Disclaimer: Do not own anything except characters you don't recognize. I kind of own the plot, but the plot actually happened in real life.

Please do not tell me that this idea has already been used (twice), because this is my version (well, one was also my version, but this is my new one, because the other was on my other account that I'm not using anymore). I've changed it, though, the last one the mean one was Jeanette but here it's Yvonne. Also, yes, everything in this story actually happened in real life, so don't actually ask. Anyway, please R&R!

I'm sure by now everyone knows the story of Amber Addison and Ashley Dewitt, and how they're mean, right? But have you ever wondered how they got that way?

My name is Miley Stewart, and I've decided to tell you how exactly everything went down.

It was a June morning. Every morning before school, two of my friends Amber and Ashley would come before school and walk with me. I lived only about six or seven minutes away by walking, so we met at my house. That morning, Amber proudly gave us the invitations to her upcoming birthday party. I knew Amber was already over dramatic (one morning she made a big speech about me over sleeping, and I had slept in for only two minutes…ooh, someone call the cops on me!), but she was acting like she was giving us tickets to the movie premiere of New Moon or something ridiculous like that. And I say ridiculous because I love the book Twilight but I despise the movie.

Anyway, she was jabbering on and on and on about her stupid party. I know I shouldn't say it's stupid, she is my best friend after all, but seriously, it's not a big deal.

"I'm like, begging my mom to take Mark to Chuck E Cheese's or something, because I do not want him crashing my party!" Amber said. My mouth fell open in shock.

"Amber, Mark's your little brother! I know he's annoying, but still, let him come," I told her. I was kind of fed up with Mark, but he was only six, maybe seven. Besides, he lived with Amber, it wouldn't technically be crashing.

"What are you saying, Miles?" she asked me, turning defensive.

"Just forget it. Is Sarah invited?" Sarah was our friend. She was a planet lover, and she kind of owed me, considering I had given her five gatorades throughout just last month (she wasn't allowed to drink them). She had the sweetest boyfriend in the world—Oliver Oken—and was totally nice, despite her potty mouth.

Amber got really nervous, and suddenly Ashley piped up, "Oh, Sarah can't come. She, uh, has other plans."

How did Ashley know this?

"Okay…what about Becca?"

Becca went to another school, but next year she'll be transferring to our school. She was the exact opposite of a girly girl, but she did enjoy being a girl. It was weird and confusing, but whatever. Becca is my best friend, besides Lilly, Amber, and Ashley, but I hardly get to see her because of the disagreement between our parents. Then, I remembered that Becca couldn't come, it would be a slumber party the day after the last day of school and Becca's district was still in session for another week after ours.

"Of course!" Amber said scoffing. She has a habit of doing that a lot. I wanted to tell her that she wouldn't, but I kept it secret.

"Tell her about the cake," Ashley said. Why did Ashley know about all of this already? I was always the first to be told about everything that came out of Amber's mouth.

"Oh, yeah, because I'm such an excellent artist," Amber said, bragging. Amber has amazing artistic skills, but we already know it. Besides, it made me feel bad because I can't draw a simple square right. "My cake is gonna have a drawing by me right in the center! And then the frosting is going to coordinate with the colors in the picture."

Not to be mean, but I didn't know Amber knew a word like coordinate. That sounds more like my department, or Becca's. Not Amber's. Me and Becca are definitely the smartest out of all of us, not to brag or anything. That's definitely Amber's department.

"That sounds so cool," I said, wondering what drawing would be on the cake. Amber's drawings were amazing, but not Pablo Picasso or Jack Dawson good.

"Oh, and Anastasia's coming," Ashley said. Anastasia was Ashley's cousin that Amber looked up to like a sister…or worse, a goddess.

"Cool. I'll finally get to meet her."

"Uh…I don't think she'll want to meet you," Amber said coldly to me.

"Huh? What is that supposed to mean?" I asked. I could feel tears coming to my eyes, but I told myself not to cry here. Not in front of them after they just insulted me.

"I mean she won't want to meet you. I mean, all you talk about is swimming and Ryan," she said, looking like she was going to throw up when she said 'Ryan'. Ryan was what we called Jake Ryan, because last year he had broken my heart and totally destroyed my feelings, so I refused to call him by his first name anymore. In fact, no one that hung out with us knew him as Jake. Just Ryan.

"That is not all I talk about," I defended.

"Oh, that's right," Ashley said. "You talk about swimming, Ryan, and Becca!"

They both laughed at me, but I didn't see what was so funny. I excused myself from the room to brush my teeth, do my hair, and put on my makeup like I did every morning. But that day, instead of spending two minutes brushing my teeth, I cried. I don't know what got to me, but something did, and I wasn't sure what it was. But something was definitely not right here. I made friends with both Amber and Ashley last year. Amber I didn't really have a choice about. Lilly was the only one I knew in my class, and Amber wouldn't leave her alone, so me and her became friends. Ashley was new that year, and I felt bad for her, considering she didn't have any friends, so I hung out with her, and now we seemed unseperable.

Until today.

What had happened?

Ooh, cliffy! I want to apologize beforehand, because I do not own Anastasia. The person Ashley is based off of actually has a cousin that meets the description I gave. I also want to apologize in case I accidentally slip and call someone by the wrong name. Like if I say Yvonne, Sabrina, Jeanette, Chelsea, Tre, Hanna, Andrew, Andrew, or Shyla instead of Amber, Ashley, Lilly, Becca, Danny, Sarah, Mark, Jake Ryan, or Anastasia respectively, or if someone accidentally calls me Maddie or Madison, because that may happen. (By the way, I know that the name Andrew appears twice, Yvonne's little brother is named Andrew and so is the most popular guy at school, which is why I chose him to be Jake Ryan.)

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--Maddie Marie