Okay... so this is my first story... I don't think that it is very good. So tell me what yah think...

PS... I own fuck all except my crazy imagination. :(

Before I forget... I shall apologise in advance for all of the hideous spelling and punctuation errors that you will definitely notice throughout the chapter. So yeah, sorry.

Chapter 1

Your first day of school is always hellish, trying to find someone decent to hang around with and trying to find your way around a completely foreign place, learning new subjects and new things about yourself too. Your first day, is the day where you let everyone know who you are, and you make an impression on all of the other people in the school.

Your first day of school is always much more difficult when you are sixteen and it is your first time in the country and state, let alone the school. You would have to start all over again, learning your way around, meeting new people and making an impression on the students and teachers. It's a great time to start a fresh, and wipe the slate clean, and start a whole new life forgetting all of the crap that happened in the past. In a way it's like getting a whole new identity, because no one will know who you are so you could just make someone up to try and forget about your 'other life' and start a new one.

As I pulled up in my brand new black Lamborghini all eyes were on me, and I hadn't even stepped out of the car yet. Everyone was ogling my car, typical, people caring more about material objects than actual people. I was beginning to lose my temper at the Californians' who were still obviously staring at my car, for fuck sake take a fucking picture, it'll last longer.

I looked in the mirror and made sure my hair looked okay. I'm not usually one for making sure I looked good, because I was used to living in England where nobody would give two shits if you went to school covered in horse crap. Unfortunately I was no longer living in England, so I had to make a bit of an effort. My parents were filming their ten billionth movie and we had to pack up all of our crap and move to California, thats why we were no longer in the wonderful England. Yippee, note the heavy sarcasm.

California, a place where the mean girls were super mean and the nerds were super nerdy. The football captain went out with the cheerleading captain, and they loved to rub it in everyone's faces by making out all the fucking time. All of the boys are man whores who would like nothing other than bedding you and all of the girls care way too much about their appearance and were more makeup in a day, than I will wear in my lifetime.

Well that's what I thought that this place was going to be like. I looked out of the window and sure enough, there was a group of girls all with fake tans and fake blond hair, wearing super short skirts, and tight low cut designer tops, and designer sun glasses and carrying designer bags. I know who I'm not going to be hanging with. Just because you have the money to buy all that stuff doesn't mean that you have to show off about it.

I ruffled my newly black hair, sorted my black leather jacket, smoothed out my dark grey t-shirt that says 'I'm not deaf I'm just ignoring you' on it and dusted the nonexistent dust off of my black skinny jeans before grabbing my black leather bag and opening the car door and sliding gracefully out of the car, praying that I wouldn't trip and fall over and make a complete twat out of myself. I closed the door locked it, then checked and double checked that my car was definitely locked. I wanted to keep my new baby. If any of the fags at this school even touch the car, I will put them in hospital.

I realized that I had parked in one of the closest parking spaces so everyone already crowded outside the huge school building all stared at me with their mouths open. The students at my new hell were obviously not expecting someone like me to step out of the car. Maybe they wanted another bleach blond bimbo to step out and start dry humping the nearest walking male. Yeah that's not going to happen.

"What the fuck are you looking at; take a fucking picture if you have to!" some kids actually took their phones out to photograph my car – weirdo's. "You all do realize that you all look like twats standing there like bloody fish with your mouths half open like that!" I glared at everyone until they eventually stopped staring, put their phones away and continued their conversations.

I walked slowly through the school gates. People were standing around them, they were everywhere. I was hoping that nobody would notice me and I would be able to go to the school office unnoticed. Well my plan failed – miserably. Maybe I shouldn't have shouted at everyone the second I stepped out of the car.

I walked over to the door with a large sign above it which read Main Office. I vaguely remembered Jackson– my weirdo brother – saying something about going to the office. As I walked the heels of my black military boots clicked noisily on the concrete bellow my feet.

As I reached the glass door, they slowly slid open, inviting me inside. I walked reluctantly up to the main desk. A chubby lady with carrot orange hair greeted me politely. She had a huge fake smile on her red lip stick covered lips. She hasn't even spoken yet and she already annoys the hell out of me.

"Hello, Darlin'" she said with a sickly sweet voice. "What can I do for you today, cutie?" What the fuck? What the hell is with all of the queer ass nickname things? And did she just address me as 'cutie'? Oh my god I'm going to be sick.

"Hi" I said simply. "I'm Miley Stewart... I'm new here," Obviously! "And uhm... my brother said something about getting some crap from the office." The lady who had turned around to get something from a filing cabinet behind her, spun around a shocked look on her face, all I said was crap, it's not like I walked up to her and took my top off and threw it in her face and started dry humping the head teacher. Ewww, nasty mental images! She turned back to the cabinet, after a few seconds she turned to me once again. This time with her arms piled high with a huge stack of papers which she handed to me.

"Here you go, sweetie, there is your schedule," she said handing me yet another piece of paper. "Your locker is number… erm… 756. Oh and before I forget here is a letter which you are to give to each of your teachers to sign, and then at the end of the day bring it back to me." She placed a large envelope on the ever growing pile of papers and books. I was about to turn away and find my locker before the weight of the books killed me. "Love, before you leave, here is a map of the school so you don't get lost."

"Is that it, can I go now" I spat at her coldly, however her wide smile did not fall, it grew.

"Not yet, honey, you have to wait for someone to take you to your class, we don't want you to get lost on your first day now do we?" she said still very happy for some fucked up reason. The woman was talking to me like I was a retarded five year old. Maybe she's not right in the head.

"Yeah whatever" I couldn't listen to any more of the shit flowing from her mouth, I turned careful not to drop any of the papers, and sat down on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs as far away from happy lady as is humanly possible. I dumped the pile of papers on the floor, before opening my bag. I threw the papers and all of the other crap in my bag before waiting impatiently for someone to rescue me from the crazy receptionist. The woman kept glancing over at me, with a wide smile on her face. I was ready to fucking run out of the room if no one found me.

A few minutes later, the doors slid open and a tall muscular boy, wearing red skinny jeans and a white t-shirt and converse walked through the doors. He had quite tanned skin and longish dark brown almost black hair, which he clearly straightened, nobody's hair is that straight. He walked right passed me, without noticing that I was sitting there. I stood up and picked up my heavy bag, making sure that it didn't rip at the seams, and he still didn't notice my presence in the room. He stopped walking when he got to the desk.

"Hello, Mrs. Brewster, lovely to see you, as always." Cocky little shit. "I am here to accompany the new pupil today, do you know where she is?" he asked. Mrs. Brewster's smile widened if that is possible before saying.

"She is right behind you, dear, you walked right past her on the way in." she said laughing softly at the boy who was now standing, facing me.

"Hey" I mumbled to the boy. I couldn't be arsed to introduce myself, and he wasn't making much of an effort to introduce himself either. I was getting a headache from all of the talking anyway.

"Sup, come on, we're gonna be late" he started walking quickly, and I followed lazily. I seriously wasn't looking forward to school today.

So yeah, thats all I got so far.

Should I continue... tell me what you think.

Peace out!