By the time I was seven I could smell the difference between Corona and Bud Light. That could be because my dad and brothers drilled it into me from the time I was old enough to serve, or just because I had a "unique" talent for it. Yeah right. My mom died giving birth to my twin sister, Demi, short for Demitria. My brothers blame her for that, never infront of my dad, though. Shes on the top of my dads social hiearchy, then its Lucas and Mitchell(my brothers), which leaves us with me, the untouchable.

Even though Demi and I are twins, we look nothing alike. She has gorgous brown locks, deep, chocolate orbs, and beautifully tanned skin that looks like its been kissed by angels. She's the girl that people in fairytales dream of being, she always gets the guy, has the most friends, and shes daddys little "princess". Me? I have untamable hair, shallow blue eyes, and partically pale skin. I've been kissed by one guy, because he lost a bet, I have all of one friend, and I'm lucky if my dad doesnt mistake me for the dog, better yet, the dogs crap.

Joe Jonas...Ahh...He's my best friend, HA! My only friend, but I wouldn't trade him for millions of friends. Hes funny, sweet, loveable, theres just one downside too him...his brother. Nick Jonas. Hes Demi's boy toy, for this week. But, apparently, hes still "getting it in" with every girl in school. Don't feel bad for Demi though, its not like shes faithful to him what with Jesse, David, and-how about we save that for a later date, yeah? Besides the fact that hes dating the definition of evil, and that hes a jerk, I must admit, Nick Jonas is pretty damn cute, not that I'd ever admit it to anybody, well, maybe Joe. And possibly Debbie, Debbie Ryan, my cousin.

So anyway, I go to Bayview High (a.n-no, its not an actual school, that I know of, just made it up myself). Yeah, I know what your thinking "OMG! BAYVIEW HIGH? That school all the-" yes.. THE Bayview High. And, really, its not that great. Its just like regular high school, throw in some singing and dancing classes, and thats it. Big WHOOP!

OH YEAH! I almost forgot! I'm Miley, Miley Cyrus that is...and this is...my life.

"Miles!" I heard someone call as I walked into Bayview.

I looked up too see who it was, which was pretty stupid because only one person would call me, and what do ya know? It was Joe calling from the top of the staircase. I smiled at him and ran up the steps, hugging him. "Hey Joey, forget to brush your hair?" I asked, messing up the neat perfection.

"What? Did I?" He asked in shock, pulling out his little mirror and checking for imperfections.

I rolled my eyes, mock punching his arm, "Just kidding Joe, I dont think it's possible for you to do that."

He rubbed his arm, looking at me as if he were hurt, sniffling, he said, "I don't know why I'm friends with you when all you do is beat me up."

"I don't know why your friends with her either," I heard a naisly voice say, "She's gross!"

I turned slightly on my heel to see who said it, no surprise, Nicole, Anderson, that is. The biggest bitch in this whole school, and Demi's bestfriend, who, no surprise, was standing right next to her. She nodded her head slightly at me, with an apology in her eyes.

I groaned, more annoyed at my sister then at Nicole, not that it mattered. "What do you want?"

Nicole smiled sweetly, well, as sweetly as possible for HER. "I need too want something to talk you, Cyrus?"

Demi winced at the sound of our last name, but didn't say anything to defend either of us.

"Oh! Nicole, I've been looking for you!" Joe said in desperation.

Her eyes brightened with delight, everybody knew Nicole was with Joe.

Joe smiled cutely at her and continued, "The devil called, he wants his demend back."

I cracked a smile at Joe's stupid attempt of a joke, pulling my binder up to cover my smirk. I even saw Demi try to hide a giggle. Everybody loved Joe...well, everybody besides Nicole now.

"Funny." She said, flipping her hair and walking away, like only a popular could, with Demi following in suit.

When she was well out of hearing range, Joe put up his hand. "Highfive, sista'."

I slapped my hand with his, giggling. "Come on, we can't be late for Gym again, Mr. Malloney will flip."

I said, pulling him by the hand we highfived with.

He groaned, "Greaaat."