Crowley Corners, Tennessee.
Town is boring as can be.
Got my horse and got my hat
Stabbed my brother in the back
Tracie Brody is my name
Being irresponsable is my game.

"Tracie, could you call that brother of yours. Tell him Ruby called she wants him to get Blue-jeans ready for Miley's home-coming"

Miley, Miley, Miley, everyone was so excited for Miss. Miley's home coming. Doesn't everyone know with Miley comes that snake of a brother she has. Jackson Stewart, the most annoying, rude, abnoxious boy to be born in Crowley Corners. Okay, so he doesn't come with Miley, he's been here a few days already I saw him driving by in Ruby's death trap Chevy yesterday afternoon. HOWEVER, that is besides the point.

The boy totured me in grade school, I actually threw a party when they moved to Malibu.
It was pretty much me, myself and I at it though becuase my Mom said it was rude to do so, so I celebrated by eating choclate cake and not having to share it with the human pig Jackson Stewart.

"Sure" I call back into the house, I pick up my cell phone out of my jeans pocket. Yes a cell phone we do own them you know.
One ring, two rings pick up Travis or I'll kick your ass...

"Hello?" Travis picks up in a bored tone, I curse the day he got Caller ID I couldn't prank call him anymore. It was a sad day.

See before Travis got caller ID I had fun pretending to be his secret lover. Not in a creepy way, though I'd often call pretending to be some girl from our school and gush over his 'majorly hott' bod and his 'too cute for words' personality. The phone conversations usually ended with him stuttering after I gave him a play by play of how he looked walking down the hall.
Trust me I was picturing Joe Jonas's tight butt when I thought about it though. Then after throughly embarassing him I'd hang up because I couldn't keep the laughter in anymore.
All in all those days were pretty productive, until he got caller ID so he could call this 'Misty' back. I mean if he's stupid enough to believe I was named after a character from Pokemon he deserved all he got. Long story short... he found out it was me, because I didn't know he had caller ID when I called. Needless to say he didn't talk to me for a week.

Now as a person I am nice, I mean it is my job to toture my little brother, sure he's only a couple years younger but I do love him. So when he didn't talk to me for that week I spent it sucking up to him to the point where my Ma got curious as to why I was offering to do his chores, clean his room and do his homework.

"Ma said Ruby called. Get Blue-jeans ready for Miley"
"Yeah, I'm on my way to the field now. Could you tell Ma, Ruby invited you and her over for cake in an hour?"
"Suppose" I mutter. As much as I like cake, I don't like eating cake around Jackson; it's dangerous.

"See you later"
"Yeah, bye squrit" I hang up trudging back into the house to extend Ruby's invitation. Then again I could always not tell her.. I ponder this before heading back into the house.
If I didn't she'd find out and I'd be literally and metaphorically dead. Great.


"Sorry? What exactly are you apoligizing for? Other then not coming to see my sooner?" I joke giving Miley a hug.
"Tracie! When did you get here?" she asks with a smile, I had basically run into her on my way into the kitchen.

"Like, two seconds ago. Now I want some of that cake your Daddy's been passing out" I smile stepping around the sixteen year old. She had changed that was for sure, now I wonder what my dear little brother thought of these changes.

"Tracie Brody" a drawl comes from behind me, I spin on my heel my blonde hair whipping around with my head. I knew that voice.
"Jackson Stewart" I retort turning to face a very mature looking boy. This was not that Jackson that left, though I'm pretty sure he's the same height he was back when he left.

Now I'm not going to lie, Jackson is a very attractive boy. To an extent. He's gross, annoying and acts like a girl at times. He think's he's funny when he really isn't and he has no idea how to treat a lady.

"Tracie?"
"Uh, yes. I believe we've already been through this" I say in confusion. Why was he looking at me like that..?
"You look so..different."
"Uh, thank you?" Was there a point to this conversation, and was that suppose to be insulting or nice?

"Well, well Miss. Brody, I see you and Jackson found each other" Mr. Stewart's voice jars the two of us from our thoughts making us jump apart. I haddn't noticed how close we had been standing until now. Then again, him and I. Pressed together. Good idea. Ugh! What am I thinking.

"Mr. Stewart!" I smile hugging the older man, Like Robby Ray my Mom was a singel parent so when Miley and Jackson needed a Mom she was the one they would come too.
When I or Travis needed a Dad, we'd come make some sandwitches with Mr. Stewart. Problem fixed. Though I'm pretty sure Jackson just came over a lot to bother me as a child making, well forcing me to retreat to the Stewart house so I could complain to his father about his ape like son. Robby's opinion of the manner?
"He's just doing all those things because he likes you darlin' "

"Tracie, how's my little string bean?"
I crinkle my nose, string bean. I guess it applyed still, from all those hours outside working I was still slim and trim like I had been as a child.
However as a mature 18 year old women I had women bumps and curves in all the right places.

"Great, how long are you guys back for?"
"Well, Miles and I are here for a few weeks. Jackson on the other hand is starting school"
"University of Texas?" I ask turning to the younger Stewart man who was scarfing down cake like it was going out of style.

"Na Tenashee Tate"
"What" I sharply ask turing to Mr. Stewart who was trying to back away into the kitchen. He did not just try and say Tennesse State, as in Tennesse State University.
As in..my school..the school I'm attending to become a teacher, he's going to be farting around in.

"Tennesse State University" Jackson clarifys with a gulp. I shake my head, this could not be happening.
"But...but, that's my school"
"Really?"
"Oh boy" Mr. Stewart mutters turing into the Living Room to leave me to wallow in self pity.

I had to go to the same school as the yuppy? That mean, car rides to and from school together because Mom wouldn't want me to waste too much gas.
I was never going to get rid of this kid, though..if he worked out a bit I don't think I'd mind all tha much.