Chapter 1: Why is He Here?

Miley's POV

I knew things were going to be different when I saw him walk into Mr. Corelli's classroom for the first time. It was like I literally felt everything change. Why was he here anyways? Shouldn't he be at a studio shooting a TV show, commercial, photo shoot, something?! His sudden appearance wouldn't be a problem if I hadn't known him in the first place.

Flashback: (still Miley's POV)

I live in Nashville, Tennessee with my mom, Carolina, my dad, Robbie Ray, and my older brother, Jackson. Jackson and me go to Oak Ridge Middle School. I'm in sixth grade and he's in eighth. I don't really have a best friend, but I'm acquainted with most people in my classes. After school, Jackson and me walked home from school like always. We live pretty close to school.

"Hey kids!" mom and Aunt Dolly greeted us from the kitchen when we walked inside. My mom is awesome, she's really nice, and funny, and she's the best at singing. Everyone in my family calls me her mini me because I look and act just like her. Aunt Dolly was almost always here. Her house, like the school, was close by. Luckily, my evil cousin Luann lives on the other side of town. When we were four, she pushed me down a well. Jackson is the only one who really believes me when I say she's evil.

"Hi mom, hi Aunt Dolly!" Jackson and me returned the greeting. The two of us went upstairs to our rooms and did our homework. 30 minutes later, I was done with my homework and went downstairs.

"I'm bored," I say to mom and Aunt Dolly, who where still in the kitchen. I took a seat at the small table that was in the kitchen. Mom pulled some cookies out of the oven and set them to cool.

"Why don't you join an after school club or something?" mom suggested.

"You know, our family has a knack for singing," Aunt Dolly says.

"Mmm… do I smell cookies?!" my dad shouts as he enters the house.

"Daddy!" I squeal. I ran over to him and gave him a hug.

"Hey bud," dad said. We both walked over to the kitchen.

"Hey Honey," mom said to dad as we enter the kitchen.

"Hi Robbie," Aunt Dolly said.

"Hey darling," dad said gave mom a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Dolly," he added and gave her a hug. "What's going on?"

"We were just suggesting that Miley should join her school's choir," Aunt Dolly said.

"Hey, that's a great idea! You know Miles, our family has a knack for singing," dad says.

"So I've heard," I grinned.

The next day, I signed up for the after school choir. They had a small group, only around 10 students. I didn't know any of them. I stayed for practice; it was fun. Mrs. Henderson, the instructor said I had a nice voice. After practice, I went to the front of the school, and by surprise, I saw Jackson there.

"Hey sis," he greeted me.

"Hey Jackson, why didn't mom or Aunt Dolly pick me up?" I ask.

"They didn't want to," Jackson said, but when he saw the hurt expression on my face, he hung his arm around my shoulder and said, "just kidding Miles."

We walk over to his bike. He sat on the seat and I put my feet on the axel pegs on the back and wrapped my arms over his shoulders.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," I reply. He started pedaling on the pedals and we were home in less than a minute.

When we got inside, mom, dad, and Aunt Dolly were in the kitchen talking as usual.

"Hi Miley, how was choir?" Aunt Dolly asked me.

"It was great, I had fun."

"That's good," dad said.

It continued like that for the next few weeks, go to choir, have Jackson pick me up in his bike, until one Monday when Jackson and me were walking into school. Jackson and me always hang out together before schools starts. He's a great brother, he could hang out with his friends, but he chooses to hang out with me.

"What's that?" Jackson asks as he notices that there is a new flyer posted up in the bulletin board.

"School Musical," I read. "All students in drama and choir are welcome to participate. Auditions are on Friday after school in the auditorium. Students trying out are required to sing a song of there choice."

"Cool," Jackson says. "Are you going to try out?"

"Yeah, why not? It sounds fun," I reply and dug a pen out of my messenger bag. I looked at the sign up sheet; it had a few names already. I found the next empty spot on the list and put my name there.

"What song would you sing?" Jackson asks.

"I don't know…" I reply.

A/N: What do you think? I got the idea randomly the other day and typed it up. Please review, I'll post the next chapter sooner and don't worry, you'll see how Jake fits into Miley's past in the next chapter.