Hey all! Welcome to "The Girl Who Changed It All!' I hope you like it! It's one of those 'bad boy falls for good girl' type things, but I hope to put some spin on it. Enjoy!

I don't own Austin and Ally... Isn't that pretty obvious?

When my alarm went off that morning, I opened my eyes and slowly sat up, hitting the off button on my alarm to shut it up. It was a bit surprising that I would be getting out of bed the first time my alarm rang, instead of hitting snooze, going back to sleep, and being late to school. But today was different. Today was special. I was excited for once. That also was rare; me, being excited to go to school.

Who wouldn't be ecstatic? It was the last day of school before winter break began. Everyone was excited. I was going to be spending it with my friends in Colorado, skiing, snowboarding, partying with friends... I couldn't wait until the end of the day.

I got dressed, ran downstairs, and ate my breakfast quickly, than grabbed the keys to my new car that I'd gotten for my sixteenth birthday a month ago. But before I could leave, my mom held up her hand.

"Wait."

I groaned. "What is it?"

"You can't drive on the roads. It's too icy. I'll drive you."

I stubbornly shook my head. "No thanks. I'll walk."

My mother and I weren't on the best terms at the moment. Two weeks ago, my dad had officially moved out of the house, and they were officially divorced. I couldn't pretend my family was perfect anymore. I had always been my dad's miniature clone, mimicking whatever he did or said. I even looked like him; same hair, same spunky, childish personality. I think that's one of the reasons she hates my guts. I'm just returning the favor. I'd wanted to live with my dad, but the reason I didn't was that I didn't want to move, to start over. So I stayed, with the mother who's always pretending to care.

She studied me for a moment, then she sighed. "Ok, ok. Go. But be careful."

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled as I rushed past her out the door.

When I stepped outside, an icy cold wind whipped through the air. I shivered, and I cursed myself for not wearing a warmer jacket. I'd never been very prepared for anything in my life. I remember one time this past summer I'd gone to the beach, forgotten sunscreen, and been so sunburned it hurt to move my arms.

When I arrived at school, my best friend, Trent, came up to me and gave me a fist bump. "Hey man! You excited for the big trip? We leave tomorrow at nine, don't be late."

Trent was tall, with dark hair, skin, and eyes. He always wore his signature leather jacket atop fitting T-shirts. He was the exact guy you would envision when you think the term 'bad boy." He and I, along with some of our other friends, were considered the steriotypical players, bad boys, whatever you want to call it. It was who we were at this school.

I grinned. "Excited? That doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling! We've been looking forward to this since, like, October or something."

Trent laughed. "Guess who else is coming?" He turned then and pointed to a pretty blonde girl, wearing a cheer skirt, who glanced over and gave them a sly smile. I waved back.

"How'd you get Cassidy to come?"

Cassidy was fairly popular; she was, after all, a cheerleader. But she wasn't so popular that she had football player trying to get her attention. This made her perfect for us, if she was dumb enough to go for a bunch of players.

Trent smirked. "I... Persuaded her that it would be fun."

I gave him a high five. "Nice!"

I headed off to my first class. In actuality, I typically ditched the first two or three classes of the morning, unless we were having a test. It was the last day, and so I figured that no one was doing any real work anyways. So instead of going to American History, I went to the empty classroom at the end of the hall, which was used by students who ditched as a hang-out spot.

"Hey there Lacey. Haven't seen you in a while," I said, sidling up next to her. A few students milled about the room, chatting, laughing, and flirting.

She rolled her eyes at me. "First, it's Lola. Second, the last time I saw you, you broke my best friend's heart," She added a glare for emphasis.

I shrugged nonchalontly. "It isn't my fault your friend doesn't know how to share."

Lola, disgusted, stalked away from me. I laughed slightly. I hadn't thought that she would easily give in to me, and I was right. Some girls were just... too stubborn.

Before I even realized it, it was the final class of the day. I stared at the clock from my desk, wiling it to skip ahead and ring the loud, obnoxious bell that would mean freedom.

"Mr. Moon."

The sound of my name snapped me out of my thoughts. I glanced up at the teacher, Ms. Watsford.

"Yes?"

She montioned me to come up to her desk. I realized then that she was handing out report cards. I got up and took it from her, quickly sitting back down. I took a ruler, and discreetly opened it. I had done this with many previous report cards; if I didn't like the grades, than no one else would ever hear about them. I slipped the report card out, but all it said was;

Check online at our grading website. Enter in this code;

The long code followed this statement.

I mentally groaned. Now my mother could see it and all its failing glory. I ran a hand through my messy blond hair, thinking. The bell startled me out of my thoughts. The students cheered loudly, rushing out of their seats and to the door. Without another thought, I threw the envelope in the trash on my way out, and ran to my locker to gather my things.

I was walking out of the school, when someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned and saw Brooke, a curly-haired brunette. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she did not look happy.

"Sup with you?" I asked, rolling my eyes slightly. I'd gone out with her once; she was a diva. She'd freaked out that he'd been kissing another girl behind her back. She should've seen that coming. It's just what I do.

"Sup with me?" She asked incredously. "What about what's up with you? You said that you would drive me home today, remember? Oh wait, your brain isn't big enough to actually remember things, or be responsible." She was breathing heavily at this point.

I simply raised an eyebrow. "Gosh, chill out. I remember you asking me now. But, listen, I didn't drive today, so I can't exactly drive you home... How far away from here do you live? I can walk you. Unless you couldn't stand my company for that long."

Brooke stared at me, shocked. "You're... You're unbelievable!"

I grinned. "I B, I'm awesome right?"

For a second it looked as if the girl was going to strangle me, but instead she whirled around, and began walking quickly in the opposite direction. I heard her mutter something about, "No good dirty little-" but I shrugged it off. She'd never liked me much anyway, I'd simply been her rebound guy, after she broke up with her boyfriend.

When I arrived at home, I took my book bag and threw it into the deepest corner of my closet, where it would stay for the entire winter break. I flopped down on the couch, and let out a contented sigh. This vacation was going to be awesome.

A couple hours later, I was watching some cartoon about a cat chasing a mouse when my mom walked in the door from being at work. She took a look at what I was watching, and rolled her eyes. "Gosh, is my son sixteen or six?"

"You wouldn't know, since you don't pay attention," I retorted, my tone slightly bitter.

My mom said nothing. She walked over to the couch opposite me, and turned off the Tv.

"Hey!' I complained. "What was that for?"

She simply said, "We need to talk."

I gave her a look. "Why? Are you sending me off to dad or something?"

She pursed her lips. "Not quite."

I felt slightly nervous then. Her expression was serious, and it was starting to scare me. Even when I insulted her, she would always just look tired, and turn away from me. Never did she look me dead and the eyes, and say that something serious was happening.

"Wh- What do you mean?" I asked, my voice slightly higher than normal.

She took a deep breath. "A couple weeks ago, I met with your principal to discuss your grades. He informed me that you oftne skip class, misbehave, and you're practically failing most of your classes."

She'd met with my principal? How had I not known that? I guess I didn't pay much attention to anything. i felt a slight knot in my stomach at what was coming next, but said nothing.

"You're always out with your friends, and constantly dating different girls, according to him. And at this rate, you're not going to end up anywhere good. So I'm going to do something about it."

"Um, ok..?" I felt slightly confused at this point, but also fearful.

"Starting in January, when school starts, you will be attending Chesterwood Preporatory High School. It's very prestigious, and its students almost always get into good colleges. Plus, you'll make a whole bunch of new friends, who might help change your attatude-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I inturruped. I held up my hand to stop her, feeling a sudden burst of anger. "So just like that, you have the right to completely change my life? Without any warning at all?" That wasn't fair at all. I thought she at least cared about me enough to make my own choices, but apparently I was wrong.

She sighed heavily. "Listen Austin. If you stay at the public high school, you'll have nowhere to go when you graduate."

"I can find someone who would care enough to help me, in a way that doesn't involve changing everything about me."

My mom was silent. The silence was deafening, and I felt myself tensing. I didn't like this sudden thoughtfullness. It was scaring me, and Austin Moon doesn't get scared.

She finally spoke. "I'll make a deal with you, then."

I slowly nodded. I definately should at least listen to her offer. If I hated it, I could just walk away, move in with Trent, whatever needed to be done.

"If you go to Chesterwood for a semester..." she began, "then I will pay for you to go to MUNY."

I blinked. Was she serious?

"M- MUNY?" I asked, stumbling over my words slightly. "Like, a semester there?"

A small smile appeared on her face. "As long as you need to attend there for whatever degree you want."

My eyes practically popped out of my head at this statement. MUNY, short for Music University of New York, was the best music school in the country. It'd been my dream to go to that school, but recently I'd begun to forget that dream, with my friends and family not really caring much about music.

She waited patiently. "So? Deal or no deal?"

I snorted at her reference, then, with a deep breath, I held out my hand, and we shook.

"Deal," I breathed.

There you have it. The introduction to "The Girl Who Changed It All". I hope to see you guys next chapter, and please, please review! Otherwise I don't know if i should keep writing or not!

Bye!