So this is my first multi-chapter Hannah Montana fanfiction, I hope you like it. Updates will be up once a week.

Life sucks, and then you die- Stephenie Meyer

In life, there are no fairy tales; no happy endings. Not without a price at least. There can't be happiness without sacrifice, but do you really get your happiness if you had to sacrifice something so much more?

No. Joy in life is short lived; it never lasts. Reality comes crashing down, and then where are you? In a sucky screwed up life.

Life sucks, and then you die.

I knew someone who knew that all too well.

Sincerely not yours,

-Scotty

Sitting on the porch steps and letting out a puff of breath, you couldn't tell between the smoke and the fog. Leaning back and resting my head against the rail, I look out at the grey morning sky.

It's early. I love this time of day, though I hate having to be awake to see it. It's my favorite time, along with the evening; the change from night to day, day to night. To me it stands for new beginnings. Another day lived and lost in this life.

But I also love the night, the endless black abyss. I love the bone chilling feeling of being wrapped in darkness like you can finally breathe after choking and gasping for so long in the sun.

At night I'm alone, no one to bother me, to disturb me or my thoughts.

It's both a sacred time, and nightmarish of what my thoughts bring.

Then comes the dawn of morning, a new day, new tortures, just as frigid.

I flick my cigarette into the grass as it comes to a stump and let out a deep lungful sigh. The smoke exits my lungs along with the steam of my breath, a light buzz already starting in my veins and making me ready to face this day's horrors.

I have time to suck in one last breath before an old beat-up car screeches to a halt in front of the house. The window rolls down with a groan of protest.

"Let's go Truscott, hell awaits!"

With another puff of air, no smoke remaining in the fog, I push myself to my feet. My back pops pleasantly as I lean down to snatch up my book bag, empty and tattered as it is.

"Hey Boo." I drawl as I sink into the stale seat cushions on the passenger side.

"Hey baby." He grins to which I return without hesitation.

"Dork."

"Bitch."

"Bastard."

"Whore."

"Hey." I say lifting my hands in mock defense. "I let them believe what they want to believe."

He cracks another smile.

About ten seconds later, I start drumming my fingers on my thigh, too impatient to be sitting still.

"So have you written an entry yet?" I ask, just for a distraction.

He snorts. "Just some bullshit about how happy go lucky I am. Nothing real. What did you write, something to piss him off?"

I shake my head with a smirk. "He wants the truth? Well I'm gonna be brutally honest."

"Careful Lils." He says, not taking his eyes from the road as we pull into the school parking lot. "With one look inside that pretty little head of yours, you might petrify the old man."

"Yeah, well..."

The out side of the school looks a lot like a high max security prison, baby proofed.

A high chain link fence runs around the perimeter of the learning facility and once the gates close behind you, they don't open back up until the final bell.

They even have a police officer stationed in front of the school that does a circuit every five minutes.

It may look tightly run, but if you do your homework (homework of the real world), and learn the routines of officer Charles Miller, you can slip out without being noticed.

"Hey Charlie." I wave to him as we pass and he gives a slight wave in return.

See, we have formed a kind of bond after the first few times he had to pull me off a dick headed kid who had pissed me off.

The inside of the school looks more like a wasteland flooded to the brink with a bunch of hormonal teenagers.

The tiles that were once white are a pale yellow, and in some spots, red from blood that the janitor had forgotten to clean up.

The puke green walls are mostly hidden by the newest thing in this school. The lockers.

Even those get stuck sometimes and if you hit it in the right spots, it springs open freely on its hinges.

Oliver had taken the liberty to find and memorize the soft spots of every locker in our hall. Me, well I only learned the ones that benefit me the most.

I snap a quick jab at the bottom right of my locker and the door pops right open. I really does save a lot of time.

I look over all the stacks of books I was supposed to take home over the weekend for homework and then just shove the first and second period books into my bag.

I'll do them when I get to class.

I never do homework, I never study, and I rarely pay attention in my classes. Yet somehow, I keep up A's and B's. I think that's why I don't get in as much trouble as I could when I do.

I'm not a bad kid, or a bad person; I just don't care enough to pretend to be the perfect child.

I walk past all the litter on the disgusting tile and past the overflowing trashcans, to my first period Biology class.

Staring at nothing and going into a trance-like state throughout the period gives me a sense on nothingness. Time has no meaning as silent stories all play out in my head. I sound each word in my head as if reading it from a book, but creating different situations and choosing the best way to carry it out.

All these stories unfolding in my mind but never to be written down because as soon as I think it, it dissolves, never to be distinguished from my smeared thoughts.

If I do not have a pen to paper right then, the idea will disappear, never perfectly right as the first time it passes through, therefore, not worth being printed onto paper.

If every thought that passes through my head were to be scribbled down, it would be a chaotic mess and jumble of words. There would hundreds of stories playing out hundreds of different ways. If this happens, then that would happen, but if it happen this way, then this would happen instead.

Then the bell's shrill ring bursts though the speakers and the words on the paper would flat line. My mind goes blank as I jerk my bag onto my shoulder and exit the door before the signal goes silent.

I would flop into my seat in the next class and my mind would start up as if it never stopped.

It's like the equation pi- always going on, never a pattern or repeats; it's always confusing and impossible to comprehend or understand...

Then other days, like today, I can't find that distraction so I just stare blankly as my mind reels and fights for something to think about to speed time on its marry way.

I tap my pen in time with my foot in an annoying sort of way and the teacher constantly shoots me grumpy glares that slip right over my head.

The way I see it is, if I have to put up with you, you can damn well try to put up with me. I give my superior smirk to anyone that feels the need to look my way.

My chair jolts back and almost topples over as I spring to my feet as the bell rings, and fight my way to the door.

When I burst out of the room, my shoulders release the tension they previously held and I let out a sigh of relief. I was starting to get claustrophobic being cooped up in there with nothing to distract me but the tapping of my pen that was even starting to drive me nuts.

I take my time walking to the next class, debating on weather or not to ditch, or stick it out.

Ditch.

I grin as I pull my backpack straps tighter and slip a blank note into Oliver's locker. He knows that when I do that, to not bother looking for me in the school.

As the tardy bell rings, I crouch by the front doors as I wait for Charlie to make his rounds. It's not the best way to sneak out, but it's the easiest,-

I make a dash for the chink in the fence as he disappears around the corner and I'm just touching the cold metal when a hand is laid on my shoulder.

-unless you get caught.

I sigh as I look up at the uniformed face.

"How'd you know?"

"I guess I have developed a Lily radar." At my quizzical look, he smiles. "It's Monday; I figured you would try to escape." I note that he says 'escape' like this place really is a prison.

I nod with a slight 'ah' expression. "You sure you don't want to just look the other way this time and say you didn't see me? I mean, it's not like it doesn't happen all the time."

He shakes his head, an amused smile still splayed across his face. "Sorry Lily, rules are rules."

"No." I gasp. 'is that what they are? And to think that all this time I thought they were just those doughnuts that you cops are always shoving down your throats."

He playfully rolls his eyes. See, this is why he is the only cop that I like. He's not all emotionless and controlling, even though he does seem to bust me a lot more than others.

"Principal's." He says with a light push in the school's direction.

I sigh and give my cocky smirk as I mock solute him on my way back in the old doors.

I drag my feet in the empty corridors, taking up as much time as I can in the halls, picking up random pieces of trash that I pass and shoving them as much as I can in the bins it's supposed to go in.

Finally I arrive in the office dragging my backpack along the ground.

"Hello Janis." I greet as I throw my bag next to an empty seat.

"Hey Lily, how are you today?"

"Amazing now that I got to see your beautiful face." I say as I drag my finger along the young secretary's cheek.

"Yes well, why don't you go sit down? He is meeting with someone at the moment." She brushes off my hand with an amused smile.

I gasp. " Mr. Luger is cheating on me? He's seeing someone else?" I feel fake tears well in my eyes.

"You should totally dump him and never come back here." She plays along good-naturedly.

I suddenly become serious. "I believe that you just gave me permission to leave."

"Go sit down." She scowls, a reaction I get a lot with adults. "I have a lot of paper work to finish."

"Maybe I could help you relax? All you have to do is ask." I raise a suggestive brow to go with the suggestive phrase causing her to turn a dark shade of red.

"Miss. Truscott," she says using my last name for the first time this meet, "that is completely inappropriate for school."

"Oh, so what your saying is... if we were out side of school-"

"No! In or out of school, I will not sleep with you!"

The door to the principal's room opens with a red faced Mr. Luger. I have to bite my lip hard to keep from bursting out into a fit of giggles.

This is just perfect!

"Mrs. Darcy." He says. Janis's eyes are set wide with a gaping mouth and pink cheeks.

"S-she-"

"I only said that maybe she should relax. You know, with all the paper work she has to do." I give my innocent smile though I bet that my eyes dance with mischief.

The principal sighs. "Mrs. Darcy, please refrain from saying such things on school grounds. And I am aware of Miss. Truscott's reputation, no need for explanations."

I blow a kiss at him and throw a wink at Janis.

He turns to someone in his office and speaks a few quiet words. Then he opens it wider and a girl walks out. A pretty girl with long brown hair, old worn jeans, and a tight T that hugs her curves loosely.

"Awe, you were cheating on me again, weren't you Lugar-bear?" I turn to the girl and give big innocent eyes and a solemn expression. "Don't get too serious with him, he'll cheat whenever the next pretty face comes along."

Her eyes are wide and scared; her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. What I first thought where green eyes are actually a crystal blue and I don't know how I could have gotten the color wrong.

Suddenly my breath leaves me, the intensity of her eyes sucking all the air from my lungs, leaving me struggling to draw a single intake of breath.

"Oh no you don't." The principal growls and grabs my arm almost painfully. That seems to snap out of my momentary loss of sanity. "You should stay away from this one, she's just trouble not waiting to happen."

"He's so rough with me." I pout. "Can't you be a little gentler?" I give my most innocuous eyes while enjoying every moment on the inside.

Now everyone in the room's face is shining bright red, all for different reasons.

"Lillian." He growls and points to his office.

"But Mr. Luger, you said we couldn't do this anymore." I turn away and make my eyes glimmer with tears. "Plus, you're so mean."

"Stop making the things I do or say sound sexual!" It's really hard not to laugh.

"I'm just saying things how they are, you can take it any way you want. Mr. Luger, you have a very dirty mind. I'm flattered and all, but I'm a little young for you, don't you think?"

I give one last grin at the scared blue-eyed girl, and calmly walk into the musty smelling office.

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-Fantasy