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I shut off the TV and going running downstairs to Ms. Dawson. The color of her face drains when she sees my worries creased all over my face. Her hand slides to the counter and takes deep breaths. All she mutters is "Austin.."

"The media, they found me," I say almost as a whisper, but I know it's an exasperated , exhausted sigh. My hand goes through my hair, and all I do is rub my head, eyes, neck, anything to distract me from the thoughts rushing into my head. Ally comes down and sees me and her mom worried sick. She doesn't say anything, but stares at the floor.

Ms. Dawson paces around until she stops, and I know an idea has popped into her head. "This is crazy, but it will work. Go to school this whole week, Saturday return to Orlando, invite friends and everyone you know to the house, make it big, and get the attention over there in Orlando for a bit. It will drive the media insane, proving how wrong they were. It's the only shot of you being normal in Marino High for just a bit longer,"

"What about my record deal with Hollywood Labels? They say another scandal, and I'm off the roof! They know my reputation, they're actually agreeing I've been very lucky not been caught for doing illegal things! My whole career is ruined. No one has enough experience to be a temporary manager or someone who can write songs, or even help direct my music videos. There's no way another record deal would hire me for my reputation!"

Ms. Dawson sighs and takes a seat. Ally pipes up as soon as she clears her voice. "I used to write songs. Well poetry, but they could be song lyrics.. And my friend Trish, she has plenty of job experience, that's technically two-thirds of what you're looking for.." She gives a small smile, and I notice her differently. She's not a dramatic bitch, but the same girl from years ago.

I nod my head in agreement to Ms. Dawson's plan and she gives a small smile. She opens her mouth and says something that makes the whole room laugh. "Paparazzi better not mess up my lawn!" Life was going to be a bit better.

x

The next day, my alarm starts blaring out this opera song and I swear my ears start ringing. The opera goes on for a while before I slam the clock on snooze. There was no way I'd be waking up today. I'm pretty sure the paparazzi would find me, so it'd be better to avoid school today. Something creaks. I bundle myself with blankets and shut my eyes. They wouldn't. I've been through so much. And I am beginning to fall back asleep when there's creaking of a handle. It couldn't have been a door handle since it sounded like metal. That's when a wave of water hits the sheets spreading fast and being absorbed by my warm blankets. The feeling is all over my blankets, then it starts to drip. Icy cold water. I scream like a girl. There's chuckles and feet escaping into the hall. I curse under my breath and get up, shivering. The bathroom is locked, and there's more curses.

I grab a bathrobe from my luggage and slide into with ease. It was warm and comfy, and enough to keep me warm until the bathroom was done being intoxicated by perfume by Ally.

The living room downstairs seemed bigger than when I came in. Ms. Dawson was in her pajamas, which were fluffy zebra pants and a baggy Beatles shirt and has a bowl of cereal in her hand, while the other is channel surfing.

"Morning Austin. Off on a cold start?" she smirks and I give a glowing, radiating smile back at her. We chuckled and I sit down on the couch. "All That! hasn't said anything about Miami, yet we need to be very careful. Ms. Ray should agree that no paparazzi may enter school grounds without proving who's parent or guardian they are. You feeling alright?" I nod back at her.

Ally comes downstairs with her hair wet, and back in a ponytail. The makeup she has put on made her look tanner than she usually was, and a bit brighter in makeup. "Mom, Dallas and I are going on a date tonight, is that alright?"

"Be home by 11 at night, sharp. If not, let's just say, someone will be losing phone privileges." Ms. Dawson warns. "Oh, and Austin I highly suggest meeting Ally's friend, Trish. She's very loud and gets word out quickly. Mention a party and she'll began the talk of the school for the week," she smiles.

x

Ally walks aside me for the next few classes. Every time we see Trish, the Latina (which I assume) runs to her next class. The time where we had to separate was when she had to go to a math, for seniors, and I, to go to art class.

Art class is not what most people expect. Most art rooms are colorful, and filled with examples and ideas, and billions of supplies for projects. Not this room. Each side of the room has a different shade of blue. The ceiling was decorated with this Aztec henna design in the shape of the sun. Guess what it was made of? Mirrors. Those tiny pieces made the design and were super glued on. It wasn't the dangerous kind, but plastic looking mirrors. The ceiling color was a sky blue. The walls were different. One of the sides, had been covered in photography pictures and a quote below it. Sunsets, flowers, snow, leaves, trees, anything that could be taken by a phone or camera. It was amazing. The other side of the wall had a mural. The painting looked like it was a little girl in a patch of dandelions. It showed true potential. Another wall had pieces of paper hanging on a clothesline. Sketches of what people couldn't draw a normal day basis. It looked like it had taken days to draw one scene of The Lion King. The paper was delicate, and I decided not to touch it. The last wall, which had the door entrance, held a bookcase. The many books of shading, painting, sculpting, drawing, sketching, and so on, had left many standing in awe. Even biographies of famous painters, like Da Vinici and Monet. This was a classroom, meant for me. Not a boring class, but a fun class. The teacher walked in.

If Ms. Ray looked young, this teacher looked ten times younger. Her hair was sleek, long black hair and her eyes, piercing blue. It was unbelievably impossible for her to be a teacher. The shirt she was wearing represented a band named Neon Trees and jeans that had a floral design on them with black flats. Her movement was swift and delicate. She spoke then.

"Class, Mr. Ramon has retired, and the reason why art class has been closed in this classroom was because of redecorating adjustments. My introduction may begin small, I am Ms. Miller. My French accent is only because I spent the last 5 years of my life in France. And I am only 26 years old. Many in France respect me since I am very smart and started a small business there. It grew big and I left it to my friend Sarah to be in charge. Besides the point, welcome to Art class," her smiles glows.

Kira walks in quietly before the teacher could mark her late and takes a seat right next to me.

Ms. Miller goes on about her life, but finally gives an assignment to everyone.
"You will draw your name in things that represent you. This will be your biography for me. The due date will be the day where I talk about your life drawn in pictures. One week. This is to be due in one week."

I grumble when Kira begins to peek at what I'm trying to draw. Her eyes begin to wonder what I draw when Ms. Miller comes to our table.

"Austin Moon. What a wonder to meet you. May I say, that many are wondering where you left in Orlando. The news talks about you most of the time, and instead of greeting them, you hide in school, why?" Her voice is steady, but I know Kira is glaring at me. I techinically did throw my lunch at her, but I don't answer.

Life.

Author's Note

So we have a new teacher questioning Austin's career. Kira is giving him a death glare. Ally and Austin are on good terms, even though he did throw his lunch at her. Wow. Austin's life has been weird.. 3+ reviews please for next chapter? I didn't get 4 for this one :(

Here is the characters' traits/info to see it better.

Austin Moon : known bad boy, arrogant, no patience, singer, judgmental, trouble-maker, smoker
Ally Dawson : perfectionist, queen bee, song-writer, conceited, drama queen, rude
Trish de la Rosa : extensive job experience, Latina
Dez Worthy : eccentric, red head, tall, odd

The Next Time I May Be Able to Update:

Before Next Sunday (November 17th)

Chapter 1 Posted (October 20th)
Chapter 2 Posted (October 23rd)
Chapter 3 Posted (October 27th)
Chapter 4 Posted (November 9th)