Popular Betrayal
Miley tapped her pen against her desk. School never ends, she thought for about the forty-fifth time. Her teacher droned pointlessly about some boring war, unaware that he had the attention of about one student. The rest were anxiously waiting for the bell to ring and whisk them away to heaven—the weekend.
Ding!
A mass of rushed students all rushed to the door. Miley held back to walk with Lily, but Lily said, "Miles, go ahead. I have to ask the teacher something."
"Oh, alright, then." Miley almost never walked out alone. But she didn't have to. Amber and Ashley scampered over to her and said, "Hey, Miley, wanna walk with us?" Amber and Ashley? Miley thought curiously. Maybe it was a good idea. Maybe they'd become friends and the feuding would cease. "Sure."
When they arrived at Miley's locker (they didn't care about going to theirs), Amber nudged Ashley. She whispered something to her heavily adorned ear and then nudged her again. "Talk," she urged.
Ashley inhaled slowly and said, "Miley, you have extreme potential." Miley froze. Did they know she could sing and they were about to propose the idea that she was Hannah? "Continue," Miley said, mostly milking the compliment for what it was worth, but still worried on the inside. "We want you to be part of our clique. Two people just isn't enough anymore. We need a quartet." Amber hissed, "Trio!" Ashley waved off the diss. "Whatever!"
Miley grinned. "Wait, so you want me to be part of the popular girls?" she asked, just to confirm. "Yeah, but you have to pay an initiation fee."
"What? I'm not going to pay you!" Miley exclaimed. Ashley shook her head. "No, not in money, silly. In secrets." Miley froze once again. Maybe they did know she was Hannah and they had to force it out of her! "Whose secrets?" she asked suspiciously. "Oh, you know…Dandruff Danny, 'Smokin'' Oken, etcetera."
Miley raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think I have everybody's secrets?" she asked. "Because a lot of people trust you and feel the need to confide their darkest and deepest secrets," explained Amber.
"Why do you need all of these secrets?"
"Oh, because, um…" Amber fumbled to invent an excuse. "Because our secret juice meter thing is running on low!" Ashley chimed in. Amber looked at Ashley and gave her a what-the-heck look. Ashley shrugged pitifully.
"So what's your answer?"
Miley opened her mouth.
Author's Note: It may be kind of stupid, slow, weird, not amusing, fill in the blank, but it'll pick up—TRUST ME.
P.S. I will try to update as much as possible.