MILEY'S POV
Miley Stuart stood in front of her mirror, gazing at her perfect, skinny body. None of it made sense. Miley thought back to the day it all started, when she was around six-years-old. She remembered standing out in the wilderness with her father and all of a sudden feeling strong- really strong. Her older brother, Jackson, had said, "Race you to the car." Amazingly, Miley arrived at the car in less than half-a-second. Later she found that not only was she super-fast, but she could also lift-even throw-her father's car with ease. When she turned ten, she started to be able to see through walls. Literally. She had x-ray vision. She knew she should have thought it was cool, but she just felt down-right weird. Well, anyways, that was how she found out her origins. Her father hadn't bothered to tell her.
She had been searching, and wondering, but when she found the small black space-ship with the words "Kara Zar-El" engraved on it, she was shocked. She remembered that she had actually panicked. She had kind of figured that she was adopted, but she was from a DIFFERENT PLANET! She figured that "Kara Zar-El" was the name her biological father had given her.
She had already started being "Hannah Montana" about two months before she found out. She had thought about quitting, but realized that it would be stupid. So she lived a life of three identities, Hannah, Miley, and Kara, never knowing which was the real her. It was hard, having three lives. Weird. Strange. But it was also fun. It made her stand out, but it also let her blend. The pros outweighed the cons. Sure, there were those days that she wished she was normal, but most of the time, she accepted it. She loved it. Hey, who wouldn't love being completely, 100 invulnerable?
Miley finally zipped her dark-blue leather jeans and threw a sheer jacket over her off-white silk cami and ran on stage. She sang the favorite song of all of the songs she wrote, "Who Said."
Last night's concert was weird, but she didn't let it get to her. She'd figure it out later. Meanwhile, she sang. She sang even though inside she was dying. She had rejected Jake, and now he was with Rachel. If only she had knew how much she loved him before it had been too late. But the moment was gone now. And it was too late.
After her concert, Miley went into her dressing room to change out of her Hannah clothes. But when she got there, she decided to leave them on, but take off the wig. She decided against the limo for her night. Let it go on without her. She super-sped home, but then passed home, and ran with super-speed for about an hour. When she got home, she wasn't even the least bit exaughsted.
"Out running?" her father asked when she got back. "Yep, Daddy," Miley said to her father, "I was just in one of those moods." Father and daughter laughed, and smiled. They had each other, even though if they weren't linked by blood. He was the one who had found her spaceship. In Tennessee. It had landed in Tennessee (A/N: I'm assuming it was a meteor shower before the one in Kansas). He adopted her, even though he already had Jackson, and a wife. Three years later, when she was only six-years-old, she had been murdered. It devastated all of us.
The next morning, Miley put on a pair of faded jeans and a loose T-shirt and ran to school with super-speed because she missed the bus as usual. She looked at her T-shirt and decided she didn't like it, so she super-sped back home and put on a fitted Plaid shirt and ran back to school, getting there well before the first bell rang. She saw Rachel and Jason kissing. Ick. It looked so gross when he was kissing another girl.
He first class was English. It was hard to pay attention, so she observed her classmates, and doodled lyrics on the side of her notebook. She noticed Rachel, with her dark brown hair and her perfect complexion, and Jake, of course. But then she noticed someone else. He was sitting in the back of the classroom. He had dark hair, and his face looked blank. He was so composed, yet somehow it looked like it was all a mask, and like herself, he was dying inside. His eyes were stones, but there was something about them that still resonated. His clothes were all black, and on the outside he seemed so dark, but somehow he seemed so full of light. Who was he? Was he new? Miley didn't remember ever seeing him before.
Miley sighed. Soon the bell rang, and she walked up to him. She had nothing else to do, and besides, he looked so sad, like he needed a friend.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Miley. Are you new here?"
"Yeah," he said monotonously, "I've been homeschooled up until now. I finally convinced my… uh, my…bu…no, my father, that I should go to public school."
Miley: "What's your name?"
Him: "Promise you won't tell anyone?"
Miley (somewhat flirtatiously): "My lips are sealed. But what's so secretive about a name?"
Him: "Oh, nothing…"
Miley: "Come on, tell me."
Him: "Okay, but once you know…"
Both were silent for a while, and then the new boy got all serious and dark again. What was it about him that Miley was drawn to?
Him: "Here, at school? I go by Zach Davis. My real name…"
Miley: "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to/"
He looked into Miley's blue eyes and knew he wanted to.
Him: "It's okay, I trust you. People know me here only as Zach, so they won't pre-judge me or anything but my real name is…….
……….. (he spoke in a quieter voice, and whispered so only Miley could hear him)…………………….Bruce Wayne."
