AN: Hello all :) This is my first story that I've ever written so if you like it or if you want to give me some criticism, I'd appreciate that. :) So, here is the first chapter:

I'm upstairs in the new house that my daddy had just bought, unloading my bags. We moved all the way from Tennessee to California. Yes, I am a country girl. And NO, I do not eat possums, so just slap yourself upside the head if you're thinking that. Anyways, it's early December right now so I still have to go to school... oh joy. Getting new stuck-up teachers who think they could tell you what to do and what not to do. Who do they think they are? Nosey idiots who control my life that's who. Let's just say… back home, I wasn't the best student ever. Teachers prayed that they wouldn't get me in their class. Heh… idiots. But I gotta give them some credit. If I was a teacher... haha… all hell would break lose.

My first day is tomorrow and I'm really nervous. Hopefully my transcript hasn't been transferred over there, cause then I'd already be in trouble. I probably should lessen my act up a bit and do what a good kid would do on their first day; Become a Little sunshine that pays attention in class and eats fruit and veggies for lunch made by mommy. Just kidding, I don't eat healthy. That's another thing about me, I only eat junk food. Yep. Just fries, pizza, and chips for me. You're probably thinking I'm fat now, right? Well something must be wrong with my metabolism… because I'm seriously too skinny to be eating all this crap.

I just finished adding the final touch to my room. New paint color (Red of course), new drapes (Also red), and…. about… 100 posters of Mikayla Gomez. She is my favorite singer of all time. She's the only person of Disney that doesn't suck and I respect her for that. She is so gorgeous. She has long dark brown hair with hot, steamy pools of chocolate for eyes and ooh… that voice… oh my god, that voice…so freaking sexy… – it just all gives me the chills. Wait what am I saying? It's not like I'm gay or anything. It's just an admiration? Yeah that's it. I do not like any girl that way.

Do I?

Nah, just don't think about it Miley. I'm sure it's nothing…

Back on the Mikayla Gomez subject – Sarah, My best friend from Tennessee, told me that Mikayla stated in an interview, that she was considering going to a public school. BINGO! I felt like my heart just dropped from my chest to my bottom. Please choose my school Mikayla… please…

Oh yeah… my new school. Uhh what was it called again? Bologna Prep?
OH, right! Stupid Miley, It's Balteca Prep. Umm hah, my schedule was upside down and hard to read… not my fault. This is what it says:

English: First Hour
Geometry: Second Hour
History: Third Hour
*Lunch*
Photography: Fourth Hour
Biology: Fifth Hour
Spanish 2: Sixth Hour

Hopefully I'm not stuck with dopes in my classes. I already had one back home, my ex-boyfriend Trey. We went out for a year and five months. Then, one day I saw him doing 'stuff' to another girl. It was not a pretty sight. I took care of him though. And by taking care of, I mean putting him in the hospital for 6 months.

BANG BANG BANG.

"Miley, open the door!" yells my brother, Jackson.

Oh, did I mention that I have a brother? Hehe, sometimes I pretend that he doesn't exist. He's immature, bratty and a pain in the… well I'll just say… complicated. He is a senior now, and is unfortunately going to Balteca Prep with me.

"GET IN YOU NUTHEAD, IT'S OPEN" I scream back at him.

He comes in rolling his eyes and shaking his head.

"Dad and I called you down for dinner 15 minutes ago, come on brat go fill your ugly face with dad's mac & cheese before I eat it myself." He grunts and waves his hand around.

"Aww, did someone's wittle girlfriend bweak up with them today to make them this grumpy?" I smirk.

"Shut up, Miley." He turns around and slams my door. Not even a second later, he comes back in with an amused look.

"What is covering your walls… is that Mikayla Gomez… aww Miley has a girl crussssshh! I'm telling dad that you're a lesbo!"

"Jackson! I am NOT! Haven't you heard of something called… being a big fan?"

"Yeah I have, but why does a big fan have pictures of her in her bikini over there in that little box? Yeah I saw that over there. Try to hide it Miley? Because you're so in love with her? A girl who doesn't even know you exist. And umm... did I mention that SHE'S A GIRL? Dad is going to freak!"

"Jackson, you shut the hell up! I know very well that once you had a box full of shirtless Zac Efrons! What you gonna say about that?"

Jackson gives me a 'that's enough' glare and walks – more like stomps -out of my room.

Well, that sure was fun. Now it's time to get some food into Miley's tummy…

I walk down our new stairs into our kitchen. One thing I love about this house – the staircase doesn't creek when someone steps on them.

I see my dad scarfing pie as always. Use your hands, why don't you, ya old hillbilly? No, really, I love my dad. He is the only one besides Sarah that I could always go to and trust. You know? Kind of like a friend to me, unless I make him mad. That time is the time where I will barely live to see another day.

"Hey bud, how you liking the house?" he says looking up at me.

I shrug, "Not too bad dad, I should have trusted you when ya went furniture shoppin' alone."

My dad chuckles then yawns, "Okay bud, you better get eating and then head for bed, you have a new school to get too tomorrow. Night, love you."

"Love you too dad."

He gets up, dusts his hands off, and a ton of pie crumbs fall to the floor. Without noticing, he sneakily cuts himself another slice and takes it to his room. Oh… hillbillies and their pie... watcha going to do?

After I'm done eating, I head upstairs to my room and plop down on my bed. I sigh, "I probably should get some sleep if I want to be awake at 6 A.M. tomorrow."

I stare at the posters I had hung while smiling, "Goodnight, Mikayla."