My first Wattpad story! It gets better as it progresses (at least in my opinion it does lol)

And please dun copy dis idea...lol. I understand there are stories already with an anonymous blogger plot, but I havent read a single other blogging story so honestly, I dont care much and this is completely original and all from my imagination so please dont comment saying that there are similar stories. This is not similar to theirs, it has my plot, my characters, my writing, and my time put into it. but also, dont use the same characters and stuff .-. consider dis a copyright. Everything is coincidental..blah blah. I couldnt find the legit copyright statement but i do have it copyrighted, so. yeah.

Mavery

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© 2013 leichter

DEDICATED TO 17SERENITY FOR THE PREVIOUS AMAZING NEW COVER! THANKS! :) *checkout the chapter 'contest announcement' to see her cover in the media section*

ANOTHER AMAZING COVE WAS MADE BY @ceremonials_ !! A LATER CHAPTER WILL BE DEDICATED TO HER AND HER COVER WILL BE FOUND IN A LATER CHAPT

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Ally's POV

"Ally! Are you alright?" My mom's eyes were frantic, even though I only fell down two steps. My mom and I are really close and I take after her.  A lot. We have the same silky brunette hair, we love school, and are both crazy clumsy.

"Yes mom, I'm fine. Naturally clumsy person here..." I push myself upwards and stretch out, letting my sore muscles loose. "You should know."

I walked into the kitchen and on the table sat my usual breakfast of a piece of toast, orange juice, and Morningstar 'bacon', if you don't know, Morningstar is a vegetarian brand. I shall not go all psychotic on you and say that eating animals is murder, not that it isn't, but not eating meat just makes a person feel better about themselves. Imagine if the world was flipped and we were the prey - you wouldn't want to be eaten, would you?.

"Cute outfit hun..." my mom had returned to finishing up her breakfast, so the phrase came out distracted and monotone. She wasn't vegetarian but I noticed the longing looks on her face whenever she put my food in front of me. It'll be no time before this household is meat free.

"Thanks. But we should really sweep the floor more. Dust and dirt got all over me." My mom gave me a quick glare and an awkward silence filled room so I tried to think of other things to talk about, "So mom. How is your job this year? I heard you-"

She turned her head away from her food and rose in eyebrow at me, "Love, you stink at icebreak talk. And it is 7:18, and you do love being early for school." I looked up at the oven clock and mentally cursed, I knew I shouldn't have stayed up to watch Cutthroat Kitchen last night.

I pushed myself from the seat and waved goodbye to my mom as I exited the house. My method of transportation to school is wanning; my own word for the combination of walking and running. It is conveniently fast for those who aren't built for running and it doesn't make you sweat, as bad. My feet scratched the concrete as I hurridly picked up the pace.

Even though wanning is not full out running, it feels like a full run. My breathing is quickened and slight sweat dribbled down my back and forehead, the beating sun did not help my situation either. Maybe I strected the truth when I said it doesn't make you sweat as bad. Trying to distract myself, I thought about the blog I had previously written.

You see, I write a blog to take the place of my social life. I get ignored at school and everywhere else where people dominate the population, but I get noticed online! At least they notice Mavery, my cover ID.

It all started out as a joke when I was 10 years old and too scared to ask my mom for permission to join a blogging site; so I joined it secretly as any child would, and used an anonymous name so if she found it, she wouldn't know it was me. I was a clever little one, huh?

The blog used to be for me to write an anonymous diary and get advice from random people, but it got popular and I didn't feel comfortable writing all my feelings and mess on the internet so it changed. Now, my blog is mostly about things I see going on at school, around town, and I also write short stories. Might sound boring but it sure does have tons of followers and positive reviews. Last night's post was about some school things.

I don't know about you, but that 90% test score pass seemed fishy to me. Not to put a bummer on you but Principle Harst thinks someone stole some answers... Might want to 'fess up before expulsions get involved....

On other notes, anyone else hear of a new kid coming to town? It's not everyday you hear of a new teenager moving in to this boring place. I hope he goes to the high school I attend. Wouldn't want to miss out on any new stories ;). Guess we'll have to wait and see. ~Mavery

Not my best blog post but I was tired that night and had tons of homework.

I walked in the school building past the office and a bunch of teens who actually bothered to arrive on time. I put my combination in my locker and grabbed my AP History, Literature, and Biology books. My first three classes of the day.

I turned to my side as I heard someone struggling with a locker, my locker was still open so I probably looked rather odd as all that person would be able to see is my hair, one eye, and then half a nose and forehead. From the side view, I could see he had tossled black-brown hair, and a killer jawline. He had slight acne around his upper cheek but oddly, it looked really great. He was dressed in a basic tee and jeans with converse. No khaki pants/shorts and polo on? The lord has sent me an angel.

Ok, not an angel, but definitely a new student. I would have noticed if someone so perfect were walking these halls before. Most guys are either too tan to live in this town and wear khakis and polos everyday, or have no trace of personal hygiene in them.

Rough snapping brought my attention back to reality. I had to blink a few times but my brown eyes finally focused on gorgeous brown eyes with specks of gold in them. Gosh, who new knew perfect could get even more perfect?

I hadn't realized I went into another trance until he was snapping again. "Huh, what?"

"Uh, instead of staring could you maybe help me. This locker is dumber than my neighbor's dog." He asked impatiently. "This is the second time I've tried to get your attention, I think you owe it to me." He said impatiently as I hadn't answered yet.

"I uhm, sorry, I didn't recognize you. I'm not exactly used to new people." I lamely replied with the color draining from my face.

"Yeah, well, this locker won't open itself, can you please help me and stare later." He replied with a smug look on his face. Well isn't he a little rude. I glared at him, took a glance at the combination and pushed him aside as I put the combination in. The locker snapped open and I walked off slamming mine shut. Poop face.

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My first story and first time i have written in a while! :p please tell me how i did, if anyone is actually reading this! Anything would be greatly appreciated!

please note that further author's notes may be old lol

~Edited Partially~

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