A/N- As you know, I haven't updated any of my other stories, so sadly...I won't be updating them, but I will be leaving them up if you just want to go back and read them. Sorry. :( Anyway, I hope you like this story. I know it's not going anywhere now, but I have a pretty good idea where I'm going with this. I really hope you'll enjoy it, Cause I'm working pretty hard on it, and I already have about three chapters completed. This is NOT chapter 1! This, children, is called a Prologue. And many people use them to introduce their stories. So, it doesn't matter if you flame this story, cause I'll probably just overlook it and laugh at you. So, if you want to be laughed at, go ahead and flame. Enjoy the prologue!

Disclaimer-I don't own Hannah Montana, any of its characters, yadda yadda yadda...

Prologue

My name is Andrea Hucklebee. I despise the name Andrea Hucklebee, so drop the Hucklebee and just call me Andie. I have a mom, a dad, a baby sister, and an older brother who only drops in every few days...and he's seventeen. He still lives here, though he could fool me.
I recently found out terrible news. My parents, Keri and Jonathon, are shipping me to live with some kid and their family in America for the summer. You see, I live in a town in England called Wales. It's a very rural area. I'm turning sixteen in three weeks, so let's hope American parties are just as fun as English ones. I guess my mom was on another 'streak' of hers. This one was, "Sending your daugher against her will to participate in the 'Exchange-a-daughter' program". Greeeaaat. Just what I needed; To be bossed around by a family that's not even mine. Did I mention how much I hate my life?

So here I am, staring at brocheres of America. I just know home-sickness is gonna kill me when I get there. "Andie!" You can hear my mom's english accent through all of Wales.

"What?!" I call back, in my very own pure english accent. "Din-Din!" Ohmigosh. Does she think that's cool or something? Ugh. Parents.

I stroll off my bed, put my feet on the cold hardwood floor, and stumble my way downstairs. I take my seat directly across from mom, and my brother, Denny is sitting next to me.

I take a bite of Mashed Potatoes, and look at my parents. "So, Andie. I went to the program's office yesterday morning and got your arrangements. Tomorrow, you'll be headed off to a place called Malibu, California. It's on the very far end of America, and you'll be living with the Musso's. They have a son just about your age, I believe." My mom grinned.

"Oh please, mum. No one in their right mind would date an inkling like Andrea Hucklebee." My brother smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Well what about Joeseph? Remember, the one with the twin sister, Joesephine? You should've stayed with him. He was the queen's grandson. He was going to be king some day, and you would be queen." My father answered. He had this obsession with wanting me and my two siblings to grow up and be royal.

"Joe failed three times in school, his mother was a smart-aleck, and he had an overbite the size of England itself. Believe me mum, marrying Joeseph Bradshaw was not on my To-Do list." I replied, hunching over and eating more macaroni and cheese.

"Suit yourself. His sister was hot, though." My brother remarked. I rolled my eyes again. "May I be excused so I can pack?" I asked, standing up. "...and leave this dad-blasted hell home." I muttered under my breath.

"Pardon?" My mother asked.

"Nothing, nothing. Chou, family."

I went up to my room and began packing. Toothbrush, hairbrush, clothes, bathing suit, sweet sixteen dress, those kind of things. Shortly after, I decided to go ahead and get some sleep. I don't know why, but...part of me is excited about this.

A/N-Like I said, this is just a prologue. It's not supposed to tell you anything about the story, it's just introducing the plot and the character Andie. Alright? If you review I'll take you shopping!