Well thanks to the few people who are reading this. It's sad that it's not getting as much attention because there aren't any relationships in it. Oh well! I'm still gonna write it...muuuwahaha
I forgot to put it in the first two chaps...I don't own anything to do with Hannah Montana.
Chapter 3: Who is Hannah Montana?
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Miley groaned as her arm extended from her tangled comforter and bashed her alarm clock. She yawned and stretched her arms over her head, feeling the effects of her three hour concert last night.
She swung her legs over the side of her bed and walked sleepily downstairs.
"Mornin', bud." Her dad yelled from the kitchen as he heard the stairs creak as Miley trotted down them. The smell of chocolate chip, banana pancakes wafted through the air as Miley walked into the kitchen.
"Those smell great, dad." She smiled and grabbed an apple off the counter.
A bang and crash erupted from the living room.
"Morning, Jackson!" Miley and Mr. Stewart called in unison.
He yawned and stretched as he walked into the kitchen with half open eyes and grunted a greeting at them.
"Banana pancakes, son. They're your favorite." Robbie Ray said as he nodded at the plate of warm, moist, chocolaty pancakes sitting quietly on top of each other.
Jackson opened his eyes, made a caveman like sound, and grabbed six or seven pankcakes. Miley watched in disbelief.
"Save some for the starving children, Jackson, geesh," she rolled her eyes.
"I am a starving child," he replied as he hovered protectively over his plate.
Miley chuckled to herself and tossed a wrinkled up napkin at him. "Thanks for breakfast dad," she said as she made her way back to her room to prepare herself for another school day.
There was a little chill in the air that morning as Miley wrapped her hoodie around her shoulders tightly and sauntered into the front of the school. The hallways were packed with swarms of students and she pushed her way through a group to find Lilly and Oliver.
She could have sworn David Early, a senior, who would never look her way, gave her a funny stare. And she was pretty sure, Maya Adobe, head cheerleader, had looked at her too. Miley swiped her hands down her hoodie and brushed them through her hair to make sure everything was in place.
"Is there something on my face?" Miley asked Lilly's back. Lilly flipped quickly around and gave her friend the once over.
"No, why?"
"I just got weird stares from a bunch of popular seniors. I walk the same way everyday and never get noticed and then all of a sudden." Miley looked down at the front of her shirt.
"You're probably just paranoid…" Lilly began.
"Stewart!" Miley flipped quickly around to find whoever had just shouted her name and found Amber, Ashley, and a few other people she could care less about, running towards her waving what looked like a magazine.
Miley narrowed her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.
"Stewart, before I thought you could become any more of a desperate loser, this happens." Amber shoved the jumbled magazine at her and stood back, folding her arms across her chest.
Miley straightened the book and turned to the cover. It was a Daily Tattler. Miley hated that magazine. She looked down the front of the magazine and her eyes fell upon something she thought she would never see.
Right under the huge title: WHO IS HANNAH MONTANA?
…was her picture.
Janelle had just dropped her daughter off at school. They had listened to Hannah Montana the entire ride. Janelle had finally made up her mind not to print the picture. She wanted to let this girl keep whatever she had going and not devastate fans from all over the globe.
She eased her tiny Honda into her parking spot, stepped out of the car, and ran her hands down her pencil skirt to straighten out any wrinkles. She took out her compact to make sure her mascara accentuated her green eyes just enough and to make sure she didn't have lipstick on her teeth.
The Daily Tattler had been her home since her and her daughter had left her ex-husband. It had been four years. Celebrity gossip was the last thing she saw herself doing when she graduated with a journalism degree from Columbia University but it paid the bills until she could get herself a real job.
She rode the elevator to floor number four and entered the big glass doors of her office. Her desk was empty as usual so she placed her briefcase down and went through her drawers to find the alleged picture of Hannah Montana. She couldn't find it. She panicked a bit and checked under her desk and through her drawers again. Unlucky, she walked to where Amber was flipping through the new issue.
"Amber, you didn't print my picture did you?" She asked a bit roughly.
"Janelle, I thought you printed it." Amber turned to face Janelle and pointed to the picture of Hannah Montana on the front.
"No, I left it on my desk last night. I wasn't going to print it. Can I see that?" Janelle frantically grabbed the magazine and began to read.
WHO IS HANNAH MONTANA?
By: Janelle Roberts
Our beloved Hannah Montana,
who has gone through great lengths
to stay out of the public eye,
may not be who we think she is.
This photo caught Hannah in the act
of removing her wig! Could this be a
Hannah fraud or the real thing?
The young girl photographed in this
picture is Miley Stewart, a fifteen year old
Malibu resident. Stewart is a Sophomore
at Seaview high school.
The real question is: Is Miley Stewart
Hannah Montana or perhaps an
exceptionally good impersonator?
Janelle looked from the page up to Amber. "You didn't write this?"
"No, I didn't write this. I thought you wrote it." Amber's worried eyes studied her pretty friend.
"I left it on my desk last night. It was piled under some things so nobody would see it. You are the only person who knew where I put it, Amber!" Janelle scolded her quietly, trying her best not to create a scene.
"Janelle, I swear. I didn't touch your picture. I left right after you!" Amber defended.
Janelle huffed a sigh of annoyance and flipped through to the story again.
"Check your computer for anything. They would have had to of written it here. You know nothing gets published from outside of this office. Check your computer." Amber pointed towards Janelle's desk
Janelle signed onto the system and patiently waited as her computer warmed up. She opened her word processing program and checked her recently saved files. There it was, plain as day, the Hannah Montana story by Janelle Roberts.
Janelle's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Who could have done this? Who knew her password? Who would frame her for something like this?
Amber sauntered over to Janelle's desk. "Did you find anything?" she asked.
"It was written from my computer," Janelle scrolled down the page to show Amber.
They both gasped in shock. "Elle, there's a security guard who watches the monitors at night. I bet he got a tape!"
Amber and Janelle scurried downstairs in search of the security office.
Miley stirred a bit and opened her eyes, feeling something warm and damp lying against her forehead. Her eyes met Lilly and Nurse Jane's worried eyes.
"Lil, I just had the worst dream," she groaned and sat up.
Lilly gulped, "it wasn't a dream, Miles."
"Wait, why am I in the nurses office?" Miley glanced around confused.
"Uh, you passed out after you saw the picture." Lilly told her friend carefully as she looked to Nurse Jane. "Nurse Jane can we have a minute?"
Nurse Jane nodded and stepped out of the tiny room.
Miley clenched her eyes shut, "please, just tell me this is a nightmare and I'm going to wake up in my big, fluffy bed at home."
"Miles, its real. Someone took a picture of you as Hannah! I don't know how or why but it happened. The somewhat good news is that no one at school really believes it."
"Great," she groaned, "not only am I at the bottom of the 'cool list,' now I'm a Hannah Montana fake." Miley flopped back down onto the stiff bed and placed her hands over her face. "Shoot me now Lils; put me out of my misery."
"Miley, I don't know who could have gotten that picture but no matter how this pans out, I'm your best friend and I'm going to support whatever decision you make. If you want to tell the world the truth or if you would rather pretend you're a fake and get ridiculed for the rest of your high school career…"
"Lilly, I get it."
"I was just…"
"I get it." Miley finalized before Lilly dug the hole any deeper.
I hope the few people that are reading this are enjoying it!