"...Further note, today is the day that all childhood Disney actors, actresses, and musicians are going to a real school," the news reported stated.

I groaned at the reminder. First of all, youngest Gray's and Selena would be there. I heard of their breakup, but really don't know whether they're friends. Either way, I don't want to run into either of them. Even if they are broken up, they aren't forgiven. Secondly, I know for a fact that most teenage girls hate me. They all love the Gray Brothers though, especially Nick. Then third, I don't want to go. I really don't. I mean, most of the stars all know each other and don't have such a bad reputation in the teen world. I do. I don't know them anymore, they had to pick a team and when they did they obviously didn't pick mine. Then again, who would? All I'll have is Demi. IF she isn't too busy with Nick and Selena. Then maybe Emily, and Mitchel, too.

Why is it so important that we go to this school anyways? To make sure we're where we're supposed to be, or to know how socialize? I can do that. In fact, I know that I'm ahead of most people. I grabbed the brochure to the private school off the counter again. This is so stupid. Why do we all have to go here for seven hours a day?

It looks really small. The uniforms aren't as bad as they could be though. Actually, they're kind of my style. They have a good music program I'm told, which is probably good because I signed up for choir. I gave my mom one last look, asking if I really had to go to this particular school that the company picked out. I could always go to Braison's school. She gave me a slight nod, being stern as always. I huffed, getting up from my spot to go and get my bag. It was pretty cute, I just bought it at Claire's. It had a big peace sign, the perfect size for all my books. I wasn't going out and wasting money when these normal stores had just as good of stuff for a cheaper price.

My Mom got up, grabbing the keys to her new car. I followed her out, sulking with each step I took. I looked down the street to see the Gray's car pulling out, too.

"Now, I want you to be nice to that boy," my mom caught my gaze. I imagined that their car was in the same discussion, only more in depth. My mother knew that I wouldn't do that. I hadn't let it go to the press, or even my friends. She knew that I wouldn't say anything harmful about Nick.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I said dryly.

It wasn't that far away surprisingly. Only five, ten minutes from my house. It meant that it was a long drive for some of the other people though. I turned off my cell phone, slipping it into my bag. Across the lot I saw Nick getting out of his car with Denise, along with Emily. Ahead of us was Cole and Dylan, the twins.

"Come on," my mom directed, starting to move towards the door. I followed her, stepping into the air conditioned building. The few people that were in the hall started to whisper right away. There were a few pictures on the wall, essays of their role models, posters from projects. It was nice.

We followed the crowd to the office, checking in with them. Each mom was introducing their kid as if the lady behind the huge desk had no idea who they were. Some of them I don't think she did, like Debby Ryan, the new girl. Each of us was ushered into a small room to take our placement exams. It would supposedly only take today, then tomorrow we would get our schedules, and begin classes. I smiled, all I had to do was take this and I would be in honors or advanced classes – whatever they called it here. Hopefully the test was easy.

Once everyone was in the room a male set down a packet on each of our desks. This was the only the sophomores. I looked at the front. Math, English, Chemistry... Easy. I looked to Alyson who winked at me, nodding. We both knew that we were probably the smartest in there. She had been in my 'class' before this.

I started the packet, turning page by page once I wrote the answer on the line provided. At first I thought I was missing something, this was way too easy. I knew most of it already. I got to the Algebra 2 part and noticed immediately that I did all of this last year. My teacher found that the only way to challenge me was to have me do work ahead of my levels. I grabbed the graphing calculator from my bag, and began to fill out the answers.

With no surprise from anyone, I was the first done. I shrugged, walking up to the supervisor.

"You're done?" he rose his eyebrows. I simply nodded. "Here, I'll grade it here for you."

I nodded. I could feel the eyes on me from behind. There were numerous pairs, all waiting for my next mistake to be made. I was used to the stares by now, only it was different coming from people who used to be your friends. He went through each letter, raising his eyebrows higher each time. I don't think that they could go any higher. Finally he looked at me, "There are no mistakes."

"I know," I grinned. "it was pretty easy."

"I'll be right back." I watched him walk out of the room, before walking back in seconds later with a new test. "Try this one."

I went back to my seat, discreetly slapping hands with Alyson on my way back. Part of this test was hard, but the rest was easy. When I looked up people were scattering to finish their tests too. I walked up again, test completed.

"Hold on." He repeated the same process as before, grading it. I knew I got half of the physics answers wrong already. He nodded his head, going along the letters again. "Much better. You may go sit down."

I nodded, thankful. Alyson handed her test in, then Dylan, then Nick. Once everyone was done he let us talk to one another. Mitchel and Emily waved me over. I was happy to oblige, smiling at them in thanks. "Hey."

"Hey, Miles." Mitchel pulled me in securing me in his arms.

I gave a weak smile to Emily, she returning one. We hadn't been the same since I met Justin and we both knew it. When I started to go out with him she didn't agree with that at all. She knew that I didn't like him like that. It wasn't that she didn't trust Justin not to hurt me, or the age difference, but because she knew that I didn't love him. That pulled us apart within days, and even now when Justin and I are just best buds, Emily and I aren't as close as we used to be.

We got into a deep conversation about some new thing that came out a week or two ago. We talked about Grammy's, and Hannah, and our albums, even how stupid it was that we all had to go to the same school. I told them how much I really hated it. For a couple minutes it seemed like Emily was enjoying herself. It was how it used to be in August, only I was happy again.

"Miley?" I looked behind me to see the same man who had been supervising our test with another man. He wore a suit, stating his importance. His skull was bald, showing the bare dark skin all around his face. The room fell silent once they called me out. I obeyed, meeting them. They both closed the door, walking down the hall to Important Man's office. I read the label. Principle.

Just as the door shut the bell signaling passing period rung throughout the school over the speakers. Voices were heard through the walls. The population of this private school must be pretty big.

"Hi, Miley. I'm Mr. McDowston. Your principle." He smiled at me, adoringly. "My daughters love your show and music."

"Thank you." My cheeks much be flaming. I could feel my entire face growing red. "Tell them I said 'Thank You' as well."

"I will do. But we aren't here to talk about my daughters, or fame, or anything like that," he chuckled before turning back to his remotely serious face. "You're smart, Miley."

I laughed. "Thank you, again."

"No, Miley... You're smart-smart. Smarter than most. You have a very high intelligence. Those placement tests you just took show that you're working on a Senior level. In some places you're ready for college." he nodded, proud. "This means, that you're going to be in very accelerated classes. You're probably going to have to be mixed with some of the Juniors in some cases. You really won't know anyone 'famous' since there weren't really any who is Junior. Except for Selena. She is."

Miley knew this. Emily was so determined to work that she started Kindergarten a year late, Mitchel was held back in first grade for missing too many days, and Demi's school didn't have a cut off back in Texas so she started her first year of school on her birthday. But... Selena? She didn't expect to be thrown in with Juniors in their advanced classes, she expected an accelerated class or two, but with other sophomores who were like her.

"What about Alyson? She's smart."

"You'll have physics with her. That's it." Mr. McDowston told me. "There were two or three other people who scored high, you have in a couple classes. Nobody is in all Junior academics though. Are you okay with this?"

I nodded, numb. I wanted to scream NO! Of course not! But I didn't. "Will I still be a sophomore?"

"Yes. But, you only have Spanish, Lunch, Choir, PE, and Study Hall with your regular classmates."

"Okay," I took a deep breath. "This will be awkward."

He laughed. "Yeah, but just think of how easy college should be for you. You'll have half of the classes done Freshman year."

"Yeah," I forced a smile for his sake, trying to be positive. "Can I go back now?"

He nodded. I could tell that he was impressed by me, but he also felt bad for me. He wasn't a clueless teacher, he knew that almost every teenager hated me. It wasn't normal to like me. I was like every other kid, but rich, people didn't like that. They didn't like that I wasn't this fake person. I sighed, walking back in. Of course my first day would suck.

"Miley!" Demi called, pulling away from Nick to walk over to me. "Hey!" she gave me a tight hug. "How are you?"

"I'm pretty good, how are you?" I gave the normal reply, trying to sound enthusiastic. The room was whispering around us.

"I'm good. We haven't talked for so long!" she joked with me.

I giggled, "I know. You know, sleeping, and school. I can't believe we haven't talked in... what? Ten, twelve hours?"

She laughed. Honestly, I think Demi is my my best friend here. I don't care if I'm not hers, I know that I'm not, but I need somebody there. Somebody who I truly believes cares about me. She does, I know that. Others... I'm not so sure about. It's hard to keep the confidence I once had when I know how many perfections I don't have. She's there no matter what.

"So, what did they need to talk to you about?"

My face fell. "My intelligence."

"What about it?"

"That I'm a freak of nature."

She sighed. "No you aren't, Miley. Your just different. You can rule the TV, Radio, Magazines, Newspapers, you name it, but you can also be a Genius."

I tried to fight a smile. When you say it like that it really doesn't sound that bad. "I'm not in any of the classes you guys are in except for Study Hall, and Lunch, and Choir. Things like that. I'm apparently too advanced for the Sophomore advanced classes."

"Where will you be then?" she giggled at my drama.

"With the juniors advanced people," I pouted. "Everyone hates me normally, but now I have no friends."

"Debby is a junior! She's really nice."

"Is she smart?"

Demi's smile dropped, and as soon as my hopes got high they crushed back down. "No."

"Who is smart?" I knew that she knew a lot of the juniors from Selena. There weren't that many though.

"Not many but... a couple."

"Who?" I jumped at the opportunity.

"Selena." She looked down, playing with her fingers.

I huffed. "Of course. Dem, she hates me!"

Demi looked down. "She doesn't hate you. She doesn't know you."

I scanned the room at all the faces I wouldn't be having any classes with. Except Alyson in Physics and maybe a few others I would be completely alone. I wanted to be with these people! Not others that I wouldn't know. I needed at least some support. For the first time since last January, I felt that penetrating feeling.

Not nervousness, or being apprehensive, but fear. I was scared, for the first time since Nick happened.

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