I do not own Hannah Montana
My writing is a crossover of the movie 13- rent the DVD 13 it's a awesome movie!
-Lifestory
Hi, my name is Miley; I am originally from California that was my favorite state. All of my friends were there especially my best friend Izzy. I was a great student, top in my class, had the perfect boyfriend named Mark. Everything fell into place, I was so perfect, and everybody wanted to be me. Everything changed, I moved, I felt lonely, I was a different person, I was never me again.
I woke up, trying to think that my life was a terrible nightmare and I was going to wake up. I never did.
"MOM, WHY DO WE HAVE TO MOVE?!?"
"Sweetheart, I told you I got remarried, have you forgotten that? "
"…your going to ruin my life…you know that right?"
"Love you too"
I walk to school, everything is black and white, I've never felt so sick in my life. My boyfriend walked past me, I thought I could talk to him try and see if he wanted to cheer me up. I went to say hi and was going to give him the biggest bear hug, he turned away, he didn't he even look me in the eyes. He looked so cute today, the sun made his chocolate brown hair shimmer. He looked at me with his big green eyes, he was sad, I didn't want to know what he was going to talk to me about today, I felt it. What a lot of people didn't know was that our relationship was all a joke, nothing but a lie, and I knew when something was wrong.
The bell rang, I didn't do my work for all 8 classes, what was the point anyway, I was moving, it wouldn't follow me. I was going toward my lockers, no one could look me in the face, I felt depression around me, I saw a light blue cover everyone. I finally came to my locker, Mark was standing there waiting for me. I went for a kiss, but he rejected, I knew something was wrong. He told me everything, he said he was sorry, he went to hug me but I slapped him and walked away. I never felt so embarrassed in my life, I went outside, she was standing there, I knew she was waiting for me. I didn't want her to give her any signs of me being sad. I looked at her shirt, I saw a lump. Why couldn't he have lied to me, why did it have to be true?
I went home, I packed my things…I layed at my bed, looked around and peeked through my window, and cried for my life.
(Not a chapter just a forward into a story)
We finally were in Florida, We got into a man's cab, it smelled like dead people and old cologne, I swear I saw a big off pizza with mold on it. Worst experience of a taxi, but mom wanted to go home, she just gave us hand sanitizer and a prayer. We finally got to the house. I didn't like it already, so what, I'm very picky.
"Well sweeties, we are finally at are destination! What do you think?"
O yea did I tell you that I have an annoying 6 year old sister? Her names Emily, she was adopted. I love her, I really do, but sometimes I still wish I was the only child.
"Mom its so awesome! What do you think Miles?"
"It could be better, but whatever I'm tired, lets just go inside."
*sigh *
We go inside the house; it was very beautiful inside, why couldn't the contractors make it even better on the outside? The house got a 5 star rating but I don't care, I want to old my house back. I find a room that is big and totally mine. I walk in and take a deep breath, and wait for the movers. I walk outside, and tell the movers where my room is. I walk outside, and there is this beautiful girl, I never knew I could stare at a girl for so long. The funny part is I don't really go that way, but it was weird, I felt attached already. She smiled at me, winked, and went inside. I could feel the desire, I felt attached, she came back outside, and said
"Hey, the names Cara, can I ask why you like to stare?"
"I don't know, I'm sorry"
"Its okay, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure why not my day is pretty much off today"
"Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Umm, I guess?"
"Geez, I was kidding, Ha-ha, you thought I was actually telling the truth?"
"No?"
I looked at her arm, it was red, and I saw cuts, I was wondering and asking myself what did she do. She also had a bruise on her left shoulder and a cut on her neck. I wondered if she was beaten by her father maybe even her mother. She looked at me, I looked at her, and she said:
"Whatever you are thinking, stop, I don't need help, if you want to be my friend, don't analyze me, I don't want another Doctor, I need a friend."