it enough, something will come to mind."

I looked up at her. She seemed tired; it was unusual. "Will you write it for me?"

She shook her head. "You need to do this on your own. I believe in you though."

"Is there a process?"

She shook her head again. "Not really. Sometimes you get a melody in your head. Or think of a lyric and write it down. You can do it …" She kissed me on the head and left.

I tried to focus but it was hard because that butterfly kept distracting me. Wait …butterfly. I ran up to my room and started playing random chords on my keyboard. This could work …

About two days later, I came into kindergarten skipping. I had a feeling this would be a great day. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a boy with candy in his mouth. I went over and took it.

"There's no eating in the classroom." When I took the candy, the boy gave me a dirty look and I went to throw the candy away. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice in the room.

"Guess who got a job as the hall monitor?"

I smiled at Trish who finally got her first job. Soon enough we were ready to perform the songs. Tilly went first …

I'm a little ladybug

I have pink polka dots

I love to eat pizza

And ride my bicycle

There was no applause. I just looked at Trish and we both shook our heads in unison. It wasn't the best song. After a few more songs, I went next. I placed my fingers on the keys and took a deep breath before starting to play.

I'm a little butterfly

Spread my colorful wings

Even though I'm small and frail

I can do most anything

After a few more verses I finished to applause. I stood up and bowed, ignoring Tilly's whining from the other side of the room. Later on that day, Tilly stomped up to me. She was clearly mad.

"Ally you will pay for this! Have fun singing with no lyrics," She grabbed my music sheet and stuffed it in her mouth.

I snatched the sheet out of her mouth. "There's no eating in the classroom."

She had a tantrum at my words, and I just focused on the fact that I had just written a song. It got picked in the play.

Later on I had Trish over, and she was telling me how she got fired from being the hall monitor. She held out five dollars that she collected from charging kids to use the bathroom.

"Trish, can I tell you something?"

"Yeah."

I took a deep breath and spoke clearly. "I want to be a songwriter."