CHAPTER 1
"Class
dismissed," Professor Robertson screamed to his class of
innocent NYU freshmen. Among those freshmen was Miley Stewart. She
sat in the back row daydreaming of her boyfriend of 4 years, Jake
Ryan. She was studying Vocal Performance, and even though she loved
the class, she couldn't stand the teacher. Professor Robertson was a
balding, pudgy man with suspenders. He wad been angry ever since his
divorce 3 years ago, and his students suffered.
"Miss
Stewart, ya gonna leave the classroom, or do you wanna spend the
night in here?" he yelled at Miley. Miley awoke from her
daydreams.
"Sorry, Professor." Miley got up out of her
seat and grabbed her bag."Um, Professor Robertson? I was wanting
to talk to you about my paper on the history of music."
"Hey,Miles.Me,Oliver and Lilly are gonna go down to The
Bean. Wanna come?" Jake walked in the empty classroom.
"I'll
be there in 5 minutes. I've gotta talk to Professor Robertson about
my paper." Miley smiled at him.
"OKay, vanilla
frappuccino?" Jake smiled back at her.
"YOu got
it,babe." The couple exchanged longing glances.
"Aw.
How adorable!" Professor Robertson said with sarcasm. "You
had a question, Miss Stewart?" He tapped his watch
impatiently.Jake left; Miley knew Professor Robertson scared the
heebeejeebees out of Jake.
"Oh yeah, um, I couldn't do my
paper last night. I want to request an extension." Miley glanced
at him hopefully.
"Aw, what happened? Your dog ate your
homework? Your grandma's boyfriend's son's uncle died?" he asked
with mock concern.
"Actually, we preferred to call him
Mike." Miley wiped a fake tear from her eyes, hoping that he
would buy her lame excuse. Mile couldn't run the risk of slipping the
fact that she was performing for a crowd of 20,000 people last night
as popstar Hannah Montana.
"Miss Stewart, that doesn't work
with me."
"Darnit!" Miley exclaimed.
"You
either do your paper, or you get an F. I don't care what happens!
Miss, Stewart, I'll let you in on a secret of how things work here at
NYU. You get the assignment, you do it!"
"I'm
sorry,Sir, but I had..previous engagements, and the paper was
assigned yesterday. I really had no time."
"Kid, this
is college. I don't care about your "previous engagements",
I care about your work."
Miley left the classroom. 'An F?!
My dad will be so disappointed in me!' She thought. 'I guess NYU is
not what I thought it would be.'