Miley's Point Of View:

I hate Mondays. Stupid, boring, pointless Mondays. I mean, what are they for? Oh yeah, learning. Pffft. Yeah, right. Suddenly, my phone started to vibrate violently on my bed side table, I picked it up and check the caller ID: Mitchie.

"Hi, Mithie" I yawned, half asleep.

"Good Mornin' sleepyhead! Are you even awake yet?" she questioned.

"Of course I am!" I sighed, jumping out of bed.

"You better be, I'm just on your front step right now!" she giggled.

Oh no.

"What?!" I checked the time: 7: 45.

Mitchie laughed on her side of the phone, "Let me guess," she giggled, "Your not ready yet?"

"No! I better go, Mitch. I'll see you in a sec. I'll be right down, okay?"

"Sure thing!" Mitchie grinned, then hung up.

I sprang to my closet and pulled out my jeans.

"Miley!" My mom yelled from downstairs, "Mitchie is here!"

"Okay, I'll be right down!" I yelled back.

I pulled on my jeans and an old white top I found at the back of my closet. After putting on my new converses, I ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"Miley Stewart get down here right now! Your going to be late!" My mom called.

"I'm coming!" I shouted, scrambling down the stairs.

"There you are!" Mitchie smiled.

My mom handed me some burnt toast and kissed my cheek, "Have a great day at school, girls," she said, smiling at us both, "Don't get into any trouble!"

"We wont!" me and Mitchie said in unison.

As we walked down my street, Mitchie went to straight to her latest date details on Joe.

"He was so romantic! He sang to me. It was so sweet. Then he gave me a rose and we kissed and it was just amazing!" Mitchie said happily.

"Wow." I smirked.

"What?" Mitchie asked.

"You really like this guy" I said.

"Duh!" Mitchie smiled.

"Okay, cool." I grinned.

Mitchie looked at me curiously, "Miley, what is it?!" she asked.

"Its just…you, in a relationship!" I told her, "You always used to say how you hated boys, especially Joe, and now you're going out with him! It's so weird…"

Mitchie thought for a moment. "Oh" she shrugged.

"You don't think it's weird?" I asked.

"No." Mitchie grinned, "I think…I think…"

"You think what?" I asked.

"I think I'm in love with Joe Gray!" Mitchie burst.

"WHAT?!" I screamed.

"What's wrong?" Mitchie asked me, searching me face.

"Love is a big word, Mitch." I said, almost gasping for breath.

"So?" she asked, a little mad.

"Well, are you sure you're ready to say it?" I questioned.

Mitchie had to think for a moment, but then nodded. "Sure I am" she grinned.

All the way to school silence fell upon us. I couldn't think of anything to say. Mitchie, in love? Something must be wrong here…

"So…"Mitchie began, "Are you cool with that?".

"Of course I am, silly!" I promised.

"So why aren't we talking?"

I sighed, "I don't know. Let's talk now."

Mitchie suddenly hugged me, "Promise…Promise you'll always be my best friend no matter what. Promise me, okay?" she asked into my chest.

"You know I will, Mitch, always and forever" I promised.

"Good" Mitchie smiled, pulling away from the hug.

As we entered school, we noticed a huge crowd gathering around in the hall. Without even thinking, me and Mitchie went to go and check what all the fuss was about.

"What's going on?" I asked Lily.

"Selena's what's going on" Lily said, pointing to the front of the crowd.

"What's she doing this time?" Mitchie asked.

"She's talking Nick details" Lily sighed.

"Ew" I muttered.

"Wait, then why are you standing around and watching, Lily? I thought you hated Selena?" Mitchie thought aloud.

"I do" Lily said, "But my locker is right next to where she's standing and I need my books!"

Later, in class, me and Mitchie secured our seats at the back of the class room. Selena soon entered with her 'friends' and they began to head straight for us. Great.

"Hey, losers" Selena giggled, "Why did you two even bother to come into school today?".

"Why did you even bother to put any make-up on, Selena? It just makes you look more fake!" I grinned.

Mitchie smirked and gave me a high-five.

"Loser." Selena hissed and hurried to her seat as Ms. Clapp entered the class room.

"Welcome, class. Today we're going to be working on poetry." Ms. Clapp informed us.

As soon as the word 'poetry' was said, the class moaned-all except me. Call me weird, but I love poetry, but, clearly, no one else in my class did.

"Poetry is fun!" Ms. Clapp said, trying to make the class brighten up, "Um, Miss. Stewart, you love poetry, don't you?".

Oh. My. God.

The class started to giggle. Great.

"Um…well…it's okay, I guess" I blushed, sinking down into my seat.

"See? Miss. Stewart has a wonderful talent when it comes to poetry. In fact, why don't you read one of your amazing poems out, Miley?" Ms. Clapp asked me.

"I'd rather not" I flushed, sinking so slow that my thin was touching the table in front of me.

"We'd love to hear your poems, Miley" Selena smiled evilly.

"Oh, yeah. Go on, read them out!" Selena's evil boyfriend, Nick Gray, smiled.

"I…I don't want to" I said, holding me hands up in front of me.

"Please, Miley?" Ms. Clapp asked.

Slowly, knowing I was defeated, I walked up to the front of the class ignoring all the whispers which were going on around me.

Ms. Clapp handed me my book and I stared at the evil words which were staring back at me. I'd created these evil words and now I totally regretted working hard on my English.

"Read it!" Kevin Gray called from his seat; loudly.

All of a sudden, the whole class started chanting: "Read it, read it, read it!".

"Calm down, class!" Ms. Clapp ordered.

I sighed and began to read.

"There's always gunna be another mountain,

I'm always gunna wanna make it move,

Always gunna be a up hill battle,

Sometimes I'm gunna have to loose,

Ain't about how fast I get there,

Ain't about what's waiting on the side,

Life's a climb."

Ms. Clapp began to clap proudly, and Mitchie copied her, but the rest of the class stayed silent.

I started to beg the ground to swallow me up. I wanted to run home, go into my bedroom, get under my covers and never come back out again.

"That was amazing!" Mitchie cheered.

The rest of the class looked at her weird.

"That was amazing, Miley. You should be proud of yourself!" Ms. Clapp, now my least favourite teacher, grinned and gestured for me to go back to my seat.

"That was great, Miles!" Mitchie whispered as I sat down in my seat.

"No it wasn't!" I protested, "It was horrible!"

"Don't say that, Miley!" Nick Gray whispered to me, "You know it was much worse that that!"

I suddenly felt upset, and dropped my head into my hands.

"Miles, are you alright?" Mitchie asked.

"Is something wrong, Mitchie?" Ms. Clapp asked.

"Yes" Mitchie said, "I think there is something wrong with Miley."

"I'm fine" I lied, giving Ms. Clapp my best fake smiled.

After class, Mitchie dragged me into the toilets.

"What was wrong with you in class?!" she asked.

"It was nothing, just a little embarrassment!" I told her.

"Why would you be embarrassed?! Your poem was out-of-this world amazing! So don't let Selena or Nick get you down, okay?" Mitchie asked.

I nodded slowly.

But, deep down, something else was hurting and I wasn't sure what it was…