I don't own "Austin and Ally" or its characters. All rights go to Disney and its creators. I'm hoping to do better in this fanfiction because in my first one I've noticed that the first chapter has to be a really good chapter so I want to try again.

Chapter 1

She walked in the door of Marino high. Head down, books hugged to her blue peplum top, walking fast down the hallways, avoiding eye contact at all times. Her earbuds secured in her ear, music up to its highest volume with her iPod in the pocket of her black jeans. The music calmed her. It blocked out all of the rumors that she would her when she walks down the hall. 'Look at that. The sluts back in town.', 'The freak has done probably fifty abortions by now', 'Dawson is so desperate, she'll have sex with a dead corpse'. She cringed just at the thought of yesterday's rumors. Sighing, she opened the door to her locker. 'I am a slut'. She thought. 'I'm a fucking prostitute who works at a club for desperate men looking for a one night stand.' Throwing all of her books from last nights homework into her locker, she grabbed her Chemistry books and headed over to her classroom, but not before she chucked her prized journal into her backpack.

Ally looked down at the tiled floor beneath her. Her neck would've cramped up by now, but because of her 'job', she's used to looking down. She just wished she could live a happy life again. One where her parents were living with her. One where there were people who loved her. The one where she didn't have to work two jobs at the same time just to have food on the table. She missed that life, but she took it for granted. But she still had music. Music was always there for her. It's her best friend. All the songs she has relate to her in some way. It's soothing, it's calming, and it took all her problems away. She got so lost into the music, she bumped into somebody.

"Fuck off!" The voice shouted. Ally looked up to apologize, but she immediately shut her mouth close when she saw who it was. Austin Moon. His hair was beach blonde, flipped to the side of his face. Hers was brown, but she got it ombrè. Both of their eyes were brown, except he had flecks of green in them. Her's were big doe eyes. He was exactly six feet tall. She was five foot one. He looked down at her and smirked. "Finally came to hook up with me?" She smiled and took off her ear buds.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm straight." She earned 'oohs' from the bystanders. People already started to record this on their phones. There is not one day where a fight between the jock and the nerd will go unnoticed, especially if the nerd was good looking and has a reputation as the slut of the school. Austin glared at her.

"I'll be happy to show you my dick. I bet you'll find it very entertaining." He stepped towards her. Ally walked so that she was behind Austin. She turned around, and found that Austin was still staring at her. She cocked her head to the side in a questioning manner.

"What dick?" She asked, then squinted in his crotch area, making sure it was obvious. "I don't think I can even see a lump there. Are you sure you have a dick? Because I'm pretty sure they weren't the size of my thumb." That earned 'oohs' from both the student population AND the populars.

"You should feel sorry Dorkson. After all, I'm sure you've never had your best session until you come to me. I am a professional, just like you."

"I'm sorry for all the girls you've fucked. I'm sure they were very disappointed when they saw that your dick wasn't as big as your ego." Austin's face turned red. Satisfied with his reaction, Ally pivoted on her heel and walked off to class, head held high all the way to the Science lab.

She entered the classroom. Four science tables in four sections of the classroom were empty. Ally didn't care. She was always to class early so she could claim her seat in the back. Walking to her spot in the back right corner of the room, she greeted 'Good Morning' to the teacher before pulling out her journal. Of course she plugged in her earphones. Just to be safe, she opened her chemistry textbook and stood it on the desk so no one would peek at what she was writing. Plus, it was a good way to hide her journal if Austin showed up and tried to take it away from her. Opening the book to a blank page, she began to write.

Dearest Journal,

It will be four years tomorrow that my parents left me. Should I even call them my 'parents' still? They left me. Parents don't do that. They left me all alone. I sold the house, though I still have all my clothes and my belongings back at the club. I shouldn't be living like this. Everyone is leaving me, and I don't even know why. Trish left me for the Popular people. We were going to conquer high school together, but once she saw me at Club 69, she told me she didn't like sluts and left me. I didn't even have time to explain. But I thought she would come back, so I wrote in a very long letter all that happened in my life. I saw her read it, and she looked at me a gave me a face of sadness. She wrote back though. She said that she couldn't talk to me because she was 'cool', though right after she shredded the letter I wrote to her. At least I know she won't want anyone to read it. But she's not a true friend. I've never had one. I wish I could have someone in my life.

Lonely and ready to die, Ally D.

As soon as she signed off her entry, the bell rang, signaling that all students should head to class. Ally sighed, and placed her journal back into her bag, while taking out her notebooks to take notes down from. She cherished those ten minutes before class started. Nobody talked to her. No one stared at her, or called her names. It was her safe haven, except for that abandoned music room in the attic of the school. People started to enter the classroom, taking their seats at their lab tables. She sighed. No one took a spot beside her, as always. Even though there were enough spots for two people per table, there was always a table of three because they were scared to sit beside the slut. They thought that just by breathing the same air as her they would get HIV or AIDS. 'Bitches', she thought. 'They're so stupid. They're already breathing the same air as me.' The warning bell rang, and she looked around the classroom. To her surprise, there was no group of three today, meaning someone was missing. After the teacher took attendance, someone rushed through the door.

"I'm sorry teach! I promise I won't be late again!" Someone exclaimed. She looked up. Of course, Austin had to have every class with her. It's like she was born to have a bad life.

"No problem." The teacher replied. "But since you were late to class, you're going to have to sit with Ally. And no making a group of three." Ally's eyes grew big.

"No!" She shouted. Everyone turned to look at her. "Why does he have to sit with me!"

"Yeah why do I?" Austin asked. "Her airs already poisonous! I'll get HIV from sitting with her." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh please. If anything, I kill the sperm that in your girlfriends uterus. If it wasn't for me, you would be a teen dad holding a twin in your arms." Everyone laughed, and the teacher had a smile on her face.

"Go sit down ." The teacher said, pointing in Ally's direction. Austin glared at her, before walking over to Ally's table. Once Austin was settled, class started.

"Today class we'll be learning about chemical reactions." Ally rolled her eyes. That was the easiest thing in the world! People kept on turning to look at the duo in the far corner of the room. Austin was tapping his pencil on the table, head looking straight ahead at the teacher. An un-opened notebook was also there with him. He was seated as far away as he could from Ally. She did the same thing too. While she was writing down what the teacher was saying, she could feel the glares she's been getting during class. 'This was going to be the longest class ever' Ally thought to herself. She couldn't wait until she got 'home'. Actually, she couldn't wait until graduation. Her hellhole of a life would be over by then. 'Three more years'. She thought. 'Three more years until I'm gone.'

Well, as you can see, there is no POV in this story. I'm going to be doing the high school program in the USA since the majority of the viewers are American. I'm sorry if this chapter is really short for you guys. All I know is that high school starts in Grade 9. I hope you liked this chapter and that you review and do whatever you need to do to encourage me to keep on going with this one. Thanks!

Stay Rydelicious!

-MJ