Finally a blonde girl with straightened hair that came down to her waist and big brown eyes stood up, took one look at me and said the 5 words I was known best for,

"Look, it's Daddy's little girl."

I despise those words. I was trying to figure out whether they were meant as a compliment or an insult, when the girl who said it walked up and stared me right in the face. "Lets get ONE thing straight." she started in an ice cold voice.

My mouth dropped open and i looked at Miss Walter, who was surprisingly just sitting there with a look on her face that said, "sorry, but i cant do anything about it." I looked back at the girl in front of me and swallowed hard, bracing my self for a rude awakening.

At that moment, the principal stepped into the room.

"Everyone better be welcoming to Miley." the girl faked a smile. Thank you Ashley. That's very sweet of you," the principal smiled.

" I would like to welcome Miss. Stewart to our academy. We hope our school will be to your liking. The tennis courts and gym need remodeling, which should be taken care of, If everyone listened and put their spare change in the donation box " He smirked playfully at the students.

"So, we hope you understand it not being in top shape these next few months.

"God knows she's got enough money to fix it if she doesn't like it." one of the girls next to Ashley murmured. The principal gave an apologetic look. "I don't know who made that comment, but if this type of behavior continues,"

I interrupted, " No, its fine. I'm used to it. If you've got it, flaunt it right?" I pulled out my check book. I wrote out a check for $50,000, which would most likely take care of the remodeling. I handed it over, not even flinching. $ 50,000 doesn't even put a dent in my bank account.

I saw Mr, Wither's mouth drop open as I sat in a desk in front of the Ashley chick. " E-E-Everyone needs to give Miss. S- Stewart a hand, for generously donating $50,000 for our remodeling." As everyone clapped and Mr. Wither left the room, I turned towards Ashley.

"How do you like me now bitch?" I smirked.

I sailed through the rest of my classes, making a few friends. As I was walking down the side walk to my car, I saw Emily and Selena standing by a black 2007 mustang. I met them this morning during 2nd block. Selena is gorgeous with black loose curls that come a little past her shoulders, and bright brown eyes. Emily is the perfect definition of All-American, with blonde hair coming down about halfway down her back, and blue eyes. Both are small, and have short skirts, (I'm guessing Emily is about a size 2, Selena a size 4.)

Selena had a phone in her hand. "David, why can't you just come and get us? It's not cranking!" She paused letting the other person on the line reply. "So, hanging out with the guys is more important than your stranded girlfriend?" she spat into the phone. "Is that a girl in the background?" Selena asked shocked. "You have to go? Don't "babe" me. DAVID! DO NOT hang up on me David! "UGH GOD!" she slammed the phone shut.

I walked over and tapped her shoulder. " Hey. Do ya'll need a ride?" I asked. "Yes," Emily sighed. I laughed. "C'mon, ya'll can come to my house and I'll send Charlie to come get your car.

I received a few funny glances and then said, "Oh! Charlie is our mechanic." I laughed. We walked over to my Porsche, and after they stopped staring, Selena opened the door.

"Sorry," I apologized to Selena. "It's kinda small back there." I apologized. "It's fine. Not that tight," she grinned. Emily put the seat back and hopped in the front. I turned on the radio to "Tik Tok" by Kesha. I put down the top. Emily squealed, "I love this song!" as she turned it all the way up.

I pulled up to my front gate and and guy came to the window of our security booth/room. "Hello Mrs. Stewart," he typed in a code to a device in the wall, and handed me a stack of mail. "Thanks Jeff." I smiled as I whipped into the driveway, and into the huge garage, that could fit at least 8 cars. I pulled into the parking space along the wall. The wall belongs to me. All the cars against it are mine, and all the spaces say Miley on them.

I got out and after the girls got out, I shut the garage door with my button thing on my house key. I walked into the house and was immediately confronted by my Step-Monster.

"Where the hell have you been? I've called you like 12 times! I can't find the keys to your private jet." she called out, still not in sight. " They're in my room. Why didn't you just take your jet?" I asked.

"Your's is bigger and nicer and its pink and I think I deserve it, not you. So I'm taking yours." She said, finally walking in. "Oh, and your room is locked." She whined.

"Yeah, cuz its MY room and MY stuff in it. You have no business in there. Take your jet, you can't have mine." I said folding my arms across my chest.

"Listen here you little bit- HELLO! Hi!" she said taking notice of my friends behind me. "uhm, I'm gonna go. I'll see you next Sunday, the day before your Dad gets back. I'm going to my island." She said, faking a smile.

As she walked out, I called out, " 2 things. 1. Take your car to the private airport. Not one of mine. 2. It better be your Island. Cuz I'll have you removed from mine Monster. Oops. I mean Mother. Oh, and take your own jet." I called as I ran up the stairs. "Umm," Selena said, not sure what to say. "Oh, She's my step Mother. She hates me, I hate her." I explained. I unlocked my door to my room and the girls flopped down on my bed as I sat at my desk and logged into a Connect 3 chat room.

Nikaylafan021:OMG!! Nick Gray is such a jerk!

SmileyMiley101: What did he do?

Nikaylafan021: He told Mikayla that he wanted to just be friends!

SmileyMiley101: Um, I dont know who you are, but if youre a true Jonas fan, then you will be glad that Nick Gray is happy.

Musicdude3000: I agree with SmileyMiley101!

Nikaylafan021: signed off

Musicdude3000: THANKYOU!! I have been trying to get her off of here for 3 hours!

SmileyMiley101: lol youre welcome! So whats your name?

Musicdude3000: Nick, you?

SmileyMiley101: Miley! Its nice to meet you Nick!

Musicdude3000: You as well, so you like Connect 3?

SmileyMiley101: Yepperz! Their music gets me through tough times..

Musicdude3000: Really? Like what?

SmileyMiley101: Well my dad is never home, and my Step-mom hates me, and I just

started a new school and I'm an only child and... OMG!! Im sorry! I just loaded you down with that!

Musicdude3000: It's fine, I enjoy talking to you, and if you ever need a friend im here..

SmileyMiley101: Thanks! Oh, I have to go, talk to you tonight?

Musicdude3000: See ya then bye Smiley!

"Let's go to the mall, and then maybe the beach," I suggested, getting up and walking to my closet.

Okayy, totally boring, I know. But Don't worry. When Nick actually comes into the story, it should be a lot better. =) Thanks for reading.

Xoxo,

Whitni