Hey guys!!! Ok I am only going to do one or two shots so yeah… ok I was bored that's why I made this!!! Ok, this family is Miley/Hannah what ever and her dad, Billy Ray, he has four adopted kids-Trace Cyrus (yes look him up he is hot), Erika Jones but its now Cyrus, Mark Night (the nice guy but is addicted to video games), and James (the guy that has no control when it comes to girls, and yes that includes sisters.)

I hope you guys like it!

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Hey, my name is Erika Jones/Cyrus and I have had a pretty tough life. My parents died when I was younger, and I never had a real family. My adopted family sucks! Not kidding! The only one I relate to is Trace and he is never around so I am stuck with the Look-At-Me family. Oh, and did I mention that my sister is Miley Cyrus. Yeah, and speak of the Devil…

"Hey, girly." She smiled.

"What do you want?"

"Dad wants to know if you can drive me to school today and to make sure you were up and going!" she said. I frowned at her happiness in the morning as she sat on the end of the bed. I stared at her then the bed where she sat and back up again with no smile what so ever. Miley looked down at the bed then at me. I raised my eyebrow at her. She soon got the clue and got off my dark purple bed. I smiled then said;

"Why sure, sister dearest, I would love to…" she smiled in delight. I continued, my smile completely gone, "drive you to hell but I'm not aloud! They were afraid I would take over." I got up with out another word and went to my huge closet.

Surprisingly I use both sides; one place for about six to eight pairs of skinny jeans and other weird pants and skirts I never where and the other side for all my band shirts, plus my black and red tank-tops.

I grabbed a plain red tank-top and a black pair of skinny jeans. I turn to make sure Miley couldn't see me and slipped off my cloths and put the new ones on.

When I was done with that I went to the bathroom at the end of the closet. I brushed my black hair with red tips and made sure my "hang bang", as I call it, but it was just a simple bang that started at one side and went to the other. I put on my black eye-liner just around my bright blue eyes but slowly made it so it was just a tad thicker on the ends and thinner in the middle. Once I was happy with it I brushed my teeth then went to find my worn-out Converse, which I knew were in my car. I ran down stairs to the kitchen and grabbed a fruit bar. I ran outside to my car, not even waiting to say goodbye. When I got to my 1995 Black Mustang GT Convertible that looked REALLY small compared to my other car, the silver Ford F-350 Super Duty Dually, which I use at the barn. I saw Trace's car already gone and that made me sigh, 'he is always gone' I thought. I slipped in my black car as Miley slipped into her pink Corvette II. Next to me I saw Mark hop in his black Lamborghini Gallardo and we were off to hel-school. This was going to be a fun day! NOT!

-Erika's Last Class-

I sat at the back of the class as normal, with every one at least one or two desk away. I was getting bored with what ever they were saying so I started to draw in my note book. I soon finish and it was a picture of a black rose with some blood red liquid streaming down it. As I was trying to figure out what the picture might mean, the bell rang. I hopped up from my seat and just about ran out the door.

When I got to my locker there was a guy next to mine talking to who else but Miley. I sigh and Miley whipped around and intruded the man, "Erika! This is Edward, Edward this is my sister Erika."

I nodded, went back to my locker and rolled my eyes. Miley has a new boyfriend every day sometimes week. I was sick of it! So I turned to the guy, who was talking to Miley, and said, "Hey, here is a little piece of advice; DON"T BECOME A NOTHER MILEY BOY-TOY!" I said the last part really loud causing a few people to think I was crazy but all well!

I waved to the confused couple and went to my car and hopped in. I pulled out of the school and went down the road till I got to an old gas station. I pulled in and went to the trunk and grabbed my black suitcase full of cloths.

When I walked in I went straight to the guy and said, "Okay, here is the deal…" I looked at the guy's name tag to see the handsome guy's name. It said Jasper Hale. "Jasper. Jas-per. Jasper. I love that name! Sorry back to being all bad-ass…I am going to change in the bathroom and when I come out please do not freak out and I will pay you…" I put my suit case down and got out my wallet I found about $500 but I will pay this guy around $200 or so, "$200. Okay?" he nodded and I picked up the suit case and went to the bathroom.

I didn't want to change cloths so I just put on a black, grey and white scarf. It made me look like a bandit on break. I took out my blonde wig a put it on. It was just like my real hair but it was blonde. I looked at the mirror and was happy but just one more thing… my sunglasses! I got all my things together and walked out. I went up to Jasper, who was looking at the door with a confused look on his face. I looked out to see Miley- no not Miley but Hannah Montana. I sigh and went to the counter and handed Jasper $200. He turned a looked wide eyed at me. I rolled my eyes and went straight to my car. I hopped in and left to go to the studio. Not even waiting for Hannah. I saw her pink car getting closer so I stepped on the gas even harder. Just another day in hell.