Four years later Miley and her brother moved to live with their aunt in Malibu California. Over the past four years her and her brother have moved constantly from place to place to place, they never fitted in with everyone else and it hut them both. Today was Miley's first day at her new school and surprisingly she wasn't worried. Miley has had more then enough first days to know what to expect so she bravely got into the car with her brother that morning and he started driving.
"You ready Mi? Jackson said trying to strike up a conversation
"Not really it's always the same, never going to change" Miley said gazing out the window at the passing town.
"Well I have a good feeling about this school, and Aunt Trish (I know she's Mileys mom in real life but just pretend.) Said were staying here until the end of the year so we really don't have a choice" Jackson mumbled because even though he seemed pretty content with starting a new school again he was just as upset about it as Miley was.
Miley and Jackson arrived at school and a lump filled Mileys throat, "here we go again" is all the could think. Miley bit her bottom lip took a deep breath meanly preparing her-self for the day ahead. Her small pale fingers wrapped around the cold metal handle and she slowly moved the door revealing her new school. I looked pretty average; she could already spot the cliques. She spotted a group of emos a group of nerds talking to a few band geeks and a cheerleader or two. She could already tell this was going to turn into a living nightwear.
Miley checked the sheet of paper that held all of her classes on it tightly in her hands, tight enough that her knuckles began to loose color. She stepped up to the door of her supposed homeroom, and exhaled a deep sigh. And for the second time today she gathered up the courage to push open another door.
Miley walked into the class and went straight to the teacher who was checking her email while the eyes of her fellow class mates bore a hole into the back of her skull. 'Oh great'
Was all that Miley could think. She approached the desk and a short redhead looked up at her and smiled. Miley handed her the note saying that she was knew, and let out another breath that she didn't even know she was holding in.
"Welcome Miley, I'm Mrs. Torennta and I'll be your home room teacher and your friends, so come to me any time you need to!" The red-head said overly happy, Miley thought she was high for about a minute then she inhaled the strong sent of black coffee. 'Of coarse'
"Thank you Mrs. Torennta I sure will." Miley lied plain and simple. She had gotten so good at lying over the past years. She is the master at faking smiles and no one can lie the way she can, it's just so natural.
"Ok well class, as you can see we have a new student today." Mrs. Tornetta addressed the class in her bubbly voice, then turned to Miley and said, "Honey would you mind introducing your self?"
"Sure" Miley said quietly, before turning to the class as she started to say, "hey, my name is Miley Stewart, I'm originally from Tennessee but I just moved from Pennsylvania, to come live with my aunt." and with that Miley walked over to an empty seat sat down and stayed quiet.
Home room was almost over and Miley already heard rumors being started about her, they varied from, "I heard she killed her parents when she was six and after her time in Jail they sent her to live with her aunt" or "I heard that she was disowned from her family and forced to live with her aunt." and so the rumors went on each one more crazy then the next and Miley was getting frustrated. She hated new schools.
The day dragged on for Miley, she'd gotten lost on her way to class twice already and when ever she'd arrive at a new class she'd introduce her self with the same story she used in home room then she'd take a seat and not talk for the rest of class.
Miley's plan for turning into a chameleon was going great that was until she reached yet another door. She door to Mr. Tallion's history class. Miley took another deep breath, probably billionth of the day and pushed open the heavy wooden door.
Miley's eyes sanded the room, it was normal. Blue carpet, wooden desks arranged in a circle, posters and maps covering the white walls and a big teachers desk next to the white dry-erase bored. Miley was early due to the fact that she figured out where room 263 was when she got lost looking for her English class. So Miley ventured to the corner of the circle and prayed that if she was quiet enough she wouldn't even have to make her stupid introduction for her self that's she has done way too many times today.
Minutes passed and kids filled in, Miley sank down in her seat hoping to pull off being invisible to her whole class. Then Mr. Tallion walked in and just started teaching, he didn't notice the new addition to the class, which made Miley's day she pulled off being a chameleon, or at least that's what she thought.
About half way threw history class Mr. Tallion had to leave to go make copies of a handout illustrating the outline of next weeks test. Once he left the room a random kid with blonde shaggy hair counted to ten out loud.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one" and the second he reached one the class became an uproar of talking teenagers. It was all going fine until someone noticed her.
"Hey you in the back!" a kid with short dark almost black hair called out. Miley looked around in confusion causing the kid to say, "yes you" to Miley
Miley flinched she knew this was going to end badly, Miley had been threw enough hard time and bulling to just get that gut feeling when she was about to be harassed.
"Yes?" Miley replied in a squeak, she wanted to make her voice sound strong but she was far too nervous.
"What's your name?" he said with a smirk signifying that he caught onto her terror.
"Miley." she said in the same tone as before but a bit stronger.
"Miley… I like that name." the kid said making his way over to her, each step he took haunted her, the squeaking of the floors under his feet sounded like they were laughing at her as well.
"Thank you" Miley choked out, as he reached her desk.
"You know your kind of cute," he said staring at her chest instantly making her feel self-conscious.
Miley stood up from her desk in an attempt to get away from this kid; he was seriously starting to scare her.
"Oh no need to be afraid of Me." he said looking at her with piercing eyes that were as black as night. It scared the heck out of her.
He started walking towards her and she walked backwards trying to find a way to escape him, but nothing work and now her back was up against the wall.
He chuckled in a way that would be perfect for a scary movie. But this was no movie; Miley realized that when he grabbed her butt roughly. Miley squirmed and tried to get out of his clasp. Bad idea
"Why you little…" he said as he raised his had and brought it to her face with such force that it caused an instant bruise. Tears started to brim her eyes but Miley wouldn't dare let them fall. She was stronger then that, she would just have to hold in her tears until the bell rang. And luckily for Miley I rang before he could harm her any more.
Miley dashed out of class but the laughing of her class mates rang threw her head, and the burning of her cheek refused to subside. It was time for lunch but no way in hell was Miley going to go into a room filled with those people.
It took Miley about fifteen minutes until she found a quite door that she pushed open to reveal the janitors closet. Miley went in and found a small chain attached to a light and pulled it. The light illumined the dark closet and Miley sat down on a bucket and ate her PB&J sandwich and cried. That was how Miley's first day of school went.
A/N: OH MY GOSH!!! You guys are SO amazing! I checked my computer today when I got home and I saw how many people read this story and how many reviewed and my heart soared! I seriously screamed with happiness. You guys rock out loud!!! There will be a Niley so just keep reading; I needed to set up the story first. So tell me what you thought of Miley's first day, pretty rough huh?