Here's the first chapter.

My parents always told me that there was a reason why everything happened. They told me that the reason they got married was so they could have me as a wonderful daughter. That was when they told me that they were getting a divorce. I asked them for the reason why they were getting a divorce. My mom said that it was because they didn't love each other like they used to. I asked them for the reason why they didn't love each other the way they used to. My dad told me that it was none of my business and told me to go outside and do tricks on the new ramp he had just built me for my skateboard.

Instead of going outside to do tricks on my skateboard, I went up to my room and listened while my parents argued over who would have custody of me. That was the first moment where I really doubted what my parents said. Was there really a reason why they were getting divorced other than the fact that they didn't love each other like they used to? Why were they fighting over me?

Seven years later, I'm asking questions along the same lines. Is there really a reason why everything is happening? Why do the bad things always have to happen to me? Did I do something to deserve this or some sick, sadistic god just trying to fool around with me and amuse himself with the ways I react to the obstacles he sends into my path?

There have only been two really good things that have happened to me in my life that I can really remember. My two best friends, Miley Stewart and Oliver Oken.

I've been friends with Oliver since kindergarten. We did everything together, went skateboarding and surfing, played in basketball, soccer, and baseball leagues, hung out at the beach, watched movies, everything. We grew a little farther apart during middle school, but we still stayed pretty close.

Miley moved to Malibu from Tennessee at the beginning of seventh grade. We immediately became best friends, telling each other everything. While Oliver and I grew farther apart, Miley and I grew closer together. The three of us were always called the three musketeers because it was very rare that we were seen without each other at school.

A few months after Miley moved to Malibu, I found out that she was Hannah Montana, teen pop sensation. That was the first time we really fought because I was hurt that she wouldn't tell me her most important secret. It seemed like she didn't trust me. Then she showed me her Hannah closet… and we got into another fight about how she really couldn't trust me. After we finally made up, we were inseparable.

I became Lola Luftnagle when I accompanied Miley to her concerts. My normal skater shorts were traded for bright and tight pants, hoodies and jackets traded for bright and tight t-shirts, wristbands traded for necklaces, large earrings, and bangles, and hair traded for multiple wigs of many different colors. In other words, there is no way that anyone could ever suspect that bright and loud Lola Luftnagle is really skater Lilly Truscott.

We eventually had to tell Oliver that Miley was Hannah Montana because of a huge crush he had on Hannah, which quickly faded after he found out that it was really Miley. He became Mike Standley III (don't even ask) and we once again became the three musketeers, just with a blonde wig, crazily bright clothes, and a beard made out of armpit hair (once again, don't ask).

But I'm now approaching my sophomore year in high school, and I can feel something coming. Something that will once again change my life. I don't know what it is, but I have a feeling that it will knock me off my feet, that it won't be the good type of surprise I wish I could have. I can only hope that I'll be able to stand back up.

In the past, I've been able to withstand everything that's come at me, but I don't think I'll be able to stand much more, with my parents divorced, my mother living some sort of half life and my father completely out of my life, one of my best friends being a boy, and my other best friend already having lost her mother. This is a storm I'll have to weather out myself.

Well, there's the first chapter. I know that it's really short, but I'm going to be posting the next chapter as soon as I get this one up, and I promise that it's longer. So if you could please REVIEW, I would really appreciate it. Thanks!

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