You Can Just Call Me Ally

Chapter 1

Boom.

Just like that, an instant headache all caused by the one thing I dread the most. Sunlight. I hate the luminous rays of the sun for the reason that daytime leads to bad things.

Lets be honest here, what good comes from seeing the sun rise? Everything that I associate dawn with is getting up and you get up only to go to school. School leads to pressure, annoyances, and anxiety. Pressure, annoyances and anxiety are bad. Do you see my point?

Anyways, slowly stand up holding my forehead in the palm of my hand and wishing I could just fall back down into my comfy bed. I drag myself into the bathroom, open the medicine cabinet and pull out an aspirin. After filling up a paper cup with water I put the pill in my mouth and swallow.

The struggles of being a teenager.

I exit the bathroom and jumble through my cloths looking for a decent outfit to wear to the hell hole everyone else likes to call school. I pull out a white cropped tank top, a pair of legging and a grey sweater.

I slip on my 'I do not give a shit' outfit and stumble down the stairs only to see my oh so perfect family sitting at the table smiling and having a nice family breakfast. Noticed how I wasn't informed about this.

Self-confidence level has went down a little, but I'm OK.

The conversations suddenly stops when they catch sight of my blue haired self walking down the stairs. The room was now filled with an uncomfortable silence all because of my presence. Strangely enough I felt proud that I caused this awkward quietness. The fact that I can stroll into a room and stop a discussion. It's quite satisfying

I ignore my new found power and stride right past my family and into the kitchen. I grab an apple out of the bowl on the granite counter top and walk out my front door. I don't plan on taking the bus with all the freshmans and my parents won't buy me a car because I haven't "earned" one yet, so now I have to walk to school. I do mind walking to school each morning when my sisters could easily give me a ride but, then again I like the alone time I get. It helps me relax before I have to think of anything remotely school related. I slip my hand into the pocket of my sweater and pull out earphones that are all tangled up.

Satan strikes again.

I unravel the mess of wires and put each bud in my ears. This allows me to tune out the world around me. I can just focus on my music and whats coming up ahead. I guess I missed the figure in front of me and we bumped shoulders cause my books to go flying all over the side walk. The figure who I saw to be a boy that was maybe a year older then me kept walking not even taking a glance back to see if I was alright. People these days, they are inconsiderate and just plain rude. Even I, one of the laziest people you have ever seen would stop and help a person if I accidentally made them drop their stuff. I reach down and pick up all my crumbled papers and stuff them back into my oversized folder.

After a few minuets my favorite songs comes on, Alone Together by Fall Out Boy. I have a mental fangirl moment as the song begins to play. Being interested in music I couldn't help but to sing along and just like that I was singing to myself on the way to school.

"You cut me off, I lost track

It's not my fault, I'm a maniac

It's not funny anymore, no it's not" I sang receiving strange looks from some of Sierra's friends.

I just keep thinking to myself that maybe they are just jealous of me, but I know that they are just making jokes. Blocking out the people glaring at me I continue to sing without a care in the world. Once I reach the school I bring my singing to a hum and make my way down the hallway to my locker. In my mind I go through the numbers of the combination and mouth the words silently making sure they were correct. While jumbling through my locker to find my history book I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I know this trick by now so I look over the opposite shoulder to find Aspyn. Aspyn has been my friend since 5th grade and I could never take that for granted. She has even stuck with me through my bad times such as anxiety attacks and supported my love for music. Even though Aspyn is my best friend we are nothing alike. She has her blonde hair, beautiful aqua eyes and skin as white as snow without a blemish in sight. She is absolutely flawless. Everyone at school seems to think so too because no one can keep their eyes of her. The girls stare then talk about how she is so beautiful and how they want to be like her. The guys on the other hand just want to get with her.

Stupid horny high school boys.

The warning bell rings signaling us to start on our way to class. "Have you talked to Travis over the weekend? I haven't heard from him over the past few days and I heard he was sick." Aspyn tries to make conversation but she knows I'm not talkative in the mornings. "Nope, I haven't talked to him since Friday." I say now a little bit worried for Travis' sake.

Travis never misses a day of school unless he really has to. He would give anything to get out of his house where his dad is constantly bashing on him. That is actually how Travis and I became close friends. We both have parents that didn't understand us and want us to be something we we aren't. It sounds a a little strange to get to know someone like that, but you really understand who they are.

We finally reach our History class and sit down in the back corner like usual. Mr.Berks dosen't really pay attention too us back here. First of all because we get good grades in his class and second of all he can't really see us with his poor eyesight. So I don't even think he know we are here half the time.

History is basically the only subject I actually enjoy in school. It's just really fun to learn about the past, well for me anyway. Aspyn hates the class and she still has a hundred average.

How you ask?

God only knows how.

I maintain an 86 average and thats with me working my ass off every single day.