Hey my awesome loves! I am so sick! I think I have the flu! But, I decided to work on my stories to help me feel better! I hope you enjoyed last chapter and you'll enjoy this chapter too!

So! In this chapter, Austin goes with Ally to Spoken Word Club!

For this chapter I am using a combination of poems. The first one was written by a friend of mine, entitled: Delinquent, the next poem is from YouTube, entitled Girl Code 101 by Blythe Baird (I don't own this poem), the next poem is one I wrote for the story entitled wrong kind of right. Finally, I mention the song Am I Wrong! If you would like to share poems that you hope would be in this story that PLEASE PM me! I would love to hear what you got! Let's share!

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Chapter 7: Spoken Word Club

Austin and Ally re-entered their English classroom to see the room had been adjusted. The desks were pushed against the walls and the seats were placed into a circle shape in the middle of the room. Ally seemed used to this format of the class. Austin followed Ally to a pair of seats. Austin was still anxious about this place. It just wasn't where he would usually hang out. Austin's eyes went to Ally who was back to writing absent mindedly in her journal. He wondered what she was writing. Why was she always scribbling in her journal? She seemed nervous about asking him to attend this with her.

Austin looked around the room and saw about ten other students. Most of them were students Austin hadn't met before. Austin recognized a few from his other classes. However, he knew someone like Kira would lump all of them into the loser category. Austin sighed at the thought. Suddenly, the lights dimmed a bit everyone took their seat, and turned their focus toward the middle of the circle. Ally closed her book and looked up. In the middle of the circle was Mr. Bronte. He was smiling as he looked from face to face. Austin noticed he seemed to pause for a moment when he saw Austin, but he did not linger.

"Welcome to Spoken Word," he said, his voice seemed calmer somehow. "Tonight is work in progress night. If you have been working on something we would love to have you share it. Even if it is just a few lines, we want to hear it." Mr. Bronte left the middle of the circle and sat down in his own seat. The circle remained empty for a moment.

Soon though, Marcus stepped us and everyone's eyes were on him. Austin didn't know Marcus well, even though he was in one of Austin's classes. However, Austin remembered him getting picked on by one of the teachers. The teacher told him that he needed to stop being a delinquent, to get his life together. Marcus took a deep breath.

How can you judge me?

By the color of my skin, by what I wear and how I speak

From where I grew up, is that how you see?

Man, you look at me and label me

"Delinquent" "Trouble" "Lost-cause"

Is that all you see?

It's like I don't have a shot

Better just quit now

You assume I steal and smoke

You assume I'll fail

Assume I'll end up flipping burgers

Or worse doing time in jail

Don't you get it?

There is more than the surface

I don't want to quit

I am not a delinquent

He stopped and there was a pause before everyone started clapping, the clapping was soft. Austin, however, just sat there in silence. He never realized Marcus didn't like how the teachers treated him, he also didn't think about just how much it affected him. Marcus smiled a little at his friends and moved back in the circle and sat down in his seat.

After another moment, a girl with short blonde hair and light skin stood up. Austin thought he remembered her name being Anna. Anna took a deep breath. (Go to YouTube and search Girl Code 101 by Blythe Baird for full poem)

Girls are taught to survive by using our bodies as Swiss army knives

Calculated scrunch nose giggles

And friendly forearm lingers

"You're so funny!" Please don't touch me

We convince ourselves there is protection in being polite

At 13, my dad told me wearing a short skirt is like driving without a seat belt

She paused, and finally released a breath before going back to her seat. The clapping again filled the room. Yet again, Austin was left silent. He was surprised by the things he was hearing. He looked over at Ally, wondering what kind of poems she shared.

Mr. Bronte still in his seat smiled his teacher's smile, and looked at all the faces. "Who's next?" He asked. His eyes met Ally's. "How about you Ally?" He asked.

"Oh, no, it's- it's not ready yet." She said blushing and looking down at her hands. Austin remembered her saying she has stage fright.

"Well, it is work in progress night, it doesn't have to be finished." Mr. Bronte encouraged.

"Yeah, come on Ally!" Someone said. "You can do it!" Another said. Encouragement was coming from everyone. Austin wondered where these people were in Ally's daily life.

Austin finally took his chance. He put his hand on Ally's shoulder. "You can do it, Ally." He said. Ally turned toward Austin and looked at him as if he just told her he could turn lead into gold. She slowly stood up from her chair. At first she had her book in her hands, but then shook her head and left it in her seat. She took a couple deep breaths and kept her eyes closed.

"I-I don't," She hesitated. Austin could see her struggling. He stood up from his chair and walked up to her. He put his hand back on her shoulder, causing her to open her eyes and look at him.

"It's ok, just keep your eyes on me." He said. She weakly smiled and nodded. Austin slowly went back to his seat, the whole time keeping eye contact with Ally. Ally took another deep breath.

"I don't see what happened." She paused for a moment, looking like she was pondering a thought.

At what point did knowing become wrong

I raise my hand

But that's wrong

I get an A

But that's wrong

I succeed

But that's wrong

When did being smart become wrong

I get picked on

For being wrong

I am judged

For being wrong

Everyone is awful to me

But it's ok, because I was wrong

My mom always told me

Baby be your best

Work your hardest

And you will be happy

Was my mom wrong?

I'm not happy

I'm wrong

I get good grades

But that's wrong

I work at my dad's store

But that's wrong

I'm a kind person

But that's wrong

I volunteer

But that's wrong

I try my best

But that's wrong

I show compassion

But that's wrong

Is anything I do right?!

She shouted! She paused for a moment taking a few deep breaths, but finally she spoke, saying:

No, that's wrong

There was a very long pause, and slowly a wave of claps filled the room, Austin, however, was on his feet applauding her. Ally smiled at him and blushed a little. She was amazing. Mr. Bronte stood up and put a hand on Ally's back.

"That was wonderful, Ally!" He said. Ally smiled at him and went back to her seat. "Alright who would like to follow that?"

Ally turned toward Austin and mouthed "Thank you." He simply smiled.

. . .

Austin and Ally were in his car, he wanted to drive her home from Spoken Word. Ally was being really quiet. She didn't seem sad . . . just lost in her own thoughts. Austin kept looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. Austin knew she was hurt by the things going on in the school, but it felt deeper than that. Austin took a deep breath before saying: "That was a really amazing poem."

Ally looked up, with a weak smile on her face. "Thanks again for coming." She said, grateful eyes smiled upon him.

"I'm glad I went it." Austin said, turning down a street. "It was really cool." He did really enjoy it. He didn't know if he would ever be able to create anything like that. "I don't know if I could ever write anything as amazing as you."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ally blushing and smiling. "Thanks," she said weakly. Ally pointed him to another street. He finally pulled up in front of the address she gave him. Ally's house . . . Austin turned off his car and got out, surprised by what he saw. It was a simple little house, it was a pale blue-green color, the paint fading. It had a small nice porch that would be great to sit on. Overall, it was a nice little house. Austin wasn't sure why it surprised him that this was Ally's home, it just didn't seem like her. Austin didn't even notice Ally standing next to him. "You wanna hang out?" She asked him. He looked at her, surprised by her a little.

"Sure," he finally felt able to say. Ally sat down on the steps of the porch and Austin sat down next to her. They both sat in silence for a little while. Austin took a quiet breath before saying: "What do you wanna do, Ally?"

Ally looked at him, a small smile on her face and an eye brow rose. "Do you mean what do I want to do someday? Like a career?" She asked. Austin nodded. Ally turned to look at Austin's truck sitting in the street. "I don't really know." She said. "I used to think I knew, but now . . ." she shook her head to herself. "I'm not sure." Before Austin could say anything, Ally turned back to him and asked: "What about you?"

Now, it was Austin's turn to stare at the street. "My parents want me to study business and take over Moon's Mattress Kingdom." Austin groaned a little. "But, that's not what I want."

"What do you want?" Ally asked.

Austin turned and looked at her big brown eyes. "I want to play music. Be a rock star." He smiled a little bigger. "I love music. It's what I've always wanted to do."

"I love music too." Ally said smiling and pulling her knees to her chest.

"Really?" Although it didn't really surprise Austin.

"When I was a kid, my mom taught me to play a bunch of instruments." She said, smiling at first, but then turned to fade away into the distance. "I used to love playing the piano." She said quietly, but Austin could hear her as if she were shouting.

"Used to?" Austin asked, confused.

Ally put her chin on her knees, still staring at the road. "I just lost interest." She said, her voice seeming in pain.

"I bet you could write amazing songs." Austin said, putting a hand on her back. She looked up at him, with her big brown eyes sparkling. Austin loved her eyes. They were so beautiful. Austin was about to say something, when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He groaned and pulled it out. "My mom wants me home." Austin said, still groaning. He stood up, but didn't move, keeping his eyes on Ally. "See you tomorrow?" He asked.

Ally smiled weakly at him. "Yeah, of course." She watched as he slowly walked to his truck. Even after he drove away, she stayed on the porch for a while. The sun was fading away in the distance. She thought about what he said.

I bet you could write amazing songs . . .

Ally pulled her journal out of her bag and stared at the poem she shared tonight. She wrote along the bottom of the page.

Am I wrong for thinking out the box from where I stay?

Am I wrong for saying that I choose another way?

Ally felt something she hadn't felt in a long time . . . she felt the desire to play the piano. She got up from the porch and made her way inside the house.

OH! What did you think of the poems?

In the next chapter, Ally and Austin will grow closer! YAY!

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