This is a story based on Miley Cyrus' life and why she's "overprotected".

Disclaimer: I do not own or know Miley Cyrus or Britney Spears.

"Miley! Miley! Miley!" The paparazzi yelled as Miley Cyrus walked through.

God, Miley thought. I need time…joy…space…love… I need me!

As Miley walked by a newspaper, the headline read "MILEY'S SHAME: THOSE PICTURES!" Miley groaned and threw down the newspapers. "I need to make mistakes! I need to know I'm me!" Miley yelled. She began to run down the street. "I don't wanna be so protected!" She stopped and sat on the ground to cry. "I believe in taking chances, but who am I to say! What the heck is a girl to do… god, I need some answers!" Miley got up, still crying, but no sooner was she walking then paparazzi came once again. "What am I gonna do with my life??" She yelled, pushing through. Reporters took notes like: MILEY CYRUS GETS WILD, MILEY: THE NEXT PARIS HILTON??, even MILEY: THE HOLLYWOOD BRAT GIRL. Miley got through and called Tori, her best friend.

(A/N: Bold is Tori, Italics is Miley)

Hello?

Hi Tori. It's Schmilez.

Hey Milez, what's wrong? It sounds like you've been crying.

Oh, Tori, what am I going to do with my life?

You'll find out soon. Don't worry.

How am I supposed to know what's right?

You just gotta do it your way.

Tor! I tell what I like, what I want, and what I don't. But every time I do, I stand corrected.

Miley, you're a star, girl!

Whatever. Goodbye.

Beep!

Since Tori had done that, she called her other best friend, Lesley the gossiper.

(A/N: Bold is Lesley, Italics is Miley again.)

Oh my god Miley, guess what IIIIIII hearddd!

What?

Britney Spears has shaved her head! And the world is messing up and everyone's littering and God can't help and even George Bush can't help!!!

Uh-huh. Nice. Gotta go. Bye Bye.

Ci-

Beep!

Oh, my god. Thought Miley. I called a gossiper when I was sick of gossip? I can't believe what I hear about the world!

Miley sucked it up and called Selena, her friend with the advice.

(A/N: Bold, Italics, I'm sure you've got it down pat now.)

Ello?

Selly, it's Miley.

Hey Miley.

I need advice.

Well, you're a tomboy, right?

Yes.

I think you should be more girly. Like, totally. More pink and more makeup and more accessories. Then boys would like you more.

I didn't call for-

Oh, and that "adorable" little accent, as Nick called it? It's gotta go.

But-

And your hair? Dye it chocolate brown. Soo much better.

Selena! I didn't call for your stupid advice on how to be me! BYE!

Beep!

Miley sighed. "I'm so fed up with people telling me to be someone else but me."

"And my destiny? No one can tell me about that, either!"

She smiled and stood up.

"You know what? I can't help the way I feel, 'cause my life has been so…

"Overprotected."