Ally's POV
My first day of being a senior in college.
Great...
I had left my old high school and I was entering a private high school that's specifically for 'Musically Gifted' students. Nick and I were both going there. Things were going great between us. We had been dating for about two and a half years.
I was sitting out front of the school waiting for Nick to arrive. We both promised to walk in together. I looked around the parking lot and saw him pulling his trumpet case out of his car. I waved to him so he would notice me.
He ran over to me and gripped my hand firmly. We walked through the front doors, and into homeroom to get our schedules. Lucky us, we had all the same classes! The bell soon rang, and we ran down the halls to Biology. Nick went to go sit with his friend, while I went to sit with Brie. We're still good friends.
Our teacher walked into the classroom and sat down at her desk. She pulled out her attendance book, and began calling names. God. She looked strict.
After she took attendance, she stood up and introduced herself.
"Hello. My name is Ms. Marianne Fitzgerald. You must refer to me as Ma'am or Ms. F." She said. She had an extremely heavy Irish accent. I was used to Irish accents, because Niall comes over a lot.
Speaking of which, Niall got engaged last week! He had been dating a girl named Kendra for 3 years. You could clearly see they are in love.
We began doing our pre-test, until the bell rang indicating it was time for French.
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Classes zoomed by until it came to seventh period, and it was time for our music classes. Nick and I parted ways as he went to his Advanced trumpet lessons, and I went to my vocal lessons. I dragged my gutair to my lesson room, and unpacked it from it's bag.
I warmed up my voice and tuned my gutair. I saw that I was the only student in the room. Yay! I'm getting a one-on-one lesson. The teacher walked in and pulled out her very own gutair.
"Hi. I'm Ms. Carter! I guess you're the only one in vocals this year, so that's great. Can you just play and sing real quick so I can just assess whether or not you're going to need help." She explained. I strummed my gutair and began to sing.
"They dunno about the things we do
They dunno about the I love you's
But I betcha if they only knew
They would just be jealous of us
They dunno about the up all nights
They dunno I've waited all my life
Just to find a love that feels this right
Baby they don't know about us"
The music teacher sat there starting at me. I hope that's a good thing...
"Well Ally, you're amazing!" She exclaimed.
"Um, thanks.'' I said blushing. I have to admit that I'm Good at gutair, but never vocals. That's the reason I signed up for vocal classes.
I kept reviewing the scales, and playing my gutair. The bell soon rang, and I ran out the door to my Locker. I grabbed my bag and walked out to my car.
Yes. Louis and Eleanor got me a car for my sixteenth birthday. It's a dark purple Lexus, and It's like freaking fabulous.
I got in and began the drive home. It's much shorter ride than it was from my old school. We also moved closer to Louis' studio. We're now in a large house just across the street from a park. I pulled into my driveway, and parked my car.
I grabbed my bag, and walked up to our front door. I pulled it open to find Louis singing some old songs, and Eleanor baking a cake.
"Hey Ally! How was school?" She asked me as I stepped into the kitchen. I grabbed a cereal bar, and sat down at the table.
"Good." I replied.
I continued eating and then began to do my homework. Biology, math, writing, and music.
Homework sucks.
At ten, I finally finished. I collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep.
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Saved By Elounor
Hayran KurguAt sixteen years old, nobody expected Ally to get as far in life as she had gotten. The XFactor was a show for professionals... not a teenage girl from London. But is she willing to keep going, or will she throw it all away voluntarily? All rights...