Our Angel
My name is Miley Stewart and this is the story of my life.
I take a jog every morning on the beach and think the same thoughts over and over again. Yes I was Hannah Montana, but that's all changed now. I stopped singing when I was 16. when my mom died. She was so supportive with Hannah Montana, after seeing her go, I didn't think I could do it anymore. I think about the night I found out she was gone. My dad came to my room in tears saying, "Your mama was in an accident, baby girl, she didn't make it." Ever since then, these jogs are when I let out my feeling and cry.
While I'm out, my dad does the same and cries at home. He took my mom's death harder than even I did. When I would come back, I would ask if he cried and he would lie and so would I.
Every night, I attended a night school where I made up education I missed because of Hannah Montana. With me in the night school was my best friend since middle school Oliver Oken. He always failed and took this course with me. But it wouldn't matter to him, his dad owned Oken Industries, the paper makers.
He would come out of his office and see a nice looking woman in the elevator.
"Hi, I'm Oliver, but you can call me Ollie. How would you like to come to my apartment tonight, just me and you."
"Sorry, I'm engaged," the woman would say.
"That's ok. I won't tell if you won't."
And then, the man he thought was the elevator attendant turned around and screamed, "That's my fiancé!"
I waited for Oliver by the elevator to see him being strangled, this really muscular man.
It's always me who saves him. I guess you can see that he wasn't really as charming as he thought he was.
"Why do you keep hitting on the wrong people?" I would always ask.
"Whatever Miles," Oliver said with a broken nose, I have a date with Renee.
"Your dog?"
"Shut up ok!"