Authors Note: I've already written the first three chapters of this story & I will post them depending on how many reviews I get for this chapter. This story is supposedly going to last 9 chapters or so, maybe longer. Also, I'd like to thank everybody who reviewed my other story, I am very greatful to all of you! ) Well, here's the first chapter! Make sure to review if you read! I'll review/read your stories if you do. And + reviewing gives me ideas! I have absolutely no idea where this story is going! Yay me! xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana, or any characters. I most likely never will. So don't say I do:)

Chapter One: The One With the Kitty Shirt, Again

January 15th

Dear Diary,

Well, Oliver bought me this diary for Christmas & I had nothing else to do today so I am deciding to write in it. Apparently diaries are supposed to calm you if you write your thoughts and memories into them. My gosh, do they really? I've never actually had a real diary before, but I guess since I'm getting older and I have more secrets and problems, I should get one. But shouldn't it be the other way around? Well, now I'm rambling on. This is just great.

Anyways, my name is Miley Stewart and if I get bored of doing homework or singing my songs or going on concert, I will write in this stupid book. Since nobody else will ever read this, I guess I can tell you that I am also Hannah Montana. I have a stage name so at school everything doesn't get too hectic. I also wear a blonde wig, but nevermind that part. If anybody else is found reading this book, I SHALL HUNT YOU DOWN (that means you, Jackson, Oliver OR Lilly). So don't read it, okay? Wait, if you are reading this, then I shall still hunt you down! Wait, why am I writing this if you are never going to read it! Gosh stupid physics.

My best friends are Lilly Truscott and Oliver Oken. When I moved to Malibu from Tennessee we pretty much became friends easily. We've all had our ups and downs (mostly me with Oliver...) but we're still friends! Yay!

Well, today at school was a big blur. It started out fine, just like any normal school day should. I got there safe and sound (now I'm sounding like a four year old) and I got to my locker. I talked to Lilly for a while, like I do mostly all of my free time. But, on my way to my first period class, that was when it happened. I was walking there, and I was trying to catch up to Oliver to ask him what the homework was, well, because I had forgotten to do it. I really hoped that it wasn't anything important.

Like, if I was in a movie, they would have made it slow-motion, I tell you. Anyways, an older student thought it would be funny if I tripped and fell, so that's pretty much what happened. They "accidentally" dropped one of their books on the floor and slowly I fell over it, my books scattering everwhere and part of my bag ripped. May I mention, that bag costed me a lot of money? About then, Oliver was right in front of me, and you guessed it, I fell like right on his feet. He was caught off-guard and fell down too, so I'm guessing we looked like dominoes or something of the sort. Quickly we both stood up, but I could tell we looked like fools. Lilly came up & helped me pick up all of my things (Oliver helped too) while people in the distance were laughing. I swear, if looks could kill, every single one of them would be long past death by now.

But, as the day progressed, it got worse. During pretty much all of my morning classes, everybody knew about the whole incident! I mean, why does every gossip spread through the school so fast? And we weren't very popular already, so this pretty much just made our reputations worse.

By lunchtime, I was fuming. They were serving lasagna, and I didn't have any appetite, so I just sat at our table with Lily and Oliver, taking my fork and putting it in and out of the food, bored. When the bell rang, I immediately stood up, but then accidentally spilled my lasagna all over Oliver's shirt. Could this day get any worse? It was one of his best shirts (one he said he had bought to get the ladies, I almost started cracking up at that part!) and I knew he would be mad at me. He sighed and gave me a pleading look. I knew we were going to be late for class, so I quickly got some napkins and helped him get it off. There still was a big stain there that he and I both knew wouldn't come out.

"Miley! How much of a klutz are you today?" He had said. I was embarrased beyond anything you could know of. I knew he was thinking of a way to get me back.

"If you wear that cat shirt that your dad got you for your birthday tomorrow -- the entire day, I think we'll be even. This is my favorite shirt!" He exclaimed.

By then, I did one of those 'uhh!' sounds that you make when you think something is unfair. I love my daddy, but that shirt just makes me embarrased! My reputation will be long gone by tomorrow. I finally agreed, knowing I owed him one.

When I got home I was in such a bad mood that I told Jackson to go clean up the kitchen. Usually it's dad that tells him that! He looked at me strangely and asked if I was on any kind of medication. I just stormed upstairs.

AND, that's how I got here, writing my first entry in you. Hopefully writing down my thoughts can clear my mind and relax me. Although, I highly doubt it.

Now I have three good reasons to stop writing.

1.) Lilly just called and I need to answer the phone before she hangs up.

2.) My hand has started cramping.

3.) I need to think of reasons why I can't go to school tomorrow so I won't have to wear that shirt.

I guess this is goodbye until I have the need to write in this dumb book again.

Wow, I actually filled 2 pages. I need to start writing smaller.

Have fun gathering dust,

Miley