The
Prince Protection Program. A/n: Hi… so, I
decided to do this story instead of Love Bug. Disclaimer:
I own nothing, nothing at all.
Chapter One-
I just think you'll
find it way more interesting than the other story. Oh and no offence
to cheerleaders! In this story they are kind of… like the ones you
see in the movies. Sorry if you wanted Love Bug…
I walked inside the kitchen and see my Dad eating his breakfast, or should I say drinking his breakfast. Drinking a protein shake. I don't know how that can be good for you. Its raw eggs and other disgusting ingredients that should never be in a human's body unprepared
I give him a disgusted look.
"Dad, I honestly don't know how you can drink that."
He looks up
at me and sighs.
"I don't like it, I mean honestly it tastes
like crap, but I have to 'stay in shape' for work"
I
roll my eyes, my father is always using his job as an excuse.
My
dad is an agent for the PPP, and if you don't know what that means
its, 'Prince Protection Program.' Or, as I like to call it, a
waste of OTHER people's money.
"Whatever you say, father dearest" I said in a wimpy girly tone.
He chuckles and walks outside, leaving me confused. I follow, curious. Usually he would have a funny comeback to my jokes.
He is grabbing a bag. Not just any bag, his 'go away' bag.
"Dad…"
He sighs and turns to face me.
"Darling—"
"Dad, you can't be going away again, you just got back!"
"I have no choice, I have t—"
"Please Dad; can't you just break the rules, just this one time, please, for me?"
"You know if I could I would, but I can't."
I run inside screaming, "I NEVER SEE YOU ANYMORE."
He comes inside, following me. He opens the door, only to see, a girl holding back tears. Oh wait, that's me.
My Dad is always leaving to go save some pathetic 'Prince Charming'
I hate it. Once the guy is safe he comes home, only to be taken away again. It's like a game! 'Let's see how horrible we can make Miley feel!' And they win every time.
He sits on the edge of the bed.
"I'll only be gone for… a little while. Now come on, you gotta get to school. Yea, school will make you feel better! You can see all your friends."
Ha, you mean friend. It's not a plural when you only have ONE. But I can't let him know that, I can't let him know my life isn't as great as he thinks it is. He thinks I'm going to be Prom Queen, but yeah right, no one even knows me. I'm just… just the girl in the back of the room that nobody knows.
I'm the girl that holds back screams and tears every day, but I was raised to be strong and never show weakness, so I could never do either of those things. I just nod and fake smile. I give him a tight hug, "thanks, Dad…" I run outside and a car is waiting for me.
"Miles! You need a ride?" said a hopeful boy. Cody. My friend since kindergarten, my only friend…
"Yea, sure that'd be great, thanks!"
He starts driving and we shortly arrive at the school. Everyone else just stands around talking to their groups of friends about whatever, but me and Cody walk up to the school doors, waiting to be let into the prison chamber.
"Oh look, it's Milky!" said Emily walking up to me smiling.
I roll my eyes.
"It's Miley"
She sighs and slightly laughs. "Like it matters!"
"Just wanted to tell you to move, you're blocking the cheerleaders way"
She flips her hair and I glare at her furiously.
"Oh, thanks
for telling me."
I say still looking away, acting like nothing
happened. Still standing in her way, hoping it will annoy her. She
deserves it.
She pushes me angrily. "Move!"
I step down one step, hardly moved by her attempt to push me out of the way. Wow, the cheerleader is a weakling. Why, am I not surprised?
She
smiles like she is the toughest thing in the world.
"Um, was
that suppose to hurt?" I asked raising one eyebrow.
I hate how cheerleaders, like her, think they own the world. It's so superficial and selfish, just like how the cheerleaders are in the movies.
"Yes"
I laugh.
"Well it didn't"
The doors open and I quickly move in front of her and walk away before she can do anything about it.
AT LUNCH TIME
Emily walks up to me
smirking.
"Hi, can I help you?"
"Hmm, maybe"
She holds up her milk carton.
"Got milk, Loser?"
She pours her milk on my head, and it starts to drip down onto my clothes.
"Okay, I'm done, bye!"
I take a deep breath and run out of the cafeteria to the girl's bath room.
A tear slowly falls down my cheek, but I quickly wipe it away.
No weakness, Miley. No showing weakness…
A/n: Well, did you like it? Love it? Hate it? Should I continue? Please Review, long reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks.
