So here it is :) the first story every written by me, haha. This was thought up originally by my baby cousin since she absolutely loves Hannah Montana. I hoped that this would end up being a short story or one shot, but it might end up being more. I don't know.

I do NOT own Hannah Montana, or anything to do with the franchise.

This was made non-profit. No money exchanged hands meaning I'm still broke :'( *laugh*

For Entertainment Only.

Enjoy!

The lights show brightly overhead and the music sounds loudly with the beginning of the last song, but as it continues to play no one steps forward on stage. After a few people by the stage begin to chant, and then it continues until everyone in the stadium is chanting filling the entire space with the chants of Hannah Montana. The band stops playing and starts looking around for their main vocalist. The chants grow louder, and then the whole stadium is basically engulfed.

Hannah! Hannah! Hannah! Hannah! Hannah! Hannah! Hannah!

Miley Stewart is standing next to the stage behind the curtain holding her wig in her hands. Tears are silently falling down her face and she turns and runs halfway down the hall until she runs into her father, Robby Ray.

"Miles, what's wrong?"

Miley shakes her head wiping tears away from her face. This was to be the last concert ever from Hannah Montana, and with that in mind it was just to much.

"Bud, if you don't wanna go through with this you don't have to. I know how much Hannah means to you, and I'm not willin' to risk your happiness," Robby Ray said pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket and handing it to her. Miley smiles and blows her nose in the handkerchief before tucking it in her pocket, and wiping her eyes. She lets out a breath that she didn't know was pent up inside her chest, and shook her head while rolling her shoulders like she did before she always went on stage as Hannah.

"I'll be okay, and besides if I decide that I don't like being normal and living in Tennessee Hannah can always come back." She ended her sentence with a smile before fixing her wig and cueing the guitarist. This was the last song from Hannah for awhile, and it was going to go out with a bang.

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Tennessee. It had been forever since Miley was home, and when the plane flew into the wheat field she was anxiously looking out the window. Finally she would see Blue Jeans, and that was only one of the reasons why Miley had wanted to come home.

"Miles, you sure you remember how to be normal?" Miley rolled her eyes and turned to her brother, "Jackson I've been living a double life for about five years and I think I know how to be normal…You on the other hand might need some help." She giggled lightly as Jackson fell out of his seat when the plane came to a full stop, "Told ya." Miley unbuckled her seatbelt and was out of her seat and outside before Robby Ray could ask Jackson why he was on the floor of the plane.

The sunshine was bright, and you could smell the dirt under your feet. It wasn't the smell that you would wrinkle your nose at, but the smell that always reminded you that you were home and safe. Miley turned when she heard the sound of her grandma's ratty old truck, and seen the bright engine red truck come into view. "Dad! Grandma's pickin' us up?"

Robby Ray came out of the plane fixing his cowboy hat, and with Jackson behind him. "Yeah, I figured you might want to see her and Blue Jeans before anyone else." Miley beamed at her father's thoughtfulness as she jumped at him giving him the biggest bear hug she could muster. "You don't know how much that means to me daddy." Robby Ray smiled, but in fact he knew exactly what it felt like to be away from family especially while on the road. The truck backfired and then the engine shut off. Grandma Ruby opened the door to the truck and ran towards her grandchildren.

"Oh my! It's been so long", she said happily enveloping both Miley and Jackson into her arms. Jackson tried to pull away but then gave up after a few moments when there wasn't a result to it. "Grandma it's so good to see you to," Miley said not wanting to let go of her maternal grandmother. She inhaled the scent of her grandma's blouse smelling the hay from the barn and the flowers that her Grandma grew just because she could. Ruby finally let go of the two and headed back towards the truck, "Hurry y'all times runnin' out an' I got dinner on the stove." Miley turned to the plane and grabbed all her stuff that she could carry, and put it in the back so she could sit between Ruby and Robby while Jackson had to sit with the rest of the luggage in the back of the truck.

Let me start off by saying thanks for reading and please review.

Do you think I should continue with this story?

What do you think should happen?

Thanks ^.^

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