Chapter One

I knew it was going to be a good day as soon as I got out of bed. My mom had made breakfast. And it was edible. I stepped outside and onto the street. A pesar del hecho de

I carefully walked down the cracking sidewalk to Miley's house. There was still a nagging worry about the chemistry test today but I'm sure that Rico would have the notes for it. The only thing that was dampening my spirits about today was the fact that my skateboard was gone. I loved my skateboard and never went anywhere without it at my side. I know that Miley saw it as tomboyish and stupid but I didn't care. It was a part of me.

It had broken about a week ago and I had put it in the garage until I could figure out where I could take it to be fixed. The next day when I woke up, it was gone. I did not believe that someone would want to steal an old broken skateboard so I was still holding out hope that it was in my garage somewhere. I would have to look for it later.

Suddenly a loud, "Boo" came up behind me and I screamed like at little girl. I turned around and was about to tell off whoever did that, but my insults were stopped in their tracks. Oliver was standing in front of me with my skateboard. At least it looked like me skateboard. It was in one piece with a new fresh coat of hot pink paint. The dulling wheels had been replaced. Oliver laughed as I continued to gap at him wordlessly like a fish.

"Happy Early Birthday! I know you can't live without it for very long so I fixed it as fast as I could."

I laughed. "Oliver, my birthday's not for 3 months."

Oliver looked sheepish and stared at the ground, "Happy ¾ Birthday!"

He quickly handed me the skateboard and started detailing the work he had done. I was listening enthusiastically until we turned the corner and I saw a strange sight up ahead. Miley's house was surrounded by at least 20 big shiny cars. There were people everywhere and the police were setting up tape and pushing a screaming crowd back.

Oliver and I looked at each other completely terrified.

"You don't think…"

"She wouldn't…"

"But if someone else…"

We tried to get closer to her house but a tall bulky cop blocked us and said, "Get back kids, this is none of your business."

I was indignant, "Of course it's our business; this is our best friend's house."

He chuckled deep and slow, "Sure kid. And me and Michael Jordan go golfing on my days off."

He walked away and we turned around to face the crowd. They were screaming something that was difficult to understand. Oliver and I listened for a few moments before the meaning became perfectly clear.

"Hannah, Hannah!" screamed the hundred teenagers surrounding us.

We looked at each other. So much for a good day.