Here it is. The brand new Chapter One of 'Living In Secrets'. :)

Disclaimer: I don't know Twilight or Hannah Montana. Bradley is the only person who is mine.

Chapter One:

"How much longer?" I groaned.

"Will you shut up?" Brad sighed. "All you have done the entire journey is moan!"

"Well, I don't see why we couldn't have flown! It's taking so long!" I folded my arms and sighed.

"Please stop fighting you two." My Dad asked us both.

"Sorry." I folded my arms.

Brad turned round and glared at me. I just stuck my tongue out at him. After a little more time in the car we past a sign that said 'Welcome to Forks.' I'd researched this place on the Internet before we moved. I didn't find a lot, except that it was a small town, with about 3000 people living here, it had a High School (Mine and Brad's new school.). The closest beach was the La Push reservation. Not that it would ever be sunnier enough to go the beach. It rained in Forks. A lot. Well, that's what I'd heard anyway.

It was raining, right now actually. Okay, so I had been expecting this, but did it have to rain on the first day we got here? I guess I'd already said goodbye to the Tennessee sunshine. Sigh.

"What's wrong Bella?" Dad looked at me through the rear-view mirror.

Hang on, had I sighed out loud? Oops.

"I didn't realise it would be raining as soon as we got here."

"I agree with Bella. Why did we have to move here?" Brad asked from the front seat. He always got Shotgun. Stupid brother.

"It gets us out of Tennessee, and plus it's better than LA."

"How exactly?" Brad asked.

"Small town life will be better for you two. You might appreciate what you have more."

Brad and me just started laughing.

"Yeah, whatever." Brad scoffed.

"Just give it chance, you might get to like it."

"If we don't, does that mean we can move to LA." I asked?

"No."

"Dang."

Dad laughed as he pulled up into a driveway and stopped the car. We had arrived outside, quite a nice house actually. It was better than our Tennessee one.

"Wow." Brad and I whispered together.

"Shotgun the bigger bedroom!" I shouted.

"Aw, Man!" Brad sounded defeated. I giggled.

"Loserrrr!" I opened the door and got out of the car and walked up the steps to the house. There weren't any other houses close by. The only other house was a huge white one that looked as if it was about a mile or so from ours. I found the key; put it in the lock and the front door swung open.

The house was more modern looking on the inside than the outside. When I first walked in, all I could notice was how big the place was.

It was mostly open-plan, there was a living room type set-up in the middle, to the left was the kitchen, with a door leading out to the garage and front yard and behind the living room area there was a piano with some guitars by it and a door leading out to the patio area outside.

"'You get the best of both worlds!'" Brad walked through the front door singing, I wouldn't call it singing, he sounded a bit like a Donkey in pain. "'Chill it out take it slow then you rock out the show!'" He walked up to me doing some weird dance move as well.

I put my hands over my ears. "Ugh! Brad! Shut up!" I moved to the side. He just carried on singing.

"'Without the shades and the hair you can go anywhere!'" He stopped singing then. "Gets annoying don't it?" He poked me in the ribs.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to sing! You sounded like Brady!"

"Who the heck is Brady?"

"You know, Grandpa's Donkey?"

"Oh Yeah." Brad paused, obviously remembering, but then it clicked and he glared at me. "Hey! I did not sound like a Donkey!" Brad poked me in the ribs again.

"You know there's a reason I inherited the singing gene. It's because every time you try and sing Donkey's come runnin'". I laughed. "They think it's some kind of mating call."

"If you don't shut up, I'm stealing the bigger bedroom!"

"I shot gunned it! You can't do that!" I squealed.

"You're rooms are already sorted." I looked at Dad. But then I realised and stuck my tongue out at Bradley. "They are both the same size."

"Aw, man!" I folded my arms.

"Yes!" Brad stuck his arm in the air. I walked over the couch and sat down.

"I might even be a rock star! I might even be a rock star!" Brad started signing again.

"Dad, please tell Brad to stop Donkey Calling."

"Bradley! Stop –" Dad looked at me. "Donkey callin'?"

"When he sings, he sounds like Brady, Grandpa's donkey." I laughed as I remembered.

"Oh. Well, stop 'Donkey Callin'' as your sister put it Brad."

"Whatever." Brad sat down in the chair opposite me.

I heard the rain hammering down against the window, and got up to look outside. "Ugh, it's so depressing here."

"Why are we doing this Bella?" Dad came and stood next to me. I just smiled as I went over the main reason why. I had this memorised,

"So that I can still live my ordinary life as Bella and still be Hannah Montana." Did I forget to mention that? "We are here so that I can still go to school and get my education but still fulfil my dream and be Hannah Montana."

Yeah, me Bella Swan, ordinary 17 year old teenage girl, is secretly Hannah Montana the famous pop star as well.

I wanted to be able to still be Bella, but keep my life as Hannah a secret. Only my family and my two best friends back in Tennessee know that I'm Hannah Montana.

It's a secret that's hard to keep. The main reason that Hannah got invented as because people wouldn't remember Bella Swan. I was just a plain, 17 year old girl. I didn't look like anything special. When I was Hannah Montana I transformed into a prettier more confident version of myself. It sounds weird, but that's how I see it. She's much better than me, in more ways than one.

"Exactly."

"'The Best of Both Worlds'" I answered my Dad.

"School tomorrow, how exciting."

"You know that it will be okay." Dad put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me slightly.

"It's just annoying starting half-way through the year." It was February and half-way through the semester. Although, it was more awkward for Brad as he was in his senior year, it was still annoying.

"Hey, Dad?" Brad called from the couch.

"Yeah?"

"Have we got any food?"

"You would be thinking about food." I laughed as I walked back towards the living area.

"No." Dad called. "You can go and get some though." He walked up to Bradley and gave him some money. "Take your sister. She's more responsible than you."

"Haha!" I stuck my tongue out. "Please don't take your truck, Brad."

"Tough luck. You know Dad won't let me drive his car."

"Nope." Dad agreed, straight away.

"Let's just go, B." Brad stood up and walked towards the front door.

"Fine." I followed. Brad walked outside, and to his 'truck'. I followed unwillingly and hopped into the passenger seat.

"Ready?" Brad started the engine and it roared to life. It scared the crap out of me every time it did, Brad always laughed at me.

"Mm-Hmm." I clipped my seatbelt in. "I don't know why you couldn't have left this thing in Tennessee. It's just a big piece of junk anyway."

"Whatever."

"Do you even know where you're going?"

"No." Brad laughed.

"Good to know."

After about 30 minutes, Brad eventually found the Supermarket. It wasn't busy considering it was about 3 in the afternoon.

"Can you remember how to get home?" Brad asked me about half way round the Supermarket.

"You can't?" I almost shrieked.

"I'm kidding." Brad snorted. "Take a chill pill, sis." Brad threw some Pop Tarts into the cart, as I continued pushing it round.

"Are you quite done throwing in stuff, we don't need?"

"Maybe."

"Well, you are. 'Cos I wanna go home."

"Stop whining."

I ignored Brad and just pushed the cart towards the checkout. After paying for the food and loading it all into the back of Brad's truck, we started driving home. Looking at the clock, I was surprised the trip had only taken about 45 minutes. That was probably a new record, considering Bradley had gone as well.

When we got home, it was raining even harder. I helped take the shopping indoors, but only because I was made to.

"Bells?" A couple hours later, I was sitting watching some random crap on the TV and eating an apple when my Dad called me.

"Yep?" I asked, popping the 'p'.

"Don't forget about the Concert in Seattle in a couple of weeks."

"How could I?" I laughed. "I haven't. Is that the next thing coming up?"

Dad nodded.

"You're telling me, I've got two weeks off and I have to spend them at school?"

"Yeah, sorry Bells."

"Humph." I walked over to the stairs. "I'm going to bed." I stomped upstairs and into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

I hadn't been in my room since we'd got here. It was amazing.

The walls were painted a light blue colour; there was a desk in one corner and a bed in the middle of the room. At the back of the room there was a huge built in Wardrobe, which would be separated into different sections. One section would be my everyday stuff and then the other section is 'Hannah' stuff. The Hannah stuff is hidden away though. That way, nobody knows it's there.

I said that this keeping it a secret thing was complicated.

I walked over to the wardrobe, dug through my clothes until I found some pyjamas and quickly changed before grabbing my bathroom bag and heading off to the bathroom.

Unfortunately I had to share this bathroom with Brad. Something I was not very happy about.

After I'd cleaned my teeth and brushed through my very knotted hair, I trudged my way back to my bedroom.

"Going to bed already, B?" Brad asked as he reached the top of the stairs.

"Well I've got to be ready for school tomorrow." I punched the air with my first. "Yay!" I said, sarcasm dripping off my voice.

"Haha." Brad laughed. "Night."

"Night." I yawned as I walked back into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I walked over to the window, and drew the curtains before climbing into bed, and trying my hardest not to think about tomorrow.

A/N: I know it's not that different, but you will start seeing a differance. I promise!

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