AN: Ok, this is a new story I'm starting up, lots of ideas for it. Just for your info, I did delete a lot of stories, I'll try to repost them if I get my ideas back for them, but as of right now, it's not looking too good.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Sixteen year old Miley Stewart groaned and rolled over in bed, covering her head with a pillow. She could clearly see the sunlight streaming through the windows, and she wanted to scream at her father for opening them, but knew that would just cause her twice as much pain, so she stayed silent.
"Miley, you were out drinking again last night" Robbie, Miley's father, stated from the doorway. He was watching his daughter with careful eyes. Seeing her this way had become almost normal, ever since they moved to Malibu after Miley's mother died three years ago, so he knew her habits, and knew from experience that if he didn't yank her out of bed, she wasn't moving at all.
"Way to state what's right in front of your face, captian obvious" Miley's voice rose from under the covers, and Robbie's face flushed. "That is it, get up, you're going to school right now!" he yelled, and Miley threw the covers off and clamped her hands over her ears, making a hurt face.
"Dad, can you please, just be a little quieter, I'd really like it, thanks" she mumbled under her breath. "Get up and dressed, or I'll send Jackson and Jake up here to make sure you're dressed" Robbie said, and Miley rolled her eyes and stared at him, the mention of her brother and her best friend making her almost want to get out of bed.
"You think I'm kidding, I'm not Miley Ray, this stops now, today" Robbie said. Miley's eyes widened at his serious tone, and quickly, as fast as she could, considering the hangover anyway, got out of bed and rushed to get dressed, watching as her father walked out of the room.
She was downstairs a little over fifteen minutes later, and saw Jake, her best friend, and Jackson, her brother, both waiting to be taken to school by her father. "Let's go, all of ya" Robbie said, pushing Miley a little to get her to take a step towards the door.
Hesitantly, Miley walked out the door, and a little over five minutes later, Robbie pulled up in front of the high school, and Miley was shocked when he got out of the car with them, slamming the door behind him purposly, making Miley's head throb. She stared at him, looking almost helpless for a moment.
"Ms. Smith wants to talk to you, and I think she has a very good idea" Robbie said, pulling his daughter by the arm into the school. Miley groaned and tried to get out of his grasp. Ms. Smith was the counseler at Seaview High, and Miley couldn't stand the meetings that her father had insisted she attended with the woman.
Once they were inside the main office, Ms. Smith called them right into her office, and Miley started to grow scared. Ms. Smith never got people through that fast, unless it was a meeting that had been planned ahead of time. What was her father up to?
"Miss Stewart, showing up for school hungover for the third time this week, your father is worried about you" Ms. Smith said, staring at her. "Yeah, good to know" Miley said, feeling the need to get mouthy with the woman, who was glaring at Miley, making the young girl incredibly mad.
"It's not only me, Jake and Jackson are worried about you too" Robbie said, hoping that would help get the messege through to Miley a little. Instead, the girl turned to look at him, a sarcastic sympethic look in her eyes as she stared at him, rolling her eyes slightly.
"Jake has nothing to worry about, and I don't honestly care if Jackson's worried" she said, rolling her eyes again.
"That is it!" Robbie yelled, slamming his hands down on Ms. Smith's desk, making both her and Miley jump. "Ms. Smith, you told me about that new girl, Lilly, right, the one who needs the help, Miley's going to do it" he said, staring at his daughter, anger running through his viens.
"Wait, what?!" Miley yelled, trying to figure out where this was going.
"There's a young girl who has just moved here-" Ms. Smith started, but Miley cut her off. "Woopdee doo, good to know" she mumbled, and Robbie glared at her, causing her to shut her mouth. "She needs a little help getting around the school, and since you want to party every night, maybe a little giving back will do you some good" Robbie said, finishing for Ms. Smith.
"Why does she need help, can't she get around this damn place on her own?" Miley asked, feeling the headache from her hangover start to take effect on her self-control.
"There's a reason she needs help" Ms. Smith said, and Miley turned to her now.
"And what may that be?" she asked, fake sweetness in her voice. Suddenly, the door to Ms. Smith's office opened, and everyone spun around, looking at a blonde girl dressed in cargo shorts and a bright green t-shirt, a cane out in front of her as she felt her way towards them.
"Simple, I'm blind" the girl spoke.