Ally had always been a shy and conscious girl. She never spoke out of turn or talked back to her parents, she always had manners, and always stayed home to study. She was taught to believe that the world was a dangerous place. That there are crooks at every corner, all the teenagers do drugs, and anyone not using correct grammar was really the devil. Little Ally grew up on that philosophy most of her life. She continued to be a good girl until she turned 17 and began college.
Ally was so overwhelmed with all the freedom she had. No parents to tell her what to do, no set curfew; she was free. For the first four weeks, Ally hung around the school campus, making friends, going out to the movies, and doing her homework. Then week five hit; it was the craziest week of her life. Every single day, Ally was taken by her friends to their rooms, had her clothes taken and make up done, and had foreign outfits put on. She was then driven to a different club every night, and she had to admit, she loved it. She loved the party scene, and dancing with her friends, and meeting cute boys. After a particular friday night, Ally had an epiphany. Her mother had been wrong. Not all teenagers did drugs. Not every person she met out on the street was a crook, and certainly there was bad grammar everywhere, but that didn't make students the spawn of Satan. Elated, Ally began to re-evaluate everything her mother had ever told her to see what else she was wrong about. It was the longest saturday morning of her life, and when she was done, she came out feeling enlightened and triumphant.
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