Title: Septuplets
Summary: Hannah Montana/Suite Life/Wizards crossover. A new Tipton opens up in a Malibu, California. The Martin family is transferred there, as well as Maddie and Mr. Moseby, and London decides to go there as well to get away from Lance. The Russo family moves in after their mom gets fired, and finds out that they're hiring. Also, a new family, the Mitchell family, moves in when their parents desperately need jobs.
Rating: T
Pairings: Not giving it away yet.
Disclaimer: I own Hannah Montana. Okay, maybe not, but a girl can wish can't she?
Hi, my name is Miley Rae Stewart, and I'm sixteen years old. I am also known as Hannah Montana. I am an only child, except for my annoying older brother whom I believe was born just to torture me, because I don't see any other purpose to his life. Anyway, I like with my dad and Jackson in Malibu, California. We moved here from Tennessee a few months after my mom passed away. Daddy says we moved here to start fresh. That's when I started singing. I realized that I wanted to have a normal life, because my daddy believed that it was best. I went to get a disguise at this small town near Texas, where I met my soon-to-be bodyguard. When we finally arrived in Cali, I made friends, and enemies.
My best friends are Lillian Anne Truscott, skater-girl and soon-to-be fashion designer, Oliver Oscar Oken, the doughnut, and Mariana Cassandra Nelson, the smart one. We always hang out together, and I mean ALWAYS! Now, my enemies, well, where should I start? There's Mikayla, who is stuck up and thinks she's better than everyone else, Amber and Ashley, the mean girls, Rico, who embarrasses me whenever he can, and Heather, who isn't really my enemy, but she's Lilly's, so that has to count for something.
The story I'm about to tell you is full of action, love, hate, and friendship. This story contains a big number of people who look alike, a weird name for a weird couple, plenty of mistakes, an F on a science test, and doughnuts. This story is all about what happened during my teen years and my twenties. This story is my story.
To understand the story better, I'll start with a flashback. This took place right around my birth, before my mother died, and when Jackson was even more clueless than he is now.
Flashback (3rd person)
"Isn't it great Robbie Ray? We're going to have a girl!" said Brooke, 6 months pregnant, sitting on her comfy couch at home.
"Yes, honey. It's great! What should we name her?" Robbie Ray asked his ecstatic wife.
"I don't know, maybe Emily, or Riley," she said, thinking about it.
"We should give her a unique name. I can just feel she's going to be a unique girl," he said after a few minutes of pondering.
"Let's not worry about it. When we think of a good name, we'll know it." She said, grabbing the remote. "For now, let's just watch some news."
Brooke turned on the TV, which was on the news channel, she was about to change the channel when something caught her eye.
"This is Lanette Goldberg with your evening news. I'm here to bring you the exclusive story of Septuplets. This is Leah and Michael Mitchell. Leah is the first woman in the United States to ever give birth to Septuplets. Now, if you didn't know, septuplets are like twin or triplets, except there are seven of them . . ."
"Sweetie, could you imagine having to name all of those kids?" Robbie Ray asked.
"I'd be more concerned about taking care of them!" Brooke replied.
"Yeah, that would be hard. Plus, I'd probably go deaf while you were giving birth to them. Your scream is out there," he said, chuckling to himself.
"Are you making fun of a pregnant woman? That's not very nice, Robbie," she said, hitting him playfully.
End Flashback
Now, you're probably wondering where I'm going with this. Well . . .
A/N: Was it okay? Was it awful? Comment please!