A/N- This story is very AU, so Miley is obviously not Hannah Montana. I know this chapter kind of sucks and moves really quickly, but it's more of a setup for the rest of the story. Anyway, enjoy, review, and I'll update in a timely manner.
Mondays were the worst.
Lilly Truscott sat in her boring science class, chewing gum and staring out the window.
Tick.
Tock.
"You're late," Mr. Carelli barked. Lilly swallowed her gum. She turned around just in time to see a girl walk into the room.
"Sorry." The girl grumbled, taking the only available seat. Her hair was brown with aquamarine streaks, and she wore a tight NOFX t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and beat-up Converse hi-tops. Lilly recognized her from algebra, but couldn't remember her name.
"Class," the teacher boomed, causing some daydreaming students to flinch. "Today, we're going to begin a very special project." He grinned slyly and clasped his hands together. "You're all going to become parents for one week."
Groans, gasps, and hushed exclamations of dismay rose from the seated students.
"Now, class," Mr. Carelli said, his expression somewhere between amused and annoyed. "You're all going to be paired up, and you'll have to take care of one of these-" he plopped a 5-pound sack of flour on his desk "-for seven days. If you demonstrate responsibility, good judgment, and other good parental qualities, you pass. If anything happens to this baby, you fail."
Oliver Oken's hand shot up. "Are we allowed to pick partners?" He asked, eyeing Becca across the room. Amber, Ashley, and Lilly, who were the inseparable, Barbie-like popular girls, gave each other nervous glances.
Mr. Carelli smiled evilly. "Nope."
The entire class groaned loudly. Mr. Carelli folded his arms. "I'm choosing your partners. Boys, over there by the windows. Girls, go over there near the door."
After about fifteen minutes, nearly the entire class had been paired up. "Oliver…Sarah," Mr. Carelli said. Oliver sneered.
"Okay, we have one baby left…" Mr. Carelli looked frazzled as he scanned the room. "We have no boys left. So that must mean…" Lilly and the blue-haired girl were the only ones left who hadn't been paired up.
"Looks like this baby's gonna have two mommies!" Mr. Carelli joked, handing Lilly the last sack of flour.
"Okay, everybody, get to know your partners, because-" Mr. Carelli was interrupted by the bell ringing. "See you guys tomorrow!"
Outside the classroom, Lilly approached the girl. "I'm Lilly," she said slowly.
The girl waited a few moments. "I'm not retarded," she said finally. "And the name's Miley."