"She's coming to our school?!" was the sentence most used at Willow High that Friday afternoon. The rumour being spread was that America's Princess, one of the worlds most famous teenagers was due to be joining their school. That superstars name was Miley Cyrus. Famous for girly songs about how great her life was. The truth is, her life wasn't so great. She got stick for making mistakes, no matter how small and pointless they were, lots of girls hated her for her popularity, and most guys she met just wanted to get to know her for her money. She gave off the impression that her life was all about buying amazing clothes, how great it was to be treated as a VIP and having lots of friends. The truth was completely opposite. Her stylist chose all of her clothes, she hated being given special treatment, and she had only one friend who she knew she could trust. And even that one friend would be out of the picture when Miley started attending a regular high school across the country.
It had started out as an argument between Miley and her father. Miley wanted to sing some of her own songs, ones she had written herself. Yet Miley's father was convinced that the fans would not like this new, intense Miley, and that she should stick to the songs she had been told to sing by her manager. "When I signed up for this profession, I wanted to show what I can do!! My own ideas!! Not what three 40 year old men in suits sitting in a boardroom came up with!!" she yelled, angry that she wasn't being given the freedom she wanted. "Miley, you know it's not about what you want, it's about what the fans want!! I don't think they'll like your new music, about hate and problems, I think they'd much prefer songs about having fun with your friends and hanging at the mall!!" he said, looking at his daughter, knowing he was right. "I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIENDS!! Don't you see what this industry has turned me into?! A LIE!! I sing about having parties, spending money, buying awesome clothes, but in reality, I don't have any of that!!" she yelled, her father looking her straight in the eyes. "You really aren't happy, are you Miles?" he asked, his voice soft. "No. I'm not." she whispered, tearing up. "It's not fun any more, dad. I thought being famous would be great, but it's not. It's completely different to what I thought. I hate it." At that point, her father sat her down on the couch. "Honey, I'm sorry. For putting you through all this. I thought I knew best, but I really didn't." he said, apologetically. "It's okay dad." she said, wiping her tears. "So what do you want to do, bud?" her father said, taking his daughters hands. "I want to go back to Tennessee. Back to the farm. I want to go to a normal high school, and be a normal kid." she said, hoping her father would agree. "Okay. But the part about "normal"? I doubt that'll happen honey, you're the biggest teen star in the world." he said, smiling as a wide grin grew on his daughters face. "Daddy, thank you." she said, grateful that her father had agreed to her wishes. "No problem, bud. You know I only want what's best for you, and if Tennessee's best, then Tennessee is where we're going." he said, stroking Miley's brown curls. "Now, I'm gonna make some calls, you go do whatever you want" he said, leaving the room. Miley sat there, smiling. Then she remembered. Mandy. She grabbed her purse and heading out the door.
"Miley. Whatever makes you happy". Miley was honestly waiting for her best friend to burst out in some sort of rant about how going to Tennessee is a ridiculous idea, how could she do this, etcetera. Instead, she got a few sentences about how what's best for her is all that matters, and how Mandy was going to miss her. "Mandy, you're the best friend in the world" Miley said, giving Mandy a warm hug. "So are you, Miley." Mandy said, returning the hug. "So when are you going?" Miley sat down on Mandy's bed, and replied with "Actually, I have no idea." Mandy sat down. "I sure am gonna miss you Miles." she said, holding her best friends hand. "Me too Mandy, I mean you've been here through everything. Breakups, arguments, fame...everything." Miley said, sighing. "And I still will be" Mandy said, squeezing Miley's hand. "Just by phone."
Miley laughed, and rested her head on her best friends shoulder. For the next couple of hours they talked about how their lives would change once Miley had left, and about all their memories. Mandy didn't want her best friend to go but she knew it was the right move for Miley to make.
Three weeks and a few days later, Miley was sat in the principals office at Willow High, awaiting instructions on what to do next. Truth be told, there were no instructions, all Miley had to do was have a good day, or at least that's what the principals idea was. Miley was used to being told what to do, and she was a little scared of finally gaining the independence she'd always wanted. But she was a happy nervous, an excited nervous. She slowly stood up and made her way out of the principals office and into the manic hallway.