Author's Notes: Hey everyone, this story is going to be co-written with Greyiron-93, and we'll be alternating writing the chapters to this story. Just so you all know, this chapter is written by me (Lizdacious) and hope you enjoy! By the way, this story is in Lilly's POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, or any of its characters.
Chapter One
Another foster home, yet again. I don't think I'll ever be able to find a permanent home; I've already gone though twenty-seven, I believe, since I was seven years old. You know how old I am now? Sixteen. Only nine years have passed, but twenty-seven different foster homes. That means I've had around three foster homes each year. I only hope this one is different.
It probably won't be. I'm going to some hickstown in Tennessee. Franklin, Tennessee, I believe is what they said, but I'm not quite sure. Only thirty minutes from Nashville! At least in the other homes I've had it was somewhere known! Anyways, I'll give you a brief history on how I got to where I am now.
Seven years old. I was living with my mom, dad abandoned her, or at least that's what she told me. Mom had one sister, but she's in the mental institution, Ma never liked her. Anyways, I was having a pretty rough year, well for a seven year old; I was constantly made fun of at school for having a boy's haircut, and because of that I had no friends. The boys avoided me 'cause I was a girl, and the girls avoided me 'cause I looked like a boy.
Right, but back to the point, Mom wanted to cheer me up. She thought why not Disneyland! I mean after all we lived so close to it. This day is so vivid for me, the red balloons with Mickey's face on it floating in the sky, Snow White, Minnie Mouse, Goofy, and all the other Disney stars walking around! Of course then I thought they were real, but now I realize they were just people in costumes.
The constant laughter of children on rides, and joyful screams from the rollercoasters filled my ears. Mom clutched tightly to my left hand, and sweetly asked me Lilly, darling, would you like some cotton candy? I nodded my head excitedly, and she hand me a stick that had the blue fluff on it, with swirls of pink running through it. She pulled me over to a mini petting zoo, and I remember screeching with delight at seeing a llama. Pointing at it, and trying to feed it my cotton candy, of course my mom laughed, but gently told me that llamas don't eat cotton candy.
In the far back of the petting zoo there was this humongous elephant. It was magnificent to my tiny little body. I stood in awe and just stared at it, and I remember my mother chuckling at me. Do you want to pet the elephant? Her voice was so sweet, but I nodded my head again, and she paid the man $5 just so I could pet the giant animal.
When we got close to the gray beast, I remember being so frightened, I didn't think it would get bigger the closer I got to it, I dropped my cotton candy onto the grimy dirt, and grabbed onto my mom's shirt with both hands. She laughed and patted my head, saying everything was okay, that it wouldn't do anything; after all it was a trained animal.
I screamed when the elephant moved it's long trunk to touch my hand. I didn't know these humongous animals were easily spooked. I just didn't know. It reared back, and I clutched onto my mother even tighter, and she whispered Shhhhh! Hoping the elephant would stop rearing. I remembering a man grabbing me at the waist and pulling me away, and at the same time trying to call for my mom, and tell her to move out of the way, but he didn't have time to grab her as well, I was already too much. I screamed again. I turned around and buried my face into this man's chest. And well… it was a freak accident, I s'ppose.
After that the man, whose name is Howie, took care of me for a few weeks, until I had to be put through social services. He promised he'd adopt me, he promised! But he didn't, I just went to my first foster home instead. And that's my story. Or well the beginning of it, I'm currently on a plane to Tennessee.
Maria Oken, and Daniel Oken have volunteered to take care of me. They have one son, Oliver Oken, who's 16 years old as well. I hope he isn't an asshole or anything. Well I shouldn't be talking, since I was kicked out of so many foster homes, but I'm just hoping he's easy to get along with… and hoping that this family is easy to get along with as well.
So Franklin, Tennessee, get ready for Lillian Truscott!