Hey guys' Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing and everything else that you could do on here :). I'm glad all of you liked the first chapter, I'm trying something different with my writing style so I hope I'm doing okay.
I know its been about a week since I updated I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have uploaded a story during the week of Thanksgiving, that was my fault, but I hope everyone enjoyed their Thanksgiving, and if you dont celebrate it I hope you enjoyed your week. :)
Well that's enough of me talking, so here is chapter two, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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With a heavy sigh I drop the last box that needed to be placed in my room and take a stretch. It took us all day to get most of our stuff into our new house and we are not even done yet. We took care of the essentials; tomorrow we will handle the other things. I look around my room, what was bare before, is filled with boxes of endless knick knacks and belongings, I guess tomorrow I'm unpacking as well. I look to my left and see my desk, empty, I scan my eyes along to the front of me and see my closet and my dresser, empty, my gaze then carries me to my bed, plain. We didn't pull out our sheets yet, and have plain boring white ones; the only splotch of color is Beary, sitting against my pillow.
"Miles…could you come down here and help Jackson and I with one last box!?" I hear my Dad call from outside and reply quickly that I will be right there. I make one last once over my room and head downstairs. I enter the living room and see that it is pretty much coming to life, unlike my room, it's colorful. We have an odd looking green couch, with stripped pillows and a blanket thrown over it, behind the couch is some of my Dad's guitar's neatly a lined on their stands, and behind the guitar's is our piano. I rush through the open front door and see Dad and Jackson waiting for me. "Here she is." I smile at them and don't say a word. Jackson turns around from where he was standing, quite quickly actually, he seemed startled. But by what? What could he possibly be thinking of in a matter of a few seconds it took me to come downstairs. I walk over to them and get a closer look at Jackson's face, which is beet red. He's blushing? At what?
I give Jackson a questioning look before turning to my Dad. "Whatcha need help with Daddy?" My Dad goes to the trunk of his car and slides a box to the edge. I walk to the back of the car and see the box is labeled with the word 'dishes' on them. "Oh." My voice is soft and small. Those were Momma's dishes; they are old, like antiques, we never used them, just looked at them, and they way a ton. Of course Jackson and my Dad need help. I spent the whole day packing, I did not think once about Momma. Should I feel guilty? Because I do. If I went the whole day without thinking of Momma, does that mean it will grow? Will I soon go weeks without thinking about Momma? I don't wanna forget her, I can't forget her. But what if I do?
"Miley!!" I jump about a foot in the air when I hear my brother scream my name. I clutch my hand to my chest, holding my heart, when I hear something shatter. I look down and see glass all over our driveway. Mom's dishes…broken. "What is wrong with you?! You said you had it!" I did? When did I say that? I was too caught up in my thoughts about Momma; I accidentally lost a piece of her. Jackson's flares his nostrils and he walks up to me, towering above me. Anger evident on his face.
"I-I I'm sorry I-I…" Jackson takes a step closer and I take one back cowering away from him. His fists are balled I can see the white on his knuckles, he's scaring me, I don't know what to say, and I think I forgot how to move. He is bigger then me and a boy, he could easily hurt me.
"Jackson! Leave your sister alone, it's not her fault." Daddy comes into view and he places his hand on Jackson's shoulder pulling my blonde angry bother away from me. A Daddy always protects his little girl right? "It was an accident, the box is heavy, you and I could barely hold it ourselves, she did nothing wrong boy, she was just trying to help, and I betcha she feels very sorry about it. Don'tcha Miles?" I close my mouth and my bottom lip pouts out and I nod my head at Jackson and Daddy. "See, no need to call nine one one, come inside son and help me find a dust pan and a broom, we'll clean this up, Miles you stay out here." I nod again. Jackson glares at me and bumps into my shoulder, hard, as he passes by.
I bring my hand to my shoulder and rub it. That really hurt, I could only imagine the pain if he punched me. I walk over to all the broken dishes and bend down. I turn the box over and hear pieces of some dishes fall in the box. I close my eyes and feel tears sting my eyes, and when I open them I feel them fall. Please God let some have made it. I carefully open the box I don't want to get cut, and peer inside. I see tons of broken dishes and white powder. I shakily shift through the broken pieces and look for any sign of good dish. I suck in a breath and hold back my tears; I can't have my vision blurred at a time like this. I throw the broken pieces on the driveway as I travel down the box, dish by dish, each one broken. I know I'm coming to an end, man this feels like an eternity, where are Dad and Jackson? I then reach down and pull out the last dish. I inspect it. Not a scratch on it. I smile, my heart is relieved. Thank the Lord. I dust the broken ashes of the leftover dishes and look at the round plate in my hands. Everything is perfect the design is fine and the little cardinal bird in the middle is still red. I sigh in content. I get up off the driveway and look up, away from the dish, when my eyes land on that girl I saw at the beach before. She is sitting on the front porch with that Oliver kid a seat above her. Her arms are rested behind her, so they are leaning on the one of the porch seats. They are both staring at me. Don't tell me they saw this whole ordeal. I just went on a rollercoaster ride. From helping, to scared, to sad, to happy, it was not fun.
Oliver then leans over and whispers something in the blonde girl's ear. She smirks but keeps looking at me. She rolls her eyes and stands, gives Oliver a handshake; I guess a goodbye, and walks away. I watch her and I know she knows I'm watching her. She looks back at me and smiles I give her one back. She turns a corner and is gone, I look back to where she was and see Oliver standing and looking at me, a little worried, I smile at him but he quickly turns on his heel and runs inside. Well that was slightly rude. So I guess he lives there and his blonde friend must live near by.
My Dad and my brother come back outside, took them long enough, and start to clean up the mess. "I'm going to clean this off." I show them the dish and quickly head inside to wash the dish so they don't ask me any questions. I wash the dish and put in the rack to dry. I place it far way from all the other cups and dishes in the drainer, it's the last piece of Momma I have left, and I'm not losing it or breaking it.
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My alarm buzzes off to a loud beeping noise I do not need. I didn't sleep at all last night. I was too nervous. Y'know the feeling? The first day of school nervous, anxious, and excited, with some it of being scared. I turn my alarm off and sit up in my bed and stretch. The clock reads five forty-five. Why am I up so early? I look to my left and see Beary lying down next to me I pick him up and hug and kiss the top of his head. "Wish me luck today Beary, I start school." He just looks at me without responding. "I wish you could come." I look over to my right and see my backpack by the door. A smile grows on my face and I hop outta bed and run over to my backpack. I stuff Beary in. "Now you'll be fine Beary, I won't zipper it all the way so it won't be dark okay, but you cannot come out of there, okay, if you did I'll be made fun of for the rest of my life. I just want you to come so I know I have you close by, incase anything does happen." I zipper up my backpack leaving a space open for light to shine through, Beary is afraid of the dark.
I stand up quickly and head over to my bathroom. Yep, I have a balcony, a big room, and my own bathroom; I still don't know how I got this room. I go to the bathroom and wait for my shower to get warm. My stomach bubbles inside of me, I don't think I'll be able to eat breakfast. I finish my shower and head out to my room. It's not as blah as it used to be. I finally made my room me. I have my guitar on its stand, a juke box, in the corner all sorts of pictures everywhere.
It took us three days to finally get settled in, the day before and yesterday Jackson and I had to prepare for school, while my Dad drove around to find out where is job was, I don't know where it is or what he does, but I'm guessing it has something to do with music. I blow dry my hair and get changed, it is now six thirty. I sigh. I look at myself in the mirror and check out my outfit. I'm wearing white capris and a bright blue shirt, I have my sandals on and my hair is in its loose curls. I hope these kids here wear the same stuff I do.
I make my way downstairs and I could already smell breakfast. My Dad is at the stove whistling and cooking pancakes while Jackson is using his pancakes as a pillow, he was never really a morning person. "Mornin' Daddy." I say cheerfully as I sit down and grab myself a plate.
"Mornin' Darlin'. You ready for your first day of Middle School?" I shrug as I take a forkful of pancakes into my mouth. I don't know if I'm ready, I don't think I'll ever be ready. I'd rather be back in Tennessee with my old friends and experiencing Middle School life with them.
"I guess." My Dad puts more pancakes on my plate but I honestly don't think I could eat them as my nerves start to build. I walk over to the sink and put my dirty dishes in there and head over to the fridge to grab some orange juice as my Dad makes comments on how I'm more enthusiastic about his whole thing then Jackson, who just now started to snore.
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After we dropped Jackson off at his school my Dad drove me to my Middle School. Seaview. I moved to the front seat and look out the window at my new big school. I then feel a hand on my thigh and turn to look at my Father. "Everything is going to be okay Bud." I smile; Bud is a special nickname my Father gave me. I don't know where he got it from or why he calls me that, but I like it. I sigh and nod, his support makes me feel better. "See you after school sweetheart."
"Bye Daddy." I unbuckle my seatbelt and lean over to give my Dad a hug and kiss goodbye. In the middle of the hug I freeze and hold my Father tighter. This is the first time Momma is not here to see me off to school and when I come home her homemade cookies and warm smile won't be there. I squeeze my Daddy tighter and as if he is reading my mind he holds me tighter, kisses the side of my head and whisperers encouraging words in my ear, as I try not to let the tears fall.
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I just left the main office and I have a folder in one hand, with all important papers that my Daddy has to sign, my school schedule on it, and a map of the school in the other. I look down at my schedule, then at my map, then I look up at the school hallway trying to find my way. I look down at the map again, this thing has to be wrong, what good is a map if you can't read it. A bell rings and kids feet start to scurry, I guess its time to get to homeroom, if only I knew where that was. Kids rush and push pass me, you'd think they see a lost person who needs help over here, but no, they are to wrapped up in themselves. So far I have seen one nice person. That blonde girl who hangs out with Oliver, everyone else is just mean. I try my map again.
Before I know what hit me someone slams into my back causing me to run forward and hit someone else. She turns around, she is taller then me, has nice dark skin, and dressed highly fashionable, she twirls her long hair in her hands and looks at me, expecting me to say something. Next to her is a girl much shorter, with a creamy skin, and dressed pretty much the same way, she is looking at me with daggers in her eyes, like I committed a heinous crime. I decide I should speak up; maybe these people could be my friends. "I-I'm sorry, I was pushed then tripped, ya see, and I'm new here, and don't know exactly where I am going, so I was wondern' if ya'll could help me…um I'm Miley by the way."
The taller girl rolls her eyes and scoffs at me. "Okay one," She lifts her hands up and place the number one on her finger in my face. "Take two steps back," I listen don't ask me why I just do. "Two," second finger. "I don't help anybody, they help me, three," third finger. "I don't care who you are and what hillbilly convention you came from, you should know to not talk to me." Hillbilly? Do I stand out that much?
"Yeah don't talk to her." Her shorter friend comes up in my face like she is challenging me.
"Ashley!" Okay so her name is Ashley, she takes a step back at me and mumbles a sorry to her friend, who I just learned by Ashley speaking is Amber. "Let's get outta here and leave trailer trash behind." Amber walks by me and hits my hands that have all my stuff in them. "Ooops sorry." Amber laughs and so does Ashley as they both walk away from me, leaving me alone, helpless, and now embarrassed. I clench my jaw tight, I can't let Amber's words get to me, she is obviously the, pardon my French, bitch in the school, yet for some reason everyone worships her. I bend down and pick up my things and when I get back up the hallways are empty and I am left alone, to search for my homeroom, in which I will probably get in trouble for being late. I walk down the hallway, it's kinda eerie with no one else around and I find my homeroom. I look in the hallway before entering the room and make a mental note to myself to avoid Amber and Ashley at all costs.
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If I had to sum up my morning in one word it would be: disastrous. Everything went wrong, I was late to every class, I think I was put in the wrong math class, all the teachers had me introduce myself, everyone made fun of my accent, I was the talk of the town thanks to Amber and Ashley, and the worst part of it all the day is not over yet, its only lunch time.
I wanna go home. During my history class I asked if it was okay to go to the bathroom, I went to my locker, which is seriously a stupid invention if you ask me, grab my backpack, went to the bathroom, went in a stall, grabbed Beary and cried. I wish Momma was here, she would know how to make me feel better, she would know what to say.
I'm in the lunch room alone at table, eating by the trashcan. I made no friends yet thanks to Amber and Ashley. Gosh I don't know why those girls are so mean to me, I accidentally bump into one of them and now they have it in for me, why? I look down at my lunch tray and stare at the not so appetizing meal, is this stuff even edible? I pick up my fork and play with my corn swirling the yellow vegetable around in its own cloudy water.
"Wishing it was possum?" I hear a tray clack beside me and I look up to see who is talking to me.
"Huh?" My breath gets caught in my throat. It's the blonde girl from the shack, across the street, the one who hangs out with Oliver.
"Possum. Y'know a night crawler, a rodent type thing, some might have rabies." Her blue eyes are twinkling with wonder as she is talking to me and I can't do nothing but have my mouth hang open like I'm some stupid person. She raises her eyebrows causing her forehead to scrunch up.
I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts of joy that I am meeting the blonde girl and the fact that someone is actually talking to me, but why does she think I eat possum? That's gross. "No, no I know what a possum is; I was just um shocked by your question. And no I don't eat possum; I don't know anyone who does actually."
"Well that's a relief. My friend thought you were some kind of trailer hick who eats cockroaches on a stick, flavored with honey, and possum all the time." She laughs it off and starts to eat her food. Friend? She is not friends with Amber and Ashley too is she? Please tell me she isn't. "But I always tell Oliver you can never believe what hear without evidence, he tried so hard to convince me that you did eat possum, but I knew otherwise," I smile at this blonde girl, who is going on about Oliver as she takes forkfuls of corn into her mouth. At least she is not friends with Amber and Ashley. "So a few days ago I made a challenge to prove to him that he was wrong," For some reason this girl makes me feel safe and secure, like everything I felt this morning is gone, like we were already friends. "I love being right." She sighs and looks at me with a huge smile on her face and I giggle.
"Um you got some," I motion using my hand in front of my mouth to show her where all the corn that missed her mouth was placed. She quickly covers her mouth and face from embarrassment and frantically looks for a napkin, which she does not have. "Here." I take one of my napkins and hand it to her.
She smiles appreciatively at me and mumbles thanks. She takes the napkin and wipes her mouth. "Now that my moment of embarrassment is over, I'm Lilly, Lilly Truscott." She throws the napkin down and places her hand out for me to shake.
I giggle and place my hand inside of hers as our arms go up and down I tell her my name. "Miley, Miley Stewart."
"Well, Miley Stewart you just made yourself your first friend at Seaview Middle School, welcome to Malibu." I smile, I knew she was nice.
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Okay I would keep going, but then I think the chapter would get to long :). How nice of Lilly huh? Give her a round of applause people *claps*. Okay moving along, I hope all of you enjoyed this chapter and the next one we will meet Oliver and I'll start building up the friendship and relationship between Miley and Lilly. :) Till then.