Here's another update! Thanks to the two people that reviewed.
After spending a lazy Sunday with Jackson watching movies and eating junk food, it was Monday, my first day of school in a whole new country. It was an understatement to say that I was nervous. I was nervous before a concert. This was full blown terrified. I rolled out of bed and padded into the bathroom where I showered and brushed my teeth. I put on my grey bathrobe before padding back into my room. I got dressed in black jeans, a blue singlet and a grey cardigan. I braided my hair to the side and put on some makeup. I was about to go downstairs for breakfast when my phone beeped. It was a message from Cleo.
Hey Miley! Where do you live? We could walk to school together.
A smile crept across my face as I read the message. I quickly typed a reply.
I live on 2 Chestnut Ave. That would be great.
Before I left my room I put on my black, blue and pink Billabong bag. Jackson bought it for me when we went stationary shopping.
When I went downstairs I discovered that Jackson had made waffles. He miraculously learnt how to cook after Dad died.
"What's the plan today?" I asked once I started to dig into my waffles.
"I was thinking that I'd go job-hunting," Jackson said. "We don't have a lot of money left."
I nodded.
"So do you need a ride to school?" Jackson asked, setting a glass of orange juice in front of me.
"Cleo's coming soon, we're walking together." I informed him.
"So do you need me to fill out any forms or anything?" Jackson asked.
I shook my head. We had already enrolled me in school and I had already recieved my timetable. I was taking English, Spanish, Music, Maths, Drama, Chemistry and Biology. It was basically what I was taking in Malibu.
I had just finished my breakfast when there was a knock on the door. I put my plate and my cup in the dishwasher while Jackson opened the door.
"Hi. Is Miley here?" Cleo asked.
"Yep, come in." Jackson said.
"Hey Cleo," I said. "Jackson, Cleo. Cleo, Jackson." I introduced them.
"You ready to go?" Cleo asked me as I put on my bag. Cleo was wearing blue denim shorts and a purple 3/4 top.
"Yep." I said, sliding my feet into my black ballet flats.
"So we're gonna pick up Emma, then my other friend, Rikki." Cleo told me as we walked down the street.
"Rikki?" I inquired.
"Rikki Chadwick. Her and Emma are my best friends." Cleo told me as we turned into another street.
"That's cool." I said.
"This one." Cleo said as she turned into a driveway. I followed her. Cleo knocked on the door, and Emma quickly answered it. She was wearing 3/4 blue denim shorts and a blue t-shirt.
"Hey Cleo! Hey Miley," Emma exclaimed. "Bye Mum, Bye Dad! Bye Eliot!"
I tried not to look too sad when she said bye to her family. I smiled. "Hi Emma."
"You excited for today?" Emma asked.
"Not really." I admitted.
"Do you have your timetable yet?" Emma asked.
I nodded and reached into my pocket, pulling out a piece of paper that had been crinkled from me reading it too many times.
"We have Chem, Bio, English and Maths together," Emma told me. "And you have Spanish with Cleo too. None of us do music or drama."
I nodded. "At least we have some classes together." I said as we turned into a dodgy looking street. This must be where Rikki lives.
We kept walking until we reached a house. It was little and paint was peeling away.
Emma and Cleo walked confidently up to the door and I followed them. A blond girl who had her hair in two ponytails and was wearing blue shorts and a yellow top. I was the only one wearing jeans.
"Hey guys!" Rikki exclaimed.
"Rikki, this is Miley Stewart. She's starting at Ridgeway today." Cleo said.
"Hi." I said shyly.
I don't know if the school they actually go to is called Ridgeway but I couldn't find any name. Please review if you liked it, and let me know if you want me to include Miley's first day of school.