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ONWARD!

HANNAH'S POV:

"Sooo... where are ya plannin' on goin'?" my sister asked in a sheepish voice, tagging alongside me as I walked down the stairs of our apartment.

We don't live in a very... um... desirable... part of town. Well, at least not to me. Nicky seems fine with it, I guess.

Now, don't get me wrong! I mean it's not like we kick it in the slums or anything, it's just that we aren't the wealthiest family in New York City. But that's reasonable. I mean, it's a really big place...

Anyway, back to the topic at hand.

My older (by less than a year) sister walked beside me, trying her best to keep up with my large strides. I hadn't told her where we were going yet... heck, I didn't even know! I didn't even ask the girl to come along, but she just kinda did.

Anyways, we walked down the sidewalk. I held my usual straight figure, as she slumped over a little, with her arms crossed. That chika kills me. I swear sometimes she tries to curl herself into that big hoodie and disappear like a turtle. Although, technically speeking, turtles don't disappear. Their shells contain their spinal column, therefore, the just kind of hide in their own body. ... Not much different than her.

"Hannah, what the frick! I thought we were just going on a walk!" she fussed from beside me.

"We are walking." I replied sarcastically. What? Stupid comment, stupid retort.

"Yeah, but-" she hurried her steps so that she was evenly paralell to me on the walkway. "Look, it's after dark, dad'll be home in a minute, you didn't tell mom we were leaving-"

"You never tell mom when you're leaving." I interrupted.

"I actually know where I'm going when I leave." she snapped.

"I know where I'm going!" I responded, turning my upper body away from her as I hailed the nearest cab on the street corner.

She huffed a little, but didn't really protest as I paid the driver and we slid into the back.

"Why did I even come with you?" she mumbled.

"Yeah. Why did ya come with me?" I asked loudly.

She just sighed and looked out the window.

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Larry Daley walked up the stairs to the Museum of Natural History, Nicky in tow.

He was running a bit late, but then again, that almost always happened.

The two walked the span of the museum until they reached the security office where Larry went about his usal business of clocking in and what not.

He turned to his son. "You know the drill?"

"Stay in here until you check the museum, and then come out and play with Rexy." Nicholas smirked.

His dad smiled. "Good deal."

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HANNAH'S POV:

I love my sister, but I gotta say that her giving me 'the look' every ten seconds just wasn't cutting it.

That's the same look that made Dylan Bradson agree to go out with me in seventh grade just to keep from hurting my feelings. I remember she told him if he didn't go with me to see a movie, she'd cut all his hair off. It did help that she was friends with his cousin and had viable acess to his house and our dad's electric hair trimmer, but still.

This was still 'the look'. And I hate it.

"C'mon." I started. "Atleast we're going somewhere we've never been." I forced a smile.

"We're going to the museum, Hannah."

"Yeah, so? We haven't been there."

She laughed half-heartedly.

"It's just... It's not that. I appreciate the getaway." she huffed.

"What do you mean getaway?" I snapped. I shouldn't've been so rude about it, though. I knew exactly what she was talking about, and there was really no need in me trying to pretend otherwise.

She smirked at me. "Ya know... your neat little getaway plan. The almighty 'escape from daddy's wrath'." she joked.

"Yeah, well..." I finally conceided. "Wouldn't want you grounded again. I think that lecture you got for flipping off the teacher was quite enough." I said dryly.

She giggled a little.

"For real, though. I seriously did not mean for Mr. Brantley to see that!" she dramatically covered her face in feign embarrassment.

I smiled. "And the F on that biology quiz?"

"Aw, that's nothing new. Actually, it was one of my higher grades in his class..." she trailed off. "But I'm really worried about the health benchmark."

She was serious, now. I could tell. Usually she wouldn't care, but health was generally a great subject for her. Usually all As and Bs in that class.

I looked at her with a straight face. "So, what's the verdict? Lily told me it was bad, but..."

She rolled her eyes and looked away. "I got a twenty seven."

"Out of thirty?" I prayed that was the case, and our mutual friend had really been fooling around with me.

"Out of a hundred."

"Oooooh... that's rough." I bit my lip.

"Look, we can stay at the museum a few hours. When we get back, I'll tell them it was my idea to go, and maybe dad won't totally kill both of us. Atleast it'll give you some time to come up with an excuse." I explained my intention.

"Hope so, Hannah Montana. Hope so."

I rolled my eyes at the name, and sat back. We'd make it to our destination in like five minutes. Maybe there we could finally relax.

Hopefully.

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"Kay. Coast is clear." Larry jogged up to the room his son waited patiently in.

By now, all the exhibits were running around, causing ever bit as much havok as they always did.

Nick sprinted out of the dull monochromatic room and right up to the newly awakened tyranosaurous.

The creature flung the bone onto the tile floor, scootching it closer to the child as he waited eagerly to play his favorite game.

It was quite a sight. A young kid throwing a bone as hard as he could and cheering when the living dinosaur skeleton retrieved it for him.

The nigh guard watched from a few feet away as his son climbed onto Rexy's back.

"Careful, Nicky." the parent warned, all amusement leaving his voice.

"Yeah, yeah." Nick waved him off.

"Lawrence!" he heard a familiar voice and turned in its direction.

"Teddy! Hi!" he smiled at the man on horseback.

"What a fine evening it is, dear boy!" the president exclaimed, happy as ever.

"Yeah, pretty- uh- pretty great. Isn't it?" Larry said.

"Yes, yes. Look, you see that woman over there?" Teddy pointed to Sacagewea and brought his binoculars up to admire her.

"That beautiful woman has agreed to court me!" he exclaimed.

It took the night guard a minute to fully understand what was going on, but once he caught on, a wide grin burst onto his features.

"Oh. Oh! You and Sacagewea are finally a thing! It's official?" he asked.

"Yes, my dear boy. True as night and day."

"Yeah, well. You guys wouldn't really know about the day thing, but... still a great sentiment!" Larry responded with his usual sarcasm.

Teddy laughed and looked back to the shoshone, who was now waving kindly at him.

He adjusted his hat a little and grabbed the reins once again. Looking down knowingly at Larry, he tipped his cap.

"Lawrence."

And with that, he rode away.

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HANNAH'S POV:

"I didn't wanna say it while I was in there... but that was the grossest, most ratchet peice of crap cab I've ever been in!" Nicole complained, walking up the steps to the museum. "I mean, did you smell that weed!?"

I looked at her dully. "Sweetheart, you are the only person I know who can sniff out weed like a bloodhound."

She scoffed. "When he just got done smoking a joint, well yeah!" she threw her arms out dramatically.

After a few more seconds, I noticed the footsteps behind me stop. I turned around.

Heavy panting and Nicky checking her pulse is the sight that greeted me.

"Good lord! Ya know, I can't even breath right now!"

"This is no time for hyperventilation!" I snapped teasingly. She was so outta shape.

"This is the perfect time for hyperventilation! Like I enjoy it!" she sarcastically wheezed.

"Maybe if you'd just excersise a little..." I began.

"Softball isn't real excersise." she hissed.

"Okay, I assure you, it is!" I argued. I play softball and she's always thought it was just some wimpy girly sport, but speaking from experience, I beg to differ.

She just rolled her eyes and rejoined me in the treck.

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