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I own absolutely nothing, exceptexceptexcept Carrie.

WARNING: This story contains femslash, aka girls kissing, so don't read if you are offended. Also, I love readers and would love suggestions, or if the think the story should be a different rating tell me please. And no flames. )

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Chapter One

The Contest

MEET HANNAH MONTANA! THIS IS A ONCE IN A LIFETIME CHANCE TO MEET THE ONE AND ONLY ROCK STAR HANNAH MONTANA!
THE ONE RANDOMLY CHOSEN WINNER WILL HAVE THE CHANCE TO MEET HANNAH, RIDE IN A LIMO AROUND MALIBU WITH HER, AND HANG OUT AT HER REAL LIFE HOUSE IN MALIBU!
SEE BELOW TO ENTER.

Carrie Felts stared at the ad standing in Blockbuster. Ohmygod. Hannah Montana? Meet her? Ohmygod omigod ohhhh my God.

"Carrie? What're you staring at?"

Carrie spun around to see her best friend, Stacy Pine, carrying some chick flicks in one hand, her other hand on her hip. Stacy's dark brown eyebrows were raised, making her green eyes pop out of her head a little.

"Oh, oh, Stace! A contest to meet Hannah Montana!" Carrie said it in an almost-whisper, like it was her secret for nobody else to know.

"Come onnnn, Carrie. A billion people are going to enter that contest, and it's too unlikely you'd win. I mean, we live in Malibu. She's not that far, I guess. So why would they pick someone who already lives here?" Stacy looked agitated now, agitated but pretty. Stacy was a beautiful girl, and Carrie felt intimidated around her.

"Well, I might." Carrie shrugged. She tucked a strand of shoulder-length dark blonde hair over her shoulder and grabbed the pen chained to the billboard. She teared one of the slips off, wrote her name, age, address, city, phone number, and email address on it and dropped it in the box below.

"You done?"

"Yeah, I guess." A good feeling rushed through her. I know I'm going to meet Hannah.

I know it.

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Miley Stewart stood in a small office surrounded by body guards. A small man in a suit sat in the desk in front of her. Her dark hair was down and curled out at the bottom.

"Mmkay, so I just pick one-a these?" Miley asked with her southern drawl, gesturing to the large box in front of her.

"Yes," the man nodded to confirm it.

"Okaaayyy," she said. Miley reached in and pulled out a slip of paper from the middle.

"Her name's Carrie Felt, she's 13 and from Malibu." Miley nodded approvingly.

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"Herrllo?" Carrie mumbled into the telephone groggily. What time was it? She glanced at her alarm clock. 11:00.

"Hi, can I speak to Carrie Felts?" The voice on the other end asked. It was a light, friendly southern voice.

"Uhm, this is herrrr..."

"Did I wake you up? Sorry. Anyways, this is Mi -- Hannah Montana calling to let you know you've won the Meet Hannah contest!"

"Whaaaa?" Carrie was awake now.

"You won!"

"OhmygodIknewit!"

"Pardon?"

"I KNEW IT! YES OHHH THANK YOU. I'm -- I'm a big fan of yours, real big. Um, but anyways..."

"Oh, cool! You sound great. A limo's gonna be at your house at 9:30 AM tommorow, so make sure you're up. You're spending the night at my house, so bring an overnight bag and stuff. See you tommorow!"

"BYE!"

"Bye!"

Carrie hung up the phone on her nightstand. She picked it up again.

"Hey, Stace? It's Carrie. I won."