Chapter 1

Prologue

Dear Diary;

She did it to me again! Yes, thats right! SHE took my solo in the show choir show! AGAIN! Who does she think she is anyways? I mean she isn't pretty or beautiful like me. She isnt rich either. She isnt even popular like me. Well, okay. She did steal that from me too! With her cheerleader best friend and that nerd guy that hangs out with them. Just because he's the only one that announces all the sporting events at school, I mean she doesn't do anything at all. All she does is sing. Everyone knows I'm the best singer in school. So what if she sounds like my very best personal friend Hannah Montana. Okay, so maybe she isnt, but at less I've met her and she hasn't. I was the one with the record deal back in junior high. Who cares what those stupid record people say anyways. What do they know about vocal range and voice development? Sometimes I wish I were back in junior high. Yeah, junior high, that's when I was the most popular girl in school and I ground those three under my heel. But now, not even the popular beautiful rich girls want anything to do with Ashley or me and it's their entire fault. There has too

Amber stopped and wiped at a tear that started to form.

Darn! That hillbilly has me crying again!

Amber closed her diary and set it back on the nightstand along with the pen she always used to write in her diary. Then she reached her hand up, turned off the light, and settled back into bed for the night. Laying on her side facing the wall of her bedroom, Amber felt another tear fall from the bridge of her nose as gravity pulled it down to her pillow. The tear joined the other countless tears that she had shed as her freshman and sophomore years of high school went by. She didn't really care about wiping them away anymore. All she cared about right know was that her parents didn't hear her crying in bed again. She was very good at hiding things. Yes, Amber hid her real feelings very well. She heard the whispers and gossip that want around school about her, spoiled rich kid, drama queen, and the worse one, snob. Everyone cut deeply but she had an image to maintain. Yes, image was everything. If you didnt have your image then what did you really have. Amber slowly sank back into her depression again. After an eternity went by, really ten minutes, Amber decided that she wasn't going to wait for her senior anymore to be on top again. No she was going to do something about it right now. All she had to do was to ruin Miley Stewart's life like she did to hers.

Amber turned her back to the wall and looked at her closet door. A small shiver ran down her back as she pull the covers up tight to protect her against her own demons that hid in her closet.