Miley sat, drinking her apple juice as she watched the morning news. A segment about Hannah Montana was on, and Miley stared at the television in deep concentration. "Teen pop sensation, Hannah Montana, has sold over one million cd's since..."

Miley began choking on her apple juice. She was choking and gasping for air, soon falling off the couch, nearly puking everywhere. As Miley was having her little episode, Oliver and Lily walked in the door. Lily began, "Hey Mi..."

Both of them stared at her as she stood up. She swallowed the apple juice still left in her mouth, which was not very much considering most of it was on the floor. "Hey guys!" Miley chimed.

"Hey guys? You just practically chocked to death Miley!" Oliver exclaimed. "Are you ok?" He asked coming over to her.

"Yeah, I'm fine! In, fact I'm better that fine, I'm off the hook!" Miley gleamed. "Hannah Montana has sold over one MILLLION cd's!"

"Oh my gosh, Miley! This is awesome!" Lily screamed, jumping up and down.

"Come on, let's just go. We're gonna be late for school." Oliver said, heading out the door.

"What's his problem?" Miley asked Lily.

"Don't ask me! I have no idea."

Lily and Miley walked together along the sidewalk as Oliver walked in front of them. Miley all of a sudden stopped, holding her head.

"Miley, what's wrong?" Lily asked.

Miley looked up at her. "Oh... nothing, I'm fine."

"Okay, if you say so." The two girls continued walking, assuming Oliver didn't notice they stopped since he was now far ahead of them.

Miley's POV:

I wanted so bad to go back home and go to bed, but I couldn't let anyone know my secret. Though my body wasn't handling it well, I didn't want to stop. After doing it for about a week, I thought my body would be at least halfway accustomed to it, but obviously not.

When we got to the school, the bell rang almost immediately. Oliver and I headed to 1st period, considering it was the only class they had together without Lily. They slipped into their seats and began class.

At lunch:

Lily sat her tray down at a table with Oliver, while I had gone to the bathroom. "Hey, do you know what's up with Miley?" Lily asked.

"No, I don't. But I know something is wrong. I mean, she's not eating," Oliver replied with a concerned look on his face. After his statement, I went and sat by him.

I put my head in my hand, supported by my elbow on the table. "Miley, are you feeling okay?" Oliver asked.

"Oh, I-I just have a stomach ache, that's all," I replied, now putting my head on the table. It felt wrong to lie to them, but it was the best thing to do.

"You don't look good. Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" Oliver offered.

"Sure," I agreed, standing up. Oliver stood up and grabbed my hand. I couldn't tell if it was to be friendly, or affectionate, but I liked it. He walked with me to the nurse and we went into the room.

"Hello Miley! What's the matter?" The nurse asked. She knew me from when I started my period, and she is good at matching face with names.

"I have a stomach ache," I told her.

"Oh, well have you tried to eat anything?" She asked. Oh gosh, that was the one thing I didn't want to do. I had been puking for a reason, not to get fat. Eating food makes you fat so I can't eat. Wait, that's it. If I puke, they have to send me home. But I have to make this convincing.