Unchangeable

By. Dark Rosez (Kayla)

Chapter: 2

Adjustment,reflextion and silence

So I haven't been getting a lot of feedback for this story. I was just wondering if you guys like it or not, either way I hope you guys related to Ally and soon come to understand her.

(Ally's POV)

"So I don't get an introduction"

"I try to ignore morons" Trish spits out.

I chuckle.

"Nice to meet you Ally Dawson" says the blonde pianist by the name of Austin.

I nod.

"Ally here is a new student she is from…."

"Where are you from Ally?" Trish continues to ask.

"New York" I answer shyly.

"Welcome to Marino High School Ally" the tall redhead by the name of Dez says to me.

The four teens chat while I remain quiet. Being antisocial I usually don't converse, this was no such exception.

"So why did you come to Marino?"

"What?"

I wasn't paying attention to the fours discussion from the start, I was somewhat spaced out.

"Why are you at Marino High School?"

I snap back to reality. I immediately realize that the question is coming from the thin blonde girl by the name of Ashley.

I honestly don't know what to answer. Why was I at Marino? My foster parents just decided they wanted to move, and me being the foster child had no say in the matter.

I notice Trish shooting daggers at Ashley.

Austin elbows Ashley.

"Ouch"

"Ashley doesn't mean it like that she's just curious, you don't have to answer" Austin says.

Ashley rolls her eyes.

"It's flipping November, no one transfers in November excuse me for wanting to know" Ashley mumbles.

I can tell why Trish doesn't like her.

"You're going to love it here Ally" says Trish.

I smile lowly.

I doubt I will. I was never the type to enjoy school; so it is unlikely that this out of all schools will be the one that changes me.

BRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN GGGGGGGG

The bell rings.

I am frightened.

The room's silence was interrupted by the howls of the loud bell.

Ashley flips her straight blond hair.

"I'll see you later babe I have math now"

Ashley kisses Austin on the cheek and slowly walks out.

I grin.

So Austin was dating Ashley, interesting.

I wonder why a nice guy like him would date a bitter girl like Ashley.

Dez stares at Austin intently as if he is sending him a telepathic message. Austin frowns.

"Dude we are not together!" Austin shouts.

That was unexpected.

"Tell that to Ashley, she was all over you again"

"We broke up months ago we're just friends now, Ashley gets it she's just a physical person"

Trish laughs.

"Ashley! Please, she wouldn't touch a wipe much less a person"

I can't help but think about getting to class; I didn't like school but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't an 'A' student.

Austin glares at Trish.

"Ally just came here and I'm pretty sure she saw what was going on between you two" Dez says.

"I don't want to get involved" I say seriously.

Rule number 2, stay away from drama.

"Come on Ally you saw it"

I adjust my backpack strap to make it loose.

I feel so uncomfortable.

"We should be getting to class we're late Trish"

Trish grins.

"Austin we'll continue this discussion later"

Trish runs her fingers through her dark curly hair.

"Austin she's not good for you…not as a girlfriend, and definitely not as a friend"

I wave goodbye.

Trish and I quickly walk to class leaving Austin and Dez conversing.

(In Class)

"Sorry we're late Mrs. Gonzalez"

"Patricia what a surprise, you're late again" Mrs. Gonzalez says.

Class had already started for 5 minutes when Trish and I had entered the class room.

From the greeting Mrs. Gonzalez gave Trish, to her conservative attire I could tell that Mrs. Gonzalez was a strict teacher.

Mrs. Gonzalez removed her large black glasses and quickly cleaned the lenses.

Trish walks to her desk at the back of the classroom signaling me to join her.

"No" I say

Trish nods disappointedly.

I decide not to sit next to Trish. Trish seems like a nice girl but I knew her type. The talkative type. She'd talk to me every day, preventing me from learning (Not that I cared), annoying me, irritating me, making me go crazy. It was for the best.

I remain in front of the classroom scanning the room for an empty seat.

The students stare at me.

I feel a pair of hands on my shoulder.

"You are Allyson Dawson, am I correct?"

I nod.

Mrs. Gonzalez directed me to the chalkboard.

"Class as you might have noticed today we a new student by the name of Allyson Dawson, please welcome her and show her the Marino High School hospitality"

"Yes Mrs. Gonzalez" the whole class says in unison.

I half smile uncomfortably.

I always try to avoid attention and being called out in front of the entire classroom is the opposite of what I needed.

"Good. Allyson please take a seat so we can start the lesson"

I nod.

Mrs. Gonzalez points to a seat at the front of the class directly beside the window.

I quickly walk over and sit.

I take out my orange note book and rainbow ball point pen, taking notes from Mrs. Gonzalez.

"Damn! My pen"

From the corner of my eyes I notice a fidgeting teen boy.

"Do you have a pen?" He asks me.

I look over.

"What?"

"A pen, do you have one?"

I pick up my backpack from the floor and from the small area I takeout out a spare pen giving it to the teen boy.

"Thanks"

"Don't mention it" I say.

I continue to write my notes, still I have the strange feeling that I am being watched.

I quickly look over at the teen boy.

"What?" I ask annoyed.

Another thing about me; I don't like being watched.

"You're new right?"

"Yes…I was just introduced to the class a couple minutes ago" I say.

Did he seriously not see 's introduction? or was he just slow in the head (stupid)?

Then again,who am I to judge this guy. I space out all the time.

"Oh sorry I was texting"

Figures.

"I'm Dallas by the way" he continues.

"Strange name" I say to myself.

"I'm Ally"

"Welcome to Marino High School Ally"

I notice Dallas grinning.

"Allyson! Dallas! Back to work" Mrs. Gonzalez shouts.

My eyes quickly turn to my book and I continue to write my notes.

(Lunch Time)

I slowly enter the cafeteria.

I immediately notice the divisions with in the students.

Again with the cliques!

I look around the cafeteria for an empty table, eventually my eyes land on one.

I walk over and sit.

I don't mind being by myself, I actually prefer it. Being by myself I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not, being by myself it's just me and my thoughts; I actually have the time to think…think about life, my problems, my plans and my future. I'm sorry if I don't have time to socialize.

A thought drifts through my mind suddenly. The thought of my mother.

The woman who I loved so much, the woman who I worshiped and strived to be like, the woman who abandoned my family.

I try to erase the thought of my mother from my memory. Over the years I began to despise her, because my sad life is all courtesy of her.

I squint.

I will not cry! I will not cry!

My mother will not get my sympathy or any emotion from me; she does not deserve acknowledgement , not even in my thoughts.

"Ally are you okay?"

I continue to squint my eyes.

Above me I notice Trish standing.

She looks at me with concern.

"Yeah! I'm great" I lie.

Trish smiles then sits next to me.

She puts her tray on the table.

"Trish you don't have to sit next to me, go sit with your friends"

Trish rolls her eyes.

"Those losers! I'd much rather hang out with you today"

I chuckle.

"So what are you doing here all by yourself?"

"I like the scenery" I joke.

The only view I have from here is chatting jocks and the stinky trash can.

Trish takes out a sparky pink notebook from her backpack.

"Ally I don't mean to impose but may I ask you a couple questions?"

"What for?"

"I'm with the school newspaper and the team thought it would be interesting if we did a piece on the new student"

That was the catch. That was the reason why she was with me currently. She didn't like me, it was her job.

I decide that I won't cause a ruckus or get angry. I figure as soon as soon as she gets the interview she'd leave and then it would just be me and my thoughts.

"Great!" Trish says happily.

She takes out a number two pencil.

"What is your full name?"

"Allyson Selena Dawson"

"How old are you?"

"16"

"What school are you coming from?"
"Aberdeen Academy in New York and before that Thomas High School which is also in New York"

"When did you move to Miami?"

"Last Monday"

Trish continued to ask me questions for around 15 minutes.

I try to answer them short and brief but Trish seemed to want the answers more specific and thoroughly.

"Okay last question"

"Yes!" I said to myself.

"Do you have a crush on anyone?"

"What?"

I blinked rapidly.

"This question is off the books by the way, it's just between me and you"

"NO!"

Trish grinned.

"I was just curious Allyson"

"Don't call me that"

I frowned.

Trish nudged.

"Cheer up Kiddo, You're going to love it here"

(At home)

"Robert!"

"Julie!"

I walked into the two story house.

"Is anyone home?"

No response.

I threw my bag on the kitchen floor then walked up stairs to my room.

My room was a simple one.

It was red in color with black out line and mostly black furniture.

I suppose some people could call it daring or wild but for me, It was just a modern expression of my personality. Dark but deep.

I fell backwards on my black and white polka dot sheets.

"Ugh"

I was so tired I didn't bother to change.

I dragged my sheets over me and closed my eyes.

Day one over.

"Mom are you okay"

It was around 2:00 in the morning and I had just woken up the sound of movement.

"I'm fine sweety go back to sleep"

My mother had her signature smile on her face, I could tell it was not genuine.

I noticed 3 large fully packed suitcases beside my mother. She was attempting to shut the last one.

"Mom where are you going?"

My mother patted my head.

"Mommy's taking a little trip sweety"

"Where?"

"To grandma's house"

My mother dragged the three suitcases into the living room, I trailed behind her.

"Can I come?" I asked.

It was 5th grade and for my age of 10, I was still very immature and didn't fully understand the situation.

"No honey"

My mother ran upstairs to her and my father's room she came back down stair with a pouch full with documents. I noticed a passport sticking out.

A thought entered my mind, my grandmother lived an hour away if my mother was really going to her house she wouldn't need a passport.

"What about Alex is she going? You can't bring her and leave me here"

My mother chuckled.

"You and Alex are going to stay here with daddy alone for a while"

I squinted my eyes, still tired.

"Why?"

My mother didn't answer.

"I'm going to need you to take care of yourself and watch over Alex for now, okay?"

I nodded.

"When are you coming back?"

No answer.

My mother grabbed me for a hug, when she released me she gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Go back to sleep now, you need your rest for school"

I didn't question her decision. In my mind I thought she would be leaving in the morning and return in a week with gifts. That was not the case.

I slowly walked up stairs. I looked back to see my mother still trying to zip her suitcase.

"I love you mommy"

"I love you too sweety"

"Mom don't go!" I shout.

I spring out of bed.

It was just a dream.

A single tear drop fell as I remembered her last words to me.

I felt my cheek.

"I love you too sweety"

I frown.

I do my best not to think about her or the past.

Thinking about what life was, not only saddens me but it infuriates me.

She didn't love me!

If she loved me she wouldn't have left, she would have done her best to make it work.

I guess I was just a causality of her marriage.

"Allyson!" Julie shouts.

She enters my room.

"You could knock you know"

Julie ignores me.

"What did I tell you about leaving your dirty bag in my kitchen!"

"What's the big deal"

"What's the big deal! What's the big deal!"

Julie's face is red with anger.

She inhales the exhales.

OCD much?

"This is the last time you will be leaving your crap down stairs. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal" I answer.

Julie throws my back pack on my fuzy white carpet.

"Good"

Julie grins.

"NO dinner for you tonight but Robert and I are having Italian, enjoy starvation"

Julie laughs.

She slams my door shut.

In their house I frequently get punished for minor matters. In other household people get grounded but for me….I'm at their mercy.

I can live without food for a night…

With problems like mine I have no time to think about mother.

I can't reflect on the good times, I can't reflect on the bad, I can't reflect on her promises, I can't reflect on her lies and I most certainly can't reflect on the night she left.

So end of chapter 2, I'm sorry it's a little late but only the best for my lil readers. I hope you like it.