A few months back, my mom's best friend from high school died of breast cancer. My mom really took it to heart, and she's never really been the same since. (If you're wondering where I'm going with all of this by now, all will be explained soon enough.) Anyway, her best friend was divorced and didn't have any true family to speak of, so right before she passed away, she named my mom as the guardian of her 17-year-old daughter, Heather.
So when my mom came back from the funeral in Boise, I got a distraught mother and adopted sister. I didn't really mind that much; actually, I was excited. I'd always wanted to have a big sister, you know, someone to look up to and talk to when Miley was off on a Hannah thing or Oliver was busy. So what's my problem, you ask? Let me explain.
It wasn't long before we discovered Heather's musical talent. She had an awesome voice, and has played electric guitar for about four years. So, naturally, Miley and Robbie Ray gave her a shot to be a rock star. And she took it, creating secret identity and everything. Her rock star side is a curly-haired brunette named Krystal, whose style is kind of punk and girly all at the same time. Needless to say, Krystal is what I always wanted to be if I could be anyone other than Lilly (and, of course, Lola). Heather has everything I've ever wanted . . . including Oliver, who didn't take long to become infatuated with her and her secret identity.
But why don't I just tell you the story?
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-packersgirl37