That should be me; Part One.

AN: I fell inlove with this story idea, but I don't know why? I mean I was making a cup of tea when the idea popped into my head, well I should make tea more often if thats whats going to happen(; And than the title? I can't believe I'm going to say this but...Justin Bieber. I was listening to That should be me; and tbh I'm not that much of a fan of JB {no offence} but I'm inlove with this song...so I think this plot matched with the song title? You better agree when this story later progresses :P

Miley looked down at herself. Ugly. Ugly. Ugly. She hated the way she looked. She had always been an outcast, and people thought of her as the 'weird, freaky' girl. But that was only because she wasn't as open as most people. No wonder she didn't have friends, she couldn't open up to people as fast as other people did. She had to trust them with everything in her first, because she knew she'd tell them everything. All her secrets, lies, dreams, promises and even all the small things that came after it. But worst of all..her present life.

Miley placed on her black sweats and a tank top. She put a hoodie over so that it would cover her figure. She slipped on her converse before proceeding out her bedroom. Her footsteps could be heard through out the silenced house as she walked through into the livingroom. She looked at the couch seeing her mom sprawled out: past out. Miley sighed, this is what had been happening since she could remember, her mom would be at work most the day and when she came down in the morning her mom would be on the couch..passed out. It was the same routine everyday for Miley, and right now. She was too used to it to care. And her father? Well lets just say she never met him, her mother hadn't even spoke of him.

Miley looked over at the kitchen, debating weither to eat or not. But she could tell she wasn't hungry and forcing food down herself would just make her sick, or the people at school would bring it back up for her. She groaned before slipping the hood from her hoodie over her rounded head and her lock of soft aurburn hair. She grabbed her mother's purse from the diningroom table and opened it; the wads of cash flowing. She only took out $10 before slipping it back into her mother's bag. She knew her mother wouldn't notice since she had been doing this for over 2 months since she had moved to this school; the school which was impopulated with jerks and wannabees. She thought they all were bitches and dickheads since she never met anyone nice, but she hadn't tried. The only people that came to her were the populars; and they came to kick her ass most the time or homework. She shuddered remembering her last beating from Nicole. She still had bruises covering her ribs from than.

She walked into the school, her head hung low. She hated being centre of attention, even if there was only one person staring at her she would feel uncomfortabe. She didn't care who it was, she just didn't like being looked at. But right now, even as she tried to get the attention swerved away from her, it was there. Everyone looking and whispering, gossping and making up rumors that weren't even true, only the odd 1/1000 were.

"Omg!" A young girl screetched. "She look's exactly like that homeless guy that we seen yesterday on the way back from the mall." Miley sighed, she didn't look like a homeless person to herself, did she? Maybe ugly but a homeless guy, they might be over-exadurating alittle.

"I heard that she can't afford proper clothes." Some sniggered.

"I wonder why she wears such baggy clothes?" A girl asked her friend. "Because she's fat!" Her friend replied, giggling histerically.

The tears had already pricked Miley's ocean eyes, she should be used to this amount of gossiping infront of her. But truth be told, she was nowhere near it. The rumors and constant bickering about her still hurt her; mentally. Like someone was rebounding against her stomach with a knife, over and over again.

She walked over to her locker which was placed near the water fountain; something she hated the most. It's where all the 'cool popular' people hung out every morning before homeroom. She entered in her combination. She could tell that all of the jerks and barbie dolls were staring at her in disgust. The way their noses crinkled, and their eye's squinted to get a better look at her.

She didn't speak one word though as she grabbed out her english book for her first class. She couldn't make eye contact with them still as she closed her locker and walked away as the bell rung indicating they had to go to homeroom. She closed her eyes praying they wouldn't shout her over. She crossed her finers hoping..more like praying they wouldn't call for her. She was about to walk into homeroom when she heard it. The screech of a high voice that sent shivers down her spine. She turned around to face them, opening her eyes only to see Nicole and some of her 'possie'

"Stewart!" She spat loudly.

Miley hesaintly grabbed her english book closer to her chest; her heart beated against her chest; violently. She shook her head quickly and walked away, like she hadn't seen them. But they knew she had. And later? She was going to get a good ass kicking.

She walked into her homeroom to see some guy sitting in her usual seat; he was staring out the window. She groaned and walked over, basically tugging at her own feet. There was only him in here, just her and him. The teacher hadn't arrived yet. She sighed and walked up to the desk. She hadn't spoken to anyone apart from the teachers. But she hardly said 2 words to them. She looked down at the guy in 'her' seat. All you could see was his chocolate, curly short hair; gelled back. His black faded jeans and a stripped red and orange shirt, with a white vest underneath. She would normally say it wouldn't go but this boy..some how made it work.

"Erm.." Miley spoke akwardly. "Your kinda..sitting in my spot." She said to him quietly. She waited a few seconds before realizing he hadn't heard. "Your in my seat." She said louder. The guy turned around and looked at her, she instantly threw away any emotion or feeling that was throwen to her. But he looked different to her, like she hadn't ever seen him before. And she knew everyone that attended this public school.

"Sorry, but it's not your seat." He chuckled.

"Yes it is." She sighed.

He looked at her. Examining her look. He took his gaze off her and looked at the desk. "It doesn't have your name on it."

"Actually..it does." She said. She pointed to a small carving of 'Miley'. "Theres one on the chair aswell." She spoke.

"Oh, errh." He felt himself blushing. He got up from the seat and picked up his bag. Miley nodded at him and sat down. He looked at her confused as she soon ignored his existance. He sighed and shrugged it off before walking away to find a seat just before the bell rang. Soon the class was filled with pupils he'd never meet before.

But that's because he was new..he was the new guy.

Should I make this? Yes or No? Review please and tell me!