A/N: Hey guys! I completely forgot to say what MSFT is in the previous chapter, cuz im sure some of you were wondering!
It's like an acronym for Misfit, so someone who doesn't want to change to please people, and they just want to be themselves. They like standing out from other people! It's actually a real thing, go look it up! Kylie Jenner and Moisas Arias from Hannah Montana are MSFTS, as well as Pia Mia and Moisas' brother! I'm sure some of you know they these people are haha There's a bunch in the world, those are the famous MSFTS I guess haha it's really cool! I'm a MSFT too :)
Disclaimer: don't own A&A.
Ally POV
I bolted up in bed, breathing heavily. "Oh my god," I gasped before realizing where I was. I calmed down a bit. "Just a bad dream."
I was covered in sweat, so I went to my bathroom to wash my face. My eyes were all red; I must have been crying.
"Perfect," I grumbled, splashing my face with cold water. After I cleaned up, I trudged back through the door to my bedroom. It had been a little over a week since my mom and I moved in, and my room was finally finished. It looked so much better now.
I glanced at my alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it was four in the morning. "It's too early for this shit," I yawned as I crawled back under my covers. "Wake me up when it's time for supper." I paused. "Oh, wait. There's no one here except for me. Awkward." I shrugged and closed my eyes.
"Ally."
"Mmm."
"Honey, it's time to wake up."
"I don't wanna. Let me sleep."
"Come on, it's seven. You don't want to be late for your first day."
I groaned. "Shit." I forgot it was my first day of school today.
"Breakfast is on the table," my mom said before walking back down the hall, leaving my door open.
I sighed and reluctantly sat up, stretching my arms over my head before swinging my legs off the bed. I slid on my black rimmed glasses and trudged out of the room.
It was only Mike and my mom in the kitchen. "Morning, Ally," Mike greeted as he read the morning paper with his coffee beside him.
"Morning," I yawned. "Where's everyone else?"
"Claudia already ate; she's upstairs getting changed, and Bryce should be down soon." As if on cue, the black haired boy walked into the kitchen, already dressed.
"Morning, bud. Hungry?" Mike asked his son.
"Starving," Bryce said, grabbing the pancakes. I sat down beside him and filled my plate as well.
"Damn, these are good pancakes!" Bryce exclaimed.
"Thank Penny," Mike chuckled.
"Can you make pancakes everyday? Because I would be totally fine with that," Bryce told my mom.
My mom smiled. "You'd get sick of them quickly."
"Doubtful. These things are delicious!"
I shook my head and ate my breakfast while he stuffed his face.
Claudia came in shortly after dressed in a green sundress and white heels with her hair perfectly twisted into a bun.
"Claudia, it's not very warm out today," Mike said as he eyed his daughter's outfit.
"Daddy, you know I like to dress to impress," she said as she downed a glass of water.
"Don't come crying to me if you get sick."
"I won't, jeez." Claudia walked past again and pulled Bryce up. "Let's go, or you aren't getting a ride."
"You can take Ally, too," Mike told her, folding the paper.
"She's not even ready yet," Claudia said. "Bryce, move it."
"Claudia," Mike warned.
"It's okay, Mike, I can walk," I told him. Truth was, I didn't care how far the school was. I would rather walk ten miles to school than ride with Claudia.
"Honey, take my car," my mom said. "It's your first day, you don't want to risk being late."
"Well, now that that's all settled, we're going. Later!" Claudia and Bryce walked out the door, Bryce giving me an apologetic look on the way out. We could hear them arguing outside.
Mike shook his head. "Those two will be the end of me."
Mom rubbed his shoulders. "Don't stress about it. You better go get ready for work."
"Right. I have a big case today."
"Like a murder case?" I asked.
"Nah, it's just your typical suing," he said. "But the rest is confidential."
I nodded and stood. "Thanks for breakfast, mom."
"No problem, honey," she said.
I went back upstairs to my room so I could get ready. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and put in my contacts before I went to my closet.
I put on skinny jeans, a white tank top with a red plaid shirt over it, and my black Dr. Martens. I brushed my hair and pulled it into a long ponytail, some shorter pieces falling out around my face.
"Good enough," I said to my reflection in the vanity mirror. I quickly put on some makeup to cover my dark circles and swiped on mascara before running downstairs with my bag.
"Bye, mom, bye Mike!" I called.
"Have a good day, Ally!" Mike yelled from upstairs.
"Wait, honey, here are the keys!" My mom said, coming into the foyer. "Plus directions to the school."
"Thanks," I told her, taking them.
"Have a good first day," she said, hugging me. "You'll do great."
"Hope so," I said, hugging her back. "See you tonight." Mom was working at a publishing company.
I went out to the car and threw my bag in the passenger seat before starting it. It turned out it was a five minute drive to the school. Yep, I easily could have walked.
As soon as the school came into sight, I was in awe at how big it was.
"Why the hell is everything so big in this city?" I exclaimed to myself. The parking lot was huge too, so finding a spot was hard. And people were hanging out in the lot, sitting on their cars and goofing around before classes began. "Really? Some people are trying to drive here. If I smoke your ass, it's your fault," I said.
Some of the only spots left in the lot were at the very end, so I had a ways to walk. When I parked, I got out and grabbed my bag. I could feel some eyes on me as I walked, but I just ignored them and kept moving towards the main building.
The hallways were packed with students, so finding the main office was a little difficult. When I did find it, I was relieved.
"Can I help you?" the secretary asked.
"Um, yeah, I'm Ally Dawson? I just transferred here from Miami," I said.
She typed around on her keyboard. "Oh, yes, Miss Dawson. Principal Saunders' office is right through that door. You can go on in, he's been expecting you."
"Thanks," I muttered, following her direction.
I knocked on the open door, just to be polite. Principal Saunders looked up from his paperwork. He was a nice older looking man. "Principal Saunders?"
"Ah, you must be Allyson Dawson, the new student!" he said, standing up to shake my hand.
"Call me Ally," I said.
"Well, Ally, welcome to Ashburn High School. Home of the Anemones!" he told me excitedly before fist pumping. "Go team go!"
Anemones? Oh dear.
"Uh, yeah," I said, eager to change the subject.
"You're Claudia and Bryce Sandler's new stepsister, correct?" Principal Saunders said, flipping thorugh my file.
"Yeah, that's me," I said. Unfortunately.
"Perfect. Now, here's your schedule, and a map of the school," he told me, handing me two papers. "As you know, transferring after school has already started does determine your class choices, but I managed to get you into Advanced Music, as you requested previous to moving here. However, your other classes were decided based on availability of spots in that particular class. Of course, when the second term rolls around, you will be able to pick yourself."
I glanced down at the schedule. It was broken into four 60-minute classes a day, with my lunch hour after my third class, which was English Lit. My first class was Pre-Calculus Math, my second was Advanced Music, and my last class was Gym. I inwardly groaned at the Gym.
"These are fine," I told Principal Saunders. "Thanks for squeezing me in."
"No problem, Miss Dawson. I think you'll come to love it here at Ashburn very quickly," he replied. Jeez, this was a happy man.
I tried for a smile. "I, uh, better get to class," I said, standing up.
"Oh, one more thing." He shuffled through my file again before handing me a small slip of paper. "This is your locker number. The combination is on the back. If you have any questions, feel free to come talk to me," he told me. "If you have any problems, too."
"I will," I assured him. "Thanks again."
As I left the office, I checked down at my locker number. 504. "Oh jeez, that'll be on at least the second floor," I groaned to myself as I headed towards the stairs.
Some people whispered at me as I walked by, and other's quit talking completely so they could stare at me. "Isn't that Claudia Sandler's new stepsister?"
"She looks scary."
"What's with the dark clothing? This isn't England."
"Damn, she's hot." I heard a smack, presumably from the guy's girlfriend. "Ow!"
By the time I made it down the hall and to the stairs, I had heard a bunch of different things that would most likely become rumours by the second class. People were acting like they saw some person who belonged in hell, not sunny Tampa, Florida.
I found my locker on the second floor like I had guessed, and dug around to find the paper with my combination. I spun the combination in a couple of times and it wouldn't work.
"Hey, Goth Girl," some jock said as he and his buddies walked past. They were clearly on the football team. "Did Satan let you up to spy on his next victims?" They earned a round of laughs and fist bumps.
Oh, good one, never heard that before, I thought sarcastically. I tried a third time and my lock still wouldn't open. "Ugh!" I exclaimed.
"You have to spin it around twice before you can plug the numbers in," a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see a short curly haired Latino girl sitting on a window ledge, a binder open on her lap. She got up and came over. She spun my lock twice. "Now try."
I just eyed her before doing as she said. I pulled down and the lock popped open. "Thanks," I muttered, putting my supplies in.
"No problem. First day?"
"Yep. My mom remarried and we moved from Miami. It's been a fun time."
"Sarcasm. I like it." She held her hand out. "I'm Trish, by the way."
I cautiously took it and shook it. "Uh, I'm Ally."
"Wait a minute, aren't you Claudia Sandler's new stepsister?" Trish asked.
I groaned. "How does everybody know that?"
"Around here, Claudia's top shit. The Queen of Ashburn, as everyone says. If something happens in Claudia's life, everyone knows about it."
"So…"
"Yeah… everyone knows who you are."
"Well, that's just perfect. I hate being the center of attention."
"Mmm, I love it," Trish said.
Wow, we are completely different people. First person I meet, and we have nothing in common so far.
"What's your first class?" Trish asked.
"Um, Pre-Calculus," I told her, hoisting my bag higher on my shoulder.
"That's on the first floor. Come on, I'll show you where it is," Trish said, going to grab her things from the ledge.
"Don't you have class to get to?" I asked her. "I can find it by myself."
She actually laughed. "I'm always late for class. Besides, my first period teacher never notices I'm not there on time. I'll be fine."
She started walking down the hall and when she realized I wasn't following her, she stopped and turned around. "Are you coming or what?"
I hesitated before sighing and hurrying to catch up to her.
A/N: Dr. Martens are some of my favorite kinds of shoes. They are so cute! :D I love the style of them. If you guys have questions about anything I mention, or forget to mention, that you come across in the story, just PM me :) I'll explain it all!
Hope you guys enjoyed! Maybe I'll update later today too! :)
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