THE ROUGH DIAMOND

- Simple Song

"Get up, get up, get up!" Dad yelled in my ear.

"Erghhh" was the only thing I managed to spit out.

I rolled over, facing dad, squinting from the bright light as I heard a splashing noise. He was holding a bucket of water. I looked back and forth at dad and the bucket.

He nodded and a sly smile spread among his lips. "5…4…3…2..."

Dad was bluffing. He is the easiest person to read. Just as I thought this, icy cold water hit me like a knives all throughout my body. The water soaked right through my pajamas all the way into my mattress. I jumped up in shock from the cold.

"I can't believe you did that!" I yelled at dad, shivering.

His smile quickly changed to a huge grin. I death stared at him, which wiped that grin off his face almost immediately and he ran out of the room.

I yelled in frustration and stomped down into the kitchen.

I looked at the clock. 8: 17 AM. I madly dashed up and down, through the house getting ready. I was in too much of a rush to be mad at a dad. I will get back at him after school.

Thinking I was only really cold from having water tipped over me, I misjudged the weather. I put on a very thin black cardigan and raced out of the house, the freezing; crisp air was as nearly as bad as the water. I had no time to go back and grab a jumper - I was already late as it is - I speed walked the rest of the way to school; the hairs on my arms sticking up.

I sprinted to school, struggling not to choke on the wintry air. I made my way in through the gates, puffing. I looked at my watch - I was ten minutes late and the classroom I was in was right on the opposite side of the school of my locker. It wasn't even 9:30 and I already couldn't wait for this day to end.

I walked into the bathroom before I went to class to check myself out. I was a total mess. My cheeks were bright red from running to school but my lips were blue from the chilly weather. My hair was greasy and frizzy as I had no time for a shower. And I had chucked on the quickest thing I could find. A pair of jeans that were a size to big for me and were falling off and a t-shirt I've had for I can't even remember how long anymore.

At last, I walked into class. Biology, my favourite. With Ms. Kunkle, even better. I knew how mad she would be so I tried my hardest to sneak in. It didn't work.

"Miley Stewart! You are 15 minutes late! Where have you been?" She yelled stare angrily at me.

"Uhh…I had to talk to one of the teachers about something?" This was the best thing I could come up with on the spot.

"And what was that?" Ms. Kunkle was really scary.

"My English teacher was giving me extra work coz I want to do really well and get A+ on everything. That's how committed I am to school." I tried improvising.

"Well clearly you aren't, otherwise you would have been to class on time!" Every time she spoke, her voice seemed to get louder. She pulled out a slip of paper, jotting a few notes on it. "Detention Stewart!"

"What?" I looked at her in shock. "I'm nearly never later! That's so unfair!"

"Oh, I see you're talking back now." She got out another slip of paper. "That's two detentions!"

You have got to be kidding me! Irritably I snatched the paper out of her hand and headed towards the classroom door.

"Not now Stewart! You're not missing anymore of my class!" I glanced around the room, every person sat there a silently as possible, knowing that even the slightest peep they'd being getting detention too.

I skimmed over the slips. One of the dates, I had a recording for some of my new songs. The other one, I had a CD signing. "But Ms. Kunkle, I have something on both of these days. They're really important!"

"Well you should have thought about that before you turned up late to my class. Now sit down and be quiet!"

"But-" I objected before being cut off.

"Sit!" I can't believe this, I hate Ms. Kunkle. I cannot comprehend how horrible she is.

I took a seat next to Lilly and Oliver, sighing. "Miley, you look terrible. What'd you do?"

"Haha." I laughed sarcastically. "You've always had the way with compliments Oliver. I had a Hannah thing and didn't get home till really late."

I walked into the recording studio. Dad called up the school and talked my way out of detention. I was recording three of my new songs for my new album and I was really excited to get started. I decided to write all of my own songs this album and I was really proud of them.

I waited outside the room I was going to be recording in, as there were some other people in there, finishing up.

The door opened. I couldn't believe it. It was the Jesse McCartney. I had met him once, very briefly at one of my concerts and I immediately fell in love with his cute charm.

I knew he was making a new album as well but I didn't expect him to be here! I could not believe my luck. He is absolutely stunning!

"Hey Jesse." I said in the most flirtatious voice I could do.

"Hannah!" He said eagerly, and hugged me. "How have you been?"

"Yeah, I've been really good. It's so good to see you! How about you?" I could see my dad staring at Jesse from the sidelines, but I ignored him.

"I've been really great as well. I've just been recording some of my new songs. I didn't think I was going to run into you here."

I grinned at him, biting my lip. He was extremely hot!

"So, maybe you'd want to go out sometime?" Jesse asked hopefully.

"Yeah, sure. Of course. I'd love to." I replied a bit too enthusiastically.

"Oh my god! Jesse McCartney! Woo!" I heard someone scream as we exchanged numbers.

I turned around. There was standing Lilly, or Lola. She had gone off to buy some food and she had ice-cream smeared all around her mouth.

I put my head in my hands. Seriously, only Lilly. Why do I ever bring her to these things? I very soon stopped cringing over her and over my dad who was still watching very cautiously at Jesse. All I could care about was, Jesse McCartney just asked me out! I was screaming in my head.

Lilly walked over to me. "Hey Miley?"

"Lola, it is Hannah." I whispered to her. "Do you want to blow my secret?"

"Miley." She said again and I smacked my hand to my forehead. "Miley!"

"Miley!" Lola started shaking me.

"Who is Miley? My name is Hannah!" I yelled. What the hell is she doing?

"Miley! Wake up!"

I opened my eyes. I didn't see a recording studio. I didn't see dad. And more importantly, I didn't see Jesse.

The harsh lights killed my eyes. Lilly was staring right at me. So was Oliver. So was Ms. Kunkle. And so was the rest of the class.

SHIT! Ms. Kunkle looked like she was going to shoot me. "OFFICE! NOW!"

I slowly walked down the corridors to the office, slumping. Period one is not even over yet and I've already managed to have water pour over me, get three detentions, fall asleep in class and get sent to the office. Could this day get worse? To think, no of this would have happened if it wasn't for my Hannah Montana concert last night. It may be fun sometimes, but living two lives sure is a very time consuming and very hard! Can't I ever catch a break?

I wish I was on a date with Jesse McCartney instead.