A/N: Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

Ally's POV

I was still a little torn at what I'd discovered but quickly gathered myself together and placed the crushed microphone into one of my secret compartment drawers and locked it up. Only after a couple of scans and tests to make sure there were no tracking devices on it. So, one more thing about Demonica, I don't know if it's obvious or not, but she really wants to kill me. What a great thing to want to know, right? An old, crazy hag who murdered your mother wants you dead? Yeah... no.

Narrator's POV

Besides the whole Demonica thing, the weeks have gone by and tomorrow is when Allyson would have to start school. She was pretty pumped, yet a little nervous at the same time. It had already been about a month into the school year, and well, you may or may not know how it feels to be the new kid. Walking in one day, not knowing anyone or anything. Allyson wasn't all too nervous though, she did a little research on Marino High and learned all of the teacher's name, and some of the students' names. You know, the , as the populars would call it, 'nerds' who won certain special awards.

Anyways, today was her last day of training for school. Today was a big lesson, she had to train ALL DAY. She was supposed to go over her plans. She already knew her schedule because she hacked into the files until she found hers and already memorized everything. What? She was excited. Don't judge her. Today she was basically going to play 'school' with Karen today.

That would take about eight hours of the day. She speed-walked to Karen's training room and practiced going to her first hour, P.E. She had to learn how to be less aggresive and flexible and all ninja-like so no one would suspect anything.

Her first test was to be ambushed with dodgeballs and see what she would do. She was supposed to at least let one hit her, but she basically crushed all of them before they could even get more than a foot away from her.

" Sorry..." Allyson shrunk back sheepishly as Karen shook her head in disappointment. The squeak of the rushing air pushing out of the deflating ball, filling the silence.

" From the beginning." She announced, walking over to the machine and pressing the button. Allyson dodged some, almost like a normal teenage girl. Well, an 'aggressive' teenage girl. A regular teenage girl would cower in the corner in a small group of friends and let the guys do all the work. When Allyson thought it was a good time and just about when most of the class would be out of the game already, she finally let one hit her. "Well done, Allyson." Karen clapped. " Now, off to reading."

Reading, Social Studies, Math, and Science were all simple. All she had to do was talk when she was called on. The classes were exciting, but the most exciting one to her was Music. Music was her passion and her escape from the world. Sometimes, it was just a thing to past time or really let herself go.

" Oof!" Allyson puffed as she plopped onto her bed. All she could think about was when she would be going to school. What would her first impression be? What would she wear? Who would speak to her first? " Ah... Can't wait. " She whispered to herself.

Getting up, Allyson went to the bathroom, took a long, hot shower, got dressed in a tank top and shorts and dried her hair, then put it up in a messy bun. After that, she brushed her teeth, and crawled into bed.

Set her systems up before her eyelids drooped closed and she drifted off to sleep.

Allyson woke up extra early feeling as happy as ever.

"School! School! School! I'm going to school! " She sung as she pranced around, getting ready for the day. She really wanted to be a normal student, but knew she was only there for a reason and that she would never be a normal person. Turns out, a guy who works for one of our enemies attends Marino High and Allyson was there to investigate before taking them down. Hopefully whoever goes there, would lead her to the whole clan. But the only problem, Allyson had only an idea on what the person looked like.

With all of her lessons, Allyson hoped that a simple light blue striped sweater and dark blue jeans would do. Allyson also tried applying some very light makeup, but didn't like how the makeup particles clung to her face, so she washed it all off and grabbed her bag on her way out the door, through the other door, past some ID scans, through another door, then- well there were a lot of doors, I think you get the point.

Ally's POV

The cool breeze brushed across my face as I finally made it outside and the sun's light blinded me the second I walked out. Guess that's what I get for staying in all my life in a dark underground secret lair.

The school was so packed with teenagers and now I was having some seconds thoughts about highschool being a good thing. The guys were screaming my ears off and fighting, and their pants sunk so low, everyone could see what I'm pretty they didn't want to see. Is that supposed to be a fashion trend? Or the effect of getting pantsed too many times?

Not to mention the girls. They were being total sluts, dancing on the poles that held the school up with barely enough on to call clothes, dancing on guys, or just making out with every new guys they see. This one girl, judging by how many different guys she has made out with in the last ten seconds, would probably hook up with all the guys in the whole school if she could, she probably already did.

I was probably about halfway to my locker, when I crashed into someone.

" HEY! Watch where you're going!" A short latina with small black curls and an interesting sense of fashion, yelled.

" Sorry, I-"

" Hey, you're the new girl, Ally, right?'' She asked.

" Yeah, how did you know?" I asked.

" You're in all of my classes. I'm Trish, your guide. It was either me, or Austin, because we both have all classes with you and let's just say, you're lucky to have bumped into me first than Austin. " She explained. " He's not exactly... hmm, what's the word, 'nice' to people. You want the definition of Asshole? That's Austin."

'' Well, that's probably someting I would need to know. What does he look like?" I asked.

" He's-"

" Amazingly sexy, hot, awesome- I could go on for days, but I think the only important one is the one where I show you some tips on how to rock a bed." Some cocky blonde guy said, walking up from behind Trish. We both crossed our arms at his lame attempt to 'get with me' while I scowled at his hungry eyes scanning my body.

" No thanks, I would rather do anything else." I glared.

" What?" He sputtered.

" Sorry, but not sorry." I smiled my most innocent smile. He stayed, dumbfounded, still leaning against the locker next to mine.

" Oh, I see how it is, playin' hard-to-get, eh?" His smirk growing wider with each word.

" Heh-heh, yeah...no." I gave him a fake laugh. " I really mean it. You don't interest me at all." I deadpanned. Although, secretly found Austin extremely attractive. If only he wasn't a total player.

" But, no girl has ever turned all this down before.'' He gestured to himself.

" Well, If I'm a girl, then I think 'all that' has just been turned down." I gestured towards him.

" C'mon, Ally. This is just starting to get sad." Trish said before dragging me away. " Too bad he's a player, you two would actually make a good couple."

" Whaaat?" I faked a blush. ( I don't know if that's possible, but it is now.)

" Oh, no way. You like him!" Trish exclaimed. " That is sooo cute! But so very, very bad." She added quickly and started pacing.

" Calm down! I think he's cute, but at least now I know him and would never agree to be with him." I said.

" Good. You two, cute, but horrible." She sighed as we walked into the gym.

" It would be disgusting, too. Judging his reputation and attitude, he's probably been with all of the Barbies at this school. He probably lost his virginity already." I said walking into the changing room.

" Yeah, he's actually a pretty dark dude, but nobody knows why." Trish said as I was tying my shoes.

" Hmm, dark dude? " I mumbled to myself as I walked out while the rest of the girls were still getting ready. Why would they need to put on makeup for P.E.? I guess they're not going to participate.

I was the first person out so I started stretching out my arms and legs until I felt eyes on me and was about to turn around but a wolf whistle beat me to it. I turned around to find myself face-to-face with the blonde.

" Nice ass, Ally." He smirked, scanning my body once more. " And body."

" Are you done, now?'' I crossed my arms, annoyed.

" I don't think I'll ever be done looking at a body like that." He said, still checking me out.

" Well, I'm done looking at a face like that." I said, walking away. Too bad I was too close to a wall because soon, I was pinned with only the scent of a fresh summer breeze around me and the urge to slaughter the blonde on the spot.

" What's the hurry, Ally-Cat?'' He whispered huskily into my ear, his lips slightly brushing against my earlobe. I couldn't take it anymore and punched his chest with the least amount of force that I could. Even my weakest punch ever, sent him flying a few feet before falling onto the floor.

I faked a panic and rushed to his side. " I'm so sorry!" No I'm not. " But seriously, how were you NOT expecting me to do something. Can't you just accept that I don't find anything interesting about you? " Yes I do. " Just deal with rejection and leave me alone." Please don't.

" If I didn't really like you, I would've. Don't you think I would have left you alone by now if I didn't like you the way I do?" He said.

" So, wait, wait, wait. This, " I gestured between us. " Is real to you? You actually like me?"

" Yes, Now will you please not run away anymore?" He asked.

" No." I said. " I don't believe this is real. You have a reputation and I know you won't give it all up just for me, a girl you just met."

" What? I just poured out my feelings to you and you say no?" He exclaimed.

" Not all of your feelings. I don't believe any of that was true. You are still a player, and I don't want to get into all that." I said, getting up. He still lay on the floor, watching me walk away. Trish came out and some other girls finally came out behind her and once they saw Austin on the floor, all of the 'Barbies' sped to his side. Some other girls like me and Trish just stayed back and rolled our eyes.

The whistle blew, announcing the beginning of dodgeball. Great. Hopefully I don't crush anything... Or anyone.