Hey everyone! This is my second story. Some of it is continued from A Week With Hannah Montana. So here's a short recap incase you didn't read it:

"Oh my GOD! Are you totally serious?" Amber asked, jumping up and down with Ashley.

"Yes I am totally serious. You and one other guest have just won two tickets to go on tour with HANNAH MONTANA!"

"Hmm… you know, I could teach them to be nice. Or I could teach them to be complete idiots. I think I'll go with idiots!" Miley said.

"You guys can't watch that TV." Miley said to Amber and Ashley. "Its against my religion!"

"Why do you have toothpaste on your face?" Ashley asked.

"Because, it's like… a moisturizer! It gets rid of acne and makes your face smooth and pure. If you want your face as clean as mine, put on toothpaste every single day, every two hours… except when your sleeping," Miley said.

"Johnny Collins likes… MILEY STEWART!" Amber cried.

"You didn't know this, but I am a black belt!" Miley yelled.

"I can not believe I'm doing this," Miley said to herself and held up a lock of her brown curly hair. With out even looking at the bottle, or having any clue what-so-ever what to do, she poured out some of the blonde hair dye and looked at it in disgust.

The beautiful blonde hair that Miley put in a ponytail when they got outside was now BRIGHT ORANGE!

BLONDE HAIR DYE

If over heated may change colors if hair is thick

"Well, I was actually calling because I was wondering… if maybe, you would sometime want to go out with me?" Johnny asked.

"Um, yeah sure!" Miley answered.

Miley opened the door to see Amber and Ashley still sleeping. Amber was drooling all over her bed and Ashley was cuddling with a stuffed puppy. She couldn't help herself. She grabbed her camera and snapped some pictures- they might come in handy later.

"So anyways, if everyone is going to be dying their hair orange, you'd better get started!" Miley told amber and Ashley. By the time they were done, Miley was cracking up because they all looked like giant oranges.

"HEY! Someone get that guy! He stole my purse! HELPPP!" Miley screamed

"Hannah, go get him! You're a blackbelt!" Amber said

The robber was almost at the bottom of the stairs, so Miley decided to improvise, and pretend she knew exactly what she was doing. She ran down the stairs so she was 3 steps above him, and jumped on top of him, knocking both of them down. The robber was down, but so was she. Her ankle was killing her!

"Daddy, does this mean the tour is over?" Miley asked.

"Well, yes, you can't sing on stage with a sprained ankle. We're going to have to cut the tour short. I'll go break the news to the girls," He said.

"Seriously. Me and Ashley sorta feel your pain! You probably don't know what its like to go to a public school, but it's harder than it looks. People are always judging you and every second you have to be on top of everything. And then you also have to pay attention to the mean teachers. And there are bullies that threaten to beat you up. And losers that secretly we like but other people expect us to be mean to them! There's never one second you can let your guard down. I'm guessing that's how you're life is," Amber explained.

"Hey is Miley limping?" Amber asked Ashley

"Okay, wait. That is totally the same ankle that Hannah Montana sprained!"

"Oliver, will you go out with me!" Amber finally spat out.

"So…?" Amber said hoping for a good response. But all she got back were blank stares from all three friends.

That summary took longer than I expected! If you haven't read that story yet, and you're still confused, you can read it, but here is my new story:

Disclaimer: I can't believe I forgot this for my last story. Yeah, I don't own Hannah Montana. I do own Dan, and Tiffany.

CHAPTER ONE- Graduation

Miley sat in the middle of a stuffy room with the graduation committee. Of course she didn't want to be in the group, but her English teacher forced her to. He said he chose the most creative people in their grade. Miley never really thought of herself as creative. But to Ms. Mitchell (the teacher), if you have B average in her class, you could be the next Van Gogh.

The only good thing about this was that Johnny Collins, her new boyfriend, was sitting right across from her. They had been going out for a week and haven't been able to say a word to eachother since. Miley didn't have a problem with it. She was saving the talking for their first date.

"Okay, you guys," Tiffany, the giddy redhead started. Ms. Mitchell named her president of the committee because she could 'keep the kid's creativity flowing with her big mouth'—and because she was the biggest kiss-up. "Before we get started, I want to thank Ms. Mitchell for giving me the important job of being president. My life long dream is to be a leader. And without her, I would never know how wonderful it—

"Tiffany, this isn't the Oscars. We don't need a life story. Just get on with it!" A kid named Dan said.

Tiffany frowned, but continued. "Fine. Well anyways, we need to get to work PRONTO! Graduation dance is in one week. Seven days! 168 hours! 10080 minutes! 604—"

"TIFFANY! What part don't you get about get on with it!" Dan snapped.

"OKAY! Well, first things first. We're going to need food, decorations, and music. Now, I have the most fabulously fabulous idea for a fabulous singer. And once you hear my fabulously fabulous idea, you will think it is so fabu—"

"Get. On. With. It!" Dan hollered and Tiffany sighed.

"Alright. Well, I think, that for a singer, I can get HANNAH MONTANA!"

Miley gasped and tipped over on her chair. "I'm okay!" She groaned.

You probably think that this is going to be another one of those boring stories about where Miley has to be at two places at once, and GUESS WHAT! IT IS! Lol. Well, anyways, major suprise at the end, so please read and review! )