Chapter 1- The original Challenge
Miley Stewart walked along the shelf of gold and silver trophies. "Wow, this one is so cool. She said pointing to the one in the middle.
"Yeah, that's my favorite. Her best friend Lily Truscott said, dusting it off. "It's from my first competition. "That kind of looks like you on the top of it."
Lily smiled and threw the tissue in the garbage. "Well if you the first girl to enter an almost- all- boy competition at age nine, they'd put you on top of a trophy too. Miley congratulated her on that and then asked why she had said "Almost-all- boy competition.
"Heather was there too. "Oh." Miley nodded. "So had you wind up entering this competition?" "I picked up the flyer. Lily answered. Miley laughed. Lily stared into space, throwing herself into a flashback. "Actually I remembered it pretty clearly..."
"Check it out, check it out! Look what I got, look what I got! This is awesome, this is SOO awesome!!" sang Lily as she busted in the door. Oliver didn't even bother to look and see what she was talking about. He was to busy pacing the floor and walking in circles. "What's soo awesome?" "I just entered an all- boy skateboarding competition! EEEEEPPP!"
Oliver laughed. "Then you better start practicing." Lily raised her first and, knowing what was good for him, Oliver quickly corrected himself. "I mean... good luck!" She gave him a satisfied smile. "But really Lily, think about it. Aren't these things for like... high school kids?" "That's why I entered. I love a challenge." She didn't say anything for awhile, watching him circle the couch. Then finally she turned around in her chair and almost screamed.
"Oliver?" He stopped walking and looked at her. "Yeah?" "You're gonna be there, right?" Oliver blinked. "Of course I'm gonna be there." "Well a month ago when I was going to enter the talent show you said you were going to be there and you kinda... well, weren't."
"I'll show up this time, I promise." "Well Okay." Lily answered getting up to leave. She wondered why something always came up with him. She walked out the door without saying goodbye and walked slowly toward her house. "Liar."
"So what was you're life like when you were nine, Miley?" "Boring." She answered. "I doubt it." Lily said, thinking that someone with a double life couldn't possibly live a dull moment. "You know, now that I think about it, there was one exiting part of my nine- year-old life. I sang my first real song..."
Miley's POV
Just as I put the huge plate of pancakes on the table, Jackson came running down the stairs. "Good morning, Miles, breakfast looks great." "Thanks. I made it special." "And it's not even my birthday!" He exclaimed, wildly attacking the pancakes. I sat down and laughed. "Why aren't you eating?" He asked with his mouth full.
"I'm waiting for Mom and Dad." I said, happily pouring his milk and trying not to spill. Jackson immediately stopped and put his fork down. He had already demolished his breakfast, and they weren't even down stairs. "Uh... whoops."
I heard an explosion of laughter and three seconds later they were downstairs, still in their pajamas like us. "It's only 7:00 in the morning and your Daddy's already got plenty of jokes." Mom said. "Good morning, sweetie." "Good morning!" I answered happily, getting both of their plates and glasses. I finally got my own breakfast and joined my family at the table.
"So Dad, are we going to Aunt Dolly's tonight?" "Yep. She says she wants you and Jackson to make dinner." I didn't really want to do that, but I hated to argue with my dad. "Okay."
Later that day, my brother and I came to the agreement that we would make soup. I had the easy job: cut the bread and vegetables. Poor Jackson. He had to handle the chicken. Such a nice brother. I tried my best to cut the bread, but it's really hard to do with a vegetable knife. I got crumbs all over the floor and wound up destroying the entire loaf of bread.
"Ha ha, nice job Miley." "I'm good at making pancakes." I told him, trying to remind him of how good his were that morning. (Mine got burned because I tried to make them first.) "Yeah, and apparently you're terrible at cutting bread... something easier than making pancakes. And if you had any common sense, you'd know to get a proper knife."
Where was this coming from all of a sudden? Maybe it was because I had given him the harder job. He also did all the other chores around the house, and that was the first time I had made breakfast in a month. (I had some kind of inspiration, I knew something good was happening somewhere...) Plus, Mom and Dad treated me like some kind of superstar.
"Shut up Jackson!" "What did I even say? You're acting like I yelled at you or something." "You know what? You can finish making this by yourself. Just leave me alone!" I ran upstairs crying, and slammed the door shut. I could here him screaming from my room. "Drama Queen!"
I sat down on my bed, wiped the tears away and picked up my guitar. And then out of nowhere I started singing:
He says that I'm a Drama Queen And I know what he's thinking Where's this come from?
What's she thinking?
Does this even make any sense?
But I got myself side- tracked today Some how. Some way
And all I keep thinking is There's someone out there Going through the same situation Where no one understands a word And she just wants to scream
There's a girl out there Just like me Somewhere out there... By the sea.
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