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What is that freakin beeping noise? Leave me the hell alone. I'm seriously gonna unravel my Miley ninja-ness if I have too! Whoever wants to fucking mess with me at this time in the morning is going to have it in for them. I am not a morning person.

Ugh! I get up and stretch, opening my eyes. "Oh shiiit! Damnit Miley, you overslept." I say groggily to myself, not even recognizing my own voice yet. It's five freaking fifty in the morning right now, and my bus comes at 6:20. I turn off my alarm clock that has been the cause of the irritating sound. I quickly dart to the bathroom taking a quick 5 minute body-shower, then coming out.

I run to my closet putting on my black ripped skinny jeans and a white graphic T-shirt. What? I don't care that it's nearly freezing outside, I can survive.

I quickly run back to the bathroom brushing my teeth and fixing up my messy bed-head of hair. I add a touch of eyeliner and mascara.

I walk past my dad's room. He's probably still sleeping. I guess you sleep better if ya ate a bunch of pie before you slept. Hmm I gotta try that sometime.

I creep down the stairs into the kitchen and grab a bagel and some orange juice then sit down at the kitchen table.
It's not the best breakfast, but it's the easiest thing I have ready.

I still have ten minutes until the bus comes. Only one more year until I can get a license and don't have to hitch a ride on those gross public buses.
Last year on the buses, people basically did everything they wanted to do. Got high, smoked, and the bus driver didn't even notice. It was disgusting. I would never do that. Well not publicly anyway…

I finish my orange juice and get up from the table, opening the side door. I walk outside to the cold never-ending mounds of snow, looking for the bus stop. I see my breath hitting the air as I exhale. It really is cold. I probably should have worn a jacket or something. I shrug. Eh, nah… I'm immune to coldness.

There are two girls waiting at a corner with over-loaded purses they use as backpacks. Wow, how lame. I'm sensing that they are probably the school's bitches.

I walk towards them and stop, facing front to the curb. I slip my hands into my pockets. They still haven't noticed me yet.

"Hey Ash, look there's a new kid" Sneered one of the girls.

"Really? Maybe we should give her a warm welcome. What do you think, Ambs?"

"I think that's a good idea, Ashley. She does look cold."

Oh no- no- no. They couldn't be possibly doing what I think they're doing, right?

Wrong.

I got shoved into the snow. With tons of frozen ice-cold chunks of it being thrown at me and down my shirt. Oh hell no.

THEY DID NOT JUST FUCKING DO THAT.

"Aww poor baby is cold? Maybe she shouldn't have worn that teeny short-sleeve garbage top."

Ashley grabs my arm and pulls me up.

"I'm Ashley and this is Amber. If you know what's good for you then I'd suggest staying away from screw ups like your little country self" She threatened.

"Listen bitch, I am not the screw up here. Looks like you two are." I say in defense.

The two bitches exchange looks and laugh.

I can't take this anymore. I have to knock one of them out. Okay… here it goes. I'll aim for the one that shoved me. I pull my fist back…

FUCK! The bus is here.

"Oh wow the little bumpkin was about to punch us," Amber said, "Maybe she is cool enough to have the pleasure of hanging around with us."

"Pleasure? Of hanging around you two?" I say while climbing up the bus, "Oh please, it would be your fucking pleasure bitches." I suck in my gut telling me not to spit at them.

I take notice of people in the bus. I see huge, big guys with lip piercings and tattoos that look that they couldn't give a fuck, a few jocks, and a couple of cheerleaders. Most of them are half-asleep.

I sit in the first empty seat I find, while the two bitches go ahead and sit with the cheerleaders.

About 32 minutes later, the bus pulls in front of the school. Holy shit, this school is huge. There is a teacher parking lot and a student parking lot. Curse you kids who can drive! Both lots are filled to the max with cars and kids who are unloading themselves.

Everyone has been dropped off by the bus and the bus has departed to who knows where. It's about 6:55, but the actual classes don't start until 15 more minutes. I guess the extra time is to go to your lockers and all that crap.

I breathe in, "Here it goes."

I follow the rest of the crowd and push open the large, solid doors.

My eyes wander all over the place. I walked in to a wide, seemingly endless hallway with dark blue and purple lockers. There are stairs which lead to more classes and right next to that is what I believe to be the cafeteria, my favorite subject. There are probably a thousand more hallways that I'm bound to get lost in.

I should probably go to the principal's office before I zone out. I was told to go there by some stupid secretary that called my house yesterday.

If I could actually find the office…

I look behind me and spot a dark-haired girl around my age at her locker. Well, I better ask someone where the office is.

I walk up to her and tap her on the shoulder.

"Hey, um I was looking for the principal's office do you think you could show me where it is?"

She turns around, looks at me from head to toe, then she smiles really huge. Okaaay… so she kind of freaks me out.

"Hi! I'm Mitchie, and I would love to show you where it is. So, um just follow me"

She gets a hold of my arm and drags me somewhere. Man, this girl is weird.

"Thanks, my name is Miley." I manage to get out while being dragged.

She stops walking, "Miley. That's a weird name… I like it. So are you new? Where'd you move from?"

"Yeah and uhh thanks? I moved from Tennessee about 2 days ago"

She cuts me off, "Oh! Do you..."

I quickly cut her off, "NO, I do not eat possums."

My god… what is wrong with this chick?

She shakes her head, laughs, then she continues walking.

"Here's the principal's office."

"Thanks, Mitchie"

"No problem Miley, maybe I'll see you in class."

God, I hope not.

"Yeah, me too" I smile and wave.

I walk into the office and see two receptionist desks. One desk has a label on it that says 'attendance' and the other says 'counseling'. Which one am I supposed to go too? I start walking and spot another hallway inside this thing. Another freaking hallway… this school is fucking huge. I see it now, a room that says the principal's name on it. The door is closed so I knocked.

"Yes, Miley Stewart, come in" he says.

I slowly enter the room, shutting the door behind me.

"Yes, please take a seat Ms. Stewart."

I do what he says and sit in the big spinny chair in front of him. HA! I love these things!

"My name is Principal Bell, welcome to Balteca Prep. We are one of the top 5 most achieving of schools here in California" he says, reading from a little brochure.

"We motivate all students to achieve academic excellence; prepare students to reach their full potential, academically, socially, physically and artistically; and develop citizens with strong impersonal, technical and communication skills to contribute in a diverse global society."

Oh god, please someone save me from this agonizing torture. I wasn't even sure someone could even talk this much about academic junk, and there has to be like what… seven more pages of that?

Someone knocks on the door. YES, MY HERO.

"Excuse me… uhh principal… person…" says a voice.

Oh it's a girl's voice. Hmm… and it kind of sounds familiar.

"Oh why yes, I almost forgot about you Mikayla, come in."

WAIT WHAT. DID HE JUST SAY… HUH WHAT…

My face turns pale as I turn around to see the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. It's fucking Mikayla Gomez! I look down and my knees are shaking. Oh god, I probably look like an idiot who just saw a ghost. Calm the fuck down Miley! Just act cool!

My voice finally builds enough strength to speak, "H-Hi I… uhh…uhmm"

Damn, I can't speak.

"Mikayla, please sit over here next to Miley," the principal says.

She locks eyes with me. Oh my fucking god! She gives me a tiny smile and sits in the chair next to me.

The principal once again speaks up, "Mikayla, this is our other new student, Miley Stewart. Miley, this is Mikayla Gomez."

Just remember Miley act cool…

"Oh yeah, Mikenna. Yeah, I know you… you're some nickelodeon singer on that one show…" I say nonchalantly, regaining my tough persona.

She laughs. Oh my god, her laugh is so cute.

"Actually, my name is Mikayla, and I'm a singer for Disney."

Yeah I knew that, Mikayla. God, I know every single thing about you…

"Yeah, so what's the difference?" I reply.

She tilts her head a bit and then her focus returns to the principal.

"Anyways, since both of you are new, I've identified both of your schedules so that you will have the same classes with each other. Nobody knows that Mikayla has been enrolled in this school, so I'm expecting that the students will be in a frenzy for a little while. In the meantime, you two should always a company each other in the halls and in your classes. If you get lost or need help with anything, you could come down to my office or ask one of your teachers."

I swear I saw Mikayla glance at me a couple of times during his speech. Oh great, my knees are shaking again. God Mikayla, why do you have to be so beautiful?

"That sounds great, Principal Bell, thank you." Mikayla adds with a smile.

"Now before you two head to your classes, you both could walk around and get to know the building as well as each other. Have a nice first day."

"Thanks, you too." We both said at the same time, getting up.

Aww… I'll miss sitting in the spinny chairs.

But I think I'll love being with Mikayla way more…