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"Is that Ally Dawson?"

"Woah! It's Ally Dawson!"

"What the hell is she doing here?"

"Who's the hottie next to her?"

"I heard she's pretty stuck up.."

"Seriously? You don't know who's Ally Dawson?"

"She's way shorter in person.."

"We better be nice to her before her daddy sends us to the dungeon!"

"Who's Ally Dawson?"

Austin gently placed his hand on my back and leaned down to my ear, "Hey, are you Okay?" He whispered.

"Ye-yeah." I nodded, as I looked around the hallway, scanning the confused, shocked, and even a few angry faces that looked me up and down as I walked by.

"So your guidance counselor says that your locker should be a little further down the hall.." Austin told me.

"Austin, Why do they keep staring at me?" I whispered.

"Who? The students?" I slowly nodded.

"It's because you're the new girl. All the new kids get stared at, it's perfectly normal, by lunch the stares should hopefully die down." Austin assured.

"Lunch? Bu-but that's not until fifth period."

"Yeah, kind of a long time isn't it? But you know it might actually take a little longer considering you are the Princess of Miami, and not many famous people really attend a public school. Actually, who really knows how long its going to take until things go back to normal, it could be hours, days, weeks, mont-."

"Austin!" I glared, "Are you trying to help me, because you are not doing a really great job!"

"Sorry." He smiled apologetically. "I'm sure things will get better as the day goes by." I rolled my eyes and looked down at my heels, trying my absolute best to make it to my locker without turning around and running out of the school. "Here we are." Austin stopped. "Locker 413, the best locker in Marino High."

I rolled my eyes, "What makes a locker so great? They're all the same."

"Not this one." He smirked, "This locker used to be mine. Four wonderful years with this beautiful, blue, shiny, locker." He dramatically sighed and looked up at the ceiling as if he were having some sort of flashback. "Hey, I wonder if my old piece of gum is still stuck to the wall."

"You stuck a piece of gum to the inside of your locker?"

"Yeah." He shrugged. "Is that weird?" I glanced up at him with a look of disgust and shuddered. I turned back to the locker and carefully put in the combination. "Damn it! They took the gum off the wall!" Austin yelled, once my locker opened up and revealed the inside of it.

"Thank god." I mumbled, but just to make sure, I still did a quick careful check around the walls before actually putting my books and hands inside. I neatly placed a few extra pencils into my locker, along with a few textbooks I knew I wouldn't need until later in the day, (If I actually make it through the day) "Who do I have first period?" I asked Austin once I finished settling into my locker.

"You have.." He trailed off, "Uhhhhh, erm.. hold on, this stupid pap- AHAH! Mrs. Henderson, room 213A, chemistry lab."

"Is she nice?" I asked him.

"Very, but she's really strict on making it to class before the warning bell rings, so we better start heading to class now." He told me. "The bell goes off in three minutes" I gently shut my locker and swung my purse over my shoulder. I turned around to see a bunch of students clearing the hallway and going into their classes, but some people still focused on me as they walked by.

"Second period you have Mr. Thomas, my least favorite teacher." Austin said as we walked.

"I'm assuming you don't like him? Why not?"

"Nobody likes Mr. Thomas, he's always so bitter and miserable, for no reason. One time I fell asleep during his class and he suspended me for three days. Who suspends a student for sleeping during class?"

"Apparently Mr. Thomas?" I chuckled. "But I'm sure he'll like me once he finds out I'm the King's daughter." I smirked

"Yeah about that..." Austin bit his lip, "If you really want to fit in, you shouldn't use your wealth and family as an excuse for everything. Nobody really likes a person who brags, or thinks they're better than everyone else, also, Mr. Thomas doesn't really care about whoyou are, he treats everyone exactly the same."

"Noted." I whispered. "Okay, so far I've learned that people open doors on their own, nobody likes a person who brags, and nobody likes a person who thinks they're all that. What else do I need to know?"

"For now that's pretty much it." Austin shrugged, "Oh, and before you actually go to class and start your day, just remember that this is reality, not some sort of a fictional movie. Don't be upset if you don't get what you're expecting."

"Okay. Got it." I nodded. A few seconds later Austin stopped in front of a closed wooden door, I looked over at the metal sign beside it, it said '213A, Mrs. Henderson, Chem lab'. I felt my body start to heat up again and a knot formed in my stomach, along with an invisible lump in my throat.

"Don't be nervous." Austin told me, "I promise you it isn't as scary as you think, and if you're really nervous I'll go inside of the classroom with you."

"N-no." I shook my head, "I-I'll be okay by myself."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Then I guess you should start heading inside now, before the warning bell rings." He pointed out. I slowly reached out and placed my hand on the cold, steel, doorknob. With a shaky breath, I twisted the knob and slowly pushed open the door.

"Good luck." Austin whispered. The hair on my arms stood up once the cold air hit my body. The room was filled with a bunch of students who immediately stopped their conversations to stare at me, the only thing that was heard was the noise coming from my heels, each time I took a step. I moved to the side and let the door close on it's own, flinching at the awkwardly loud slam that followed.

The room was quite big, and it had about fifteen tables which were each paired with two chairs. On each of the tables, there were closed bottles of different chemicals that were going to be used, along with two pairs of safety goggles, gloves, liquid droppers, a beaker, and other chemistry equipment.

"Hello." Mrs. Henderson spoke. She walked away from her desk and moved over to me with her hand held out for a shake. I accepted her hand and smiled politely at her. "It is such a pleasure having you in our school, Ms. Dawson! Feel free to sit anywhere you'd like."

"Th-thank you.." Was all I said.

I looked back at the students, who were still staring at me, and searched the room for an empty seat. There were a few empty spots, but neither of them looked appealing to me. One table was in the front, beside a window, next to a boy digging in his nose. Another empty seat was placed in the middle, between two jocks who kept licking their lips and disgustingly checking me out. The next seat was all the way in the back, surround by a group of kids who were giving me cold, hard, evil looks, and the finally seat was located in the middle of the room, against a window, beside a Latina girl with long, black curly hair. Her head was buried in her arms and light snores could easily be heard from her mouth.

She looked pretty normal to me. So, I decided on the empty seat beside her. I slowly walked over, praying I wouldn't trip and embarrass myself in front of everyone. I felt the eyes continue to watch me as I walked to the table, wondering why Mrs. Henderson still hasn't started her lesson yet. When I arrived at the empty seat, I placed my purse on the table and pulled out the chair, slowly taking my seat.

"Okay." Mrs. Henderson clapped, "Now that we're all settled in, let's start the lesson." She walked over to the board and started writing a bunch of different formulas, which I thankfully knew the meanings of. Thank god for being homeschooled.. Everyone in the class finally stopped staring at me for a moment and focused their attention on the board, they immediately took out their notebooks and started copying down the work. I took out an empty notebook from my purse, along with a pen and started to do the same.

"Trish!" Mrs. Henderson unexpectedly yelled, causing me to slightly jump. "Trish! Wake up!" She yelled again.

The girl beside me let out a loud groan and shifted around in her seat. "Come on Trish, this isn't your house. Wake up." The teacher said. The girl, who's named Trish, picked up her head from the desk and glared at the teacher.

"I'm up." Trish grumbled. "Okay? I'm awake. Now can you stop yelling!" She glared.

"Trish, you do this every morning in my class. If you do this again tomorrow, I will send you to detention, again."

"Look Mrs. Henderson, it's not my fault that school starts so early. Why can't school start at noon?" Trish rolled her eyes.

"Even if school did start at noon, you'd still sleep during my class. Now get to work." Mrs. Henderson walked away from the board and sat down back at her desk. The board was covered in a bunch of chemical formulas, along with a set of directions that said "Turn to page 387 in your chem textbooks, gather your ingredients and start combining your chemicals together, then write down your observations on a clean sheet of loose leaf paper."

Hm. Sounds pretty easy. I closed my notebook and reached over to grab a text book, which was neatly stacked in front of me. Everyone in class finally stopped staring at me and started their work, everybody except for one.

"Who are you?" Trish rudely asked. To be honest I was a little offended that Trish didn't know who I was, I mean, I am very known in Miami, as a matter of fact I'm pretty known all around America, how could you not know me?

"You don't know who I am?" I curiously asked. She glared at me and snatched my textbook away, placing it on her side of the table.

"No." She scoffed, "Am I supposed to?" She asked as she flipped through the pages.

Yes.. "N-no. I guess not?- I'm Ally." I introduced. I held out my hand, expecting Trish to shake it, but when she didn't I slowly brought my hand back down to my lap. "I'm guessing you're Trish?"

"Ding, ding, ding." She rolled her eyes, "So how's your first day going, so far?"

"Horrible." I muttered. "I seem to be the topic of everybody's conversations, and everyone has been staring at me since I've walked into the school. It's pretty annoying and uncomfortable.."

"Well you're the new kid, what do you expect? Trust me, they'll stop caring about you by the time lunch rolls around." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah.. I don't think so.." I said, thinking back to what Austin told me earlier at my locker. "I don't think anybody around will ever get used to the fact that a real life princess attends the-."

Trish held up her hand signaling me to stop talking. She then knitted her eyebrows together and slightly tilted her head. "Princess? You're joking, right? You're pretty conceited, don't you think?"

"No." I shook my head, "You seriously don't know who I am? You've never even heard of me- haven't you seen me in a newspaper or in an article?"

"I don't read." Trish chuckled, "But now that you mention it, you do look a little familiar.."

"Maybe this will refresh your memory..?" I trailed off. I quickly reached into my purse and pulled out my phone, searching up a recent article about my family. I clicked on the most recent one, which was published 17 hours ago, talking about how I 'rejected' that prince, Dallas. Damn news sure does travel fast.. "Look." I showed her. Trish grabbed my phone and scrolled down until she came across some pictures at the bottom of the article.

"Nope. Never heard of you." She shrugged.

"But you said I looked familiar."

"So? I probably seen you on the internet somewhere, but that doesn't mean I know who you are." Trish said, "So since you're the princess of Miami, why are you...here? Don't you go to school at home?"

"I used to." I nodded. "But I decided that I wanted to go to a real school, with other teenagers."

"Seriously? You literally could wake up anytime you want everyday when you're homeschooled and you only do work for like three hours. You really gave up that for this shit hole?"

"Yeah." I shrugged, "Trust me, being homeschooled all your life isn't as great as it sounds. It's boring."

"You're weird." Trish told me. "But I like you, you're pretty cool." She said, with a smile. A real one... "You can be my new friend."

"Really?!" I smiled, "Oh my god, I've never had a real friend before!" Without even thinking, I immediately wrapped my arms around Trish's body and embraced her into a tight hug. "This is so exciting!"

"Okay.." Trish awkwardly patted my back, "You can get off me now."

"Right, sorry." I smiled sheepishly. "I've just never had a real friend before." I told her, "My only friend is really my butler, and maybe my new body guard."

"Well now you have a new friend." Trish said. I smiled at Trish one more time before turning back to continue my assignment. I suddenly felt an imaginary large weight lift off my shoulders, and the intense nervousness I felt a few minutes ago all of a sudden vanished. I guess that was really all I needed to feel comfortable in this school, a nice simple friend.

"I'll see you during lunch." Trish told me as she left the classroom.

"Okay. Later Trish!" I waved back. I quickly closed my notebook and gently placed it inside of my purse. "Have a good day Mrs. Henderson." I told the teacher as I left the class room. For a moment she looked a little shocked, but her expression quickly changed to a wide smile.

"You too, Ms. Dawson! Oh, and welcome to Marino high." She said. I flashed her one more genuine smile before I completely left the classroom, and walked over to Austin who was waiting for me at the water fountain.

"So?" He raised his eyebrow, "How was class?"

"It was Great!" I smiled, "I understood the lesson perfectly and I made a new friend, her name is Trish, she's pretty fiesty, but she's also really nice, oh! And she told me she's going to introduce me to all of her friends during lunch and I am just so so so so excited! Austin! Isn't this exciting!" I gripped onto his arm and shook it wildly.

He gently pushed my hand away. "Yeah it is" He chuckled. "So I'm guessing you don't want to leave third period?" He teased.

"Of course I don't! I've only been here for an hour and thirty minutes and I already love it! Who knew school could be so fun!"

"Okay, the words 'school' and 'fun' should seriously never be used in the same sentence." Austin said. I laughed at his remark and decided to focus on him.

"So what did you do while you waited for me?" I asked.

"Nothing really." He shrugged. "I walked around the hall for a little bit, said hello to some old teachers, danced in the hallway."

"Why were you dancing in the hallway?" I chuckled.

"I dunno. I just felt the need to... Do you have the books you need for Mr. Thomas's class?"

"I'm not sure, what kind of teacher is he?" I asked.

"English teacher. I guess you don't really need to bring any books, now that I think about it." Austin shrugged. "Let's get you to class on time before Mr. Thomas tries getting you expelled for being late." He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, he can't be that bad." I said as we began to walk to my next class.

"Yeah okay." Austin glared, "You say that now. Just wait until you actually get to his class-which happens to be right here." He came to a quick stop in front of an opened door. Outside of the door stood a short old man wearing a pair of very big glasses. He wore a pair of khakis and a white buttoned up collared shirt, with a bright green vest over it. Judging from his angry facial expression, he didn't really look like the happiest human being.

"Oh look who we have here, Austin Monica Moon." Mr. Thomas glared.

"Your middle name is Monica?" I giggled.

"Sh!" Austin glared at me, "Hello, Mr. Thomas." He said through gritted teeth.

"I see you haven't gone to college." Mr. Thomas smirked.

"I see you're still alive, what a miracle, I thought the average person lives to 80 years old." Austin said.

"I'm 49." Mr. Thomas coldly glared, "What are you doing here anyway?" He asked Austin.

"Fulfilling a task from the king and queen. Princess Ally, here is the daughter to them." Mr. Thomas turned to me and looked me up and down with a disgusted expression.

"I see." He said. "Listen here, princess, don't expect to be treated like royalty here. When you're in this building you are treated just like everybody else. You hear?"

"Yes." I quickly nodded, a bit scared I'll admit. "I promise I will not disappoint you this year." I smiled.

"Trust me, that's a promise you can't keep." He grumbled, "Find an empty seat and wait for class to start, I have a few words for Mr. Moon here." I looked up at Austin and gave him a small smile, before carefully brushing passed Mr. Thomas and walking into the half empty class room. I arrived to class pretty early so I was able to choose a good seat. Once I settled down into the chair, I crossed my legs and patiently waited for class to officially start.

A few seconds later more kids started piling into the room, most of them were the same people from my previous class so they didn't really care to see me. Thank god! However, the kids that weren't from my last class did what everyone else in the school did when they first saw me. Stared at me and whispered to their friends, but this time I didn't really mind it..

Hey guysssssss! So sorry to end the chapter right here, but if I didn't stop it now the chapter would end up being 9k words and my little fingers cannot handle all that typing lol! How did you guys like the chapter? Let me know in the reviews pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee :). I must admit I really enjoyed writing this chapter for you guys, I feel like it was the best one so far so I really hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, comment some great Austin and ally stories you've read, I really wanna get hooked onto another great story, so let me know your favorite AA stories, or even your own if you write any, and I will definitely check them out! Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter, don't forget to let know in the Reviews, and I will update again in a few days. Bye!

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