DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY!
The sound was annoying and irritating. I lifted my hand up from under my covers and smacked my alarm clock. A harsh slap sound was created and I could hear my father's footsteps coming from the wooden stairs.
"Bud? You okay?" he asked while panting.
"No I just got slapped across the face by a ghost and I am too afraid to go to school so I'll just go back to bed." I stated.
He rolled his eyes and huffed, "Miles, quit the attitude and get ready for school."
"Ugh, Fine." I groaned loudly. Once my father left the room I stepped out from my queen sized bed. I threw the pillows that must have fallen off the bed while I was sleeping onto my bed.
I then walked over to my mirror and examined myself. My pimples were fading which made my face look clear , my eyes were an alert blue as they adjusted to the light and my hair was… well messy. The curly waves were in a tousled look like I just flipped my head over a gazillion times.
My fingers picked up the sleek, black comb lying on my dresser. They directed the comb to create a right side part in my hair. I straightened out my side bangs and left everything else alone. It looked like I spent an hour with different sized curling irons meanwhile I only spent five minutes tops. I smiled at the look and headed towards my closet.
I pulled the brass knobs out ward only to reveal a nice, semi small, walk in closet. I grabbed a pair of dark skinny jeans an old Elvis Costello concert t-shit. I wrapped a cute, studded leather belt on top of my shirt just right around my waist. I slipped on a pair of heeled, slouched black leathers boots and I grabbed a couple of bracelets of all sorts. I slipped a few rings on my fingers and added my diamond studs in my ears.
I walked over to my vanity and began to apply dark eyeliner that kind of winged out at the end (you would have to be up close to really noticed it) and a few coats of black, glittery mascara. I brushed my teeth and then swiped a magenta colored gloss on my perfect lips. I kissed my lips, grabbed my bag and headed down the stairs. I entered the kitchen and grabbed a glass cup and the orange juice carton.
"Miles, how are you not gonna' fall in those shoes?" my father asked. I lifted my face up to meet his gaze. I noticed his tired, puffy eyes and the concern in his voice.
I sighed. " Dad, I am seventeen not seven. I know how to walk in heels. Plus, Mom would have totally said yes to these," I pointed at the boots. I remembered my Mom so strongly. She only died three years ago and she was my best friend up until I met Demi.
My dad smiled and went back to the TV he was watching. I could hear him slurp his coffee in a weird way. I smiled at the habit and reached into the cabinet for my vitamins. His slurping sound filled my mind and I soon got annoyed.
"Can you not?" I harshly asked.
He turned around, "Not what?" he asked with irritation in his voice
I made a slurping noise while I swallowed my vitamins. I placed the glass on the counter a little bit harder than intended to and gave him a look.
"I do not sound like that." He protested while walking over to me.
"Do to" I argued while reaching for my bag that was slumped on the chair.
"Miley go to school."
"I was just about to do that." I responded while walking towards the door.
"You don't need this?" my father asked.
I turned on my heel and noticed my cell phone that was hanging in his hands. I cupped my hands and motioned for him to throw it towards me. He threw it over and I caught it in a swift motion.
Every since my Mom died I would always play sports with my Dad. I basically got my emotions out while doing this and plus it was like quality time with him so it was good. But lately my father and I have seemed distant and our relationship was just weird.
" Thanks," I muttered and walked out the door. I stepped down the front porch and began walking to school. I have a car but I liked walking better because I could just concentrate on my thoughts instead of worrying about driving. Also, I eat like a pig and I wanted to exercise. If you looked at me you would never know that I can eat three slices of pizza and still have room for the garlic knots and cesar salad.
I began to think about school while I was slowly walking down the sidewalk. Ugh, just that word makes me cringe. I hate school but yet I like it. Well, I like it because I could hang out with my best friend Demi whom has filled the position since my mother died. And, I hate it because of them.
Them would have to consist of Selena and her "friends". They were popular. I don't get popularity because I find it so stupid, but to other people it means a lot. Ever since ninth grade it's always been me vs. Selena. We both received compliments on our outfits and looks and we were always put up to competition, we weren't always like this, actually Selena was one of my closest friends in middle and elementary school. We did cheerleading together and we always played over each other's houses. Ever since my Mom died, things were different and Selena and I drifted apart, we were really, really, far from each other. I met Demi the next summer since she moved in down the block. She was nice and funny and basically a better friend than Selena ever was.
I glanced up to see that I reached the oh so familiar high school. I groaned and walked in it. It was the second week of senior year for me, meaning that cheerleading tryouts would be going on today. I groaned loudly again. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I spun around.
"Hey Miley!" Demi shrieked.
"Hey Demi!" I shrieked back while giggling because of how excited she seemed.
"So Miles…" she began. I knew what she was going to bring up and I decided to drop it.
"I am not trying out Dem, I just can't" I admitted while keeping my eyes straight as we walked down the hallway. I ignored the stares of the younger students and the eyes of the boys watching us. Demi and I did look pretty.
"Oh, come on Miley!" she whined. "Listen, we both know that you are one of the best cheerleaders out there and our school really, really needs you." Demi was right. I didn't think of myself as the best but I guess I was pretty good. I still took summer classes and practiced my stunts and moves at home. Demi tried out for the team last year, and made it before Selena realized that she was friends with me. I told Demi about my cheerleading life and ever since then she has been pushing me to try out this year.
"Miley, just try out." I turned the other way to see Taylor walking right next to me. I am friends with Taylor but we aren't as close as I was with Demi. Taylor was also on planning on trying out for the team too. Demi taught her everything Selena would be looking for, as well as me. I was pretty much forced to learn, even though I already knew the moves.
I sighed in a short breath, "Fine I'll do it if you two just shut up about it. But, Selena would NOT add me to the team."
"She would have to Mi," Taylor replied while fishing through her bag for a tube of lip gloss. I noticed her struggling so I slipped my left hand in my bag and pulled out mine. I offered it to her.
"Thanks Miles you're a life saver."
"Yea, Taylor's right. The co-captains would have to put you on the team if they had brains. Plus, I heard that some retired NFL cheerleader is coming to help out judge." Demi responded hopefully.
I groaned.
"Miley!" they both shouted.
"Sorry!"
"Let's get to class before Selena finds us" Taylor suggested.
I agreed with her and kept walking. I focused my view in front of me until I heard a voice. I listened to it cautiously
"Musso is needed on the team, he's pretty good. Oh and Linley too." The voice belonged to the one and only Nick Lovato.
Yes, he and Demi are related; twins but they do not look like each other. I've always liked Nick even though I never talked to him. He seemed to never be home whenever I went over Demi's or hung out with her family.
I always thought of Nick as beautiful. He was born with a curl to his hair unlike Demi's hair, but they still shared that same rich brown color. They also had chocolate brown eyes. Nick was pale like Demi too. He was tall and muscular. He was also the football captain. Demi always kind of figured that I had a crush on him but we never really talked about it. I kind of stayed away from Nick because he was Selena's. He and Selena went out but he dumped Selena after their first year together. Selena threw a fit but she decided to stay friends with him and flirt even though she has so many other boyfriends. I sometimes would dream about being with Nick even though I knew it was impossible that we would ever be together. I traveled my eyes downwards and focused on my boots. I could feel my cheeks blush as I kept hearing his velvety voice.
"Miley?"
I looked up to see Demi and Taylor starring at me.
"Oh, yea?" I asked while I tried to escape the softness of Nick's voice.
"Wake up darling. It's school time." Taylor answered as she and Demi tugged me into class with
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