A/N: once again you guys amaze me! I can't believe that you guys enjoy my writing so much! The feeling when I log on to my email and see I have 20 emails from Fan Fiction about my two stories saying that someone added me to there scriptions or favorite story, or reviews! They make me squeal in happiness and I am not the type of person who squeals. So I just wanted to say thank you and I hope you enjoy this chapter because this one is for you, my amazing readers.
The final bell rang but it sounded more like music to Miley's ears. After eating in the janitors closet for lunch and being talked about, made fun of and just plain insulted she was exhausted. Ever since that kid, whose name turned out to be Luke, confronted her in history class she became the new laughing stock of the school. Oh how she hated Luke. Her right cheek was still red and she had a feeling it would soon turn blue. Perfect. Just plain perfect.
Miley grabbed her books she needed for home work and her green backpack from her locker and practically ran out of school, but not fast enough because she happened to hear Luke make a comment about her butt to his friends then start laughing like a character that crawled out of her nightmare but once again she had to face the fact that this wasn't a dream. She wouldn't be waking up any time soon and she truly was living the type of life that four years ago she would of never even imagined her like this. So Broken.
Miley entered the parking lot scanning for her brother's old red car. You'd think that when an old red pick-up truck was placed in a lot with a bunch of silver and black convertibles and fancy cars it would stick out like a soar thumb. But of coarse is didn't, it blended in with everything else. The red pick-up tuck could accomplish the one single thing she wished she could. But Miley was living her own nightmare and nothing would ever go her way it seemed.
Miley ended up walking home because she figured Jackson must of already left and just forgotten that she was waiting for him. Normally she'd be mad but he was all she had left. He understood her and she loved him with her whole heart.
Miley arrived at her house only to be confronted by the smell of alcohol. Yes that's right Miley's aunt is an alcoholic. Miley pushed open yet another door and saw her aunt out cold on the couch and her brother ordering pizza for the two of them. So Miley signaled to Jackson that she'd be upstairs and he nodded back in understanding, Miley forced her Jell-O –like legs to climb the steps that lead to her room.
First Miley padded her way over to the pink mirror hanging on the blue and green polka-dotted walls. She was right on her cheek in the shape of a hand was a dark blue mark. Normally Miley would have cared but she just couldn't. She wasn't in the mood to care. She stopped caring when she got the phone call four years ago saying that her and her brother Jackson were now parentless. Ever since then Miley refused to care and the ring of a cell phone sacred the crap out of her.
The night dragged on and soon the Pizza arrived at the door. Miley came down and padded for the pizza. It was her turn to pay, her and Jackson would alternate because it was oblivious that Aunt Trish wasn't going to make them a meal. At lest not one that was eatable. Miley thanked the young man that brought over the pizza and then shut the door, making her way over to the kitchen so she could eat. She set the pizza down and so her night continued.
During diner Miley and Jackson talked about random things and Miley was careful not to tell him how much of an awful day she really had. It was just something that she didn't want her brother to be apart of. After the pizza was eaten and such Miley once again forced her legs to take her upstairs. When Miley reached her room she just flopped on to her bed and fell asleep the minute her head hit the soft bed.
Miley awoke to the sound of her phone alarm blasting the song "welcome to my life" it fit her perfectly as of now. She rolled out of bed and shut off the alarm on her phone. Oh great another day of hell was the thought that instantly came to mind. Miley look at the blue handprint that was now engraved into her face, it covered most of the upper part of her right cheek, it didn't look pretty. Miley put on a pair of blue jeans and an old vintage concert T-shirt. Miley ran a brush threw her tattered hair and then bent down to scoop up her backpack from the wooden floor. Miley went down stairs and grabbed a granola bar for breakfast and a water bottle.
Miley decided to walk to school today, she didn't want to have some awkward conversation with Jackson the whole ride so to make that impossible she told him that she would walk. Miley was just short of half way there when the sky opened up and the first crack of thunder appeared. Miley shivered as the rain droplets soaked her. Perfect, just perfect. Was the thought running threw Miley's mind.
It took Miley a half hour but she finally made her way threw the rain and into school. Miley was so nervous when she walked into homeroom she didn't even realize how soaked she really was. Not until now that is.
Realization hit when the girl that goes by the name of Selena (Russo) said, "hey Stewart, trying to win a wet T-shirt contest?" the whole class exploded in laughter and Miley wrapped her arms around her body just praying to become invisible.
Homeroom was over and Miley made sure to run to her locker and put on her hoodie to cover up her soaked shirt. It was only 8 o'clock and her day already sucked.
Threw out all of Miley's morning classes she was ridiculed and laughed at. She felt like crap. Like the whole world was against her and was set on just breaking her once again. Miley prayed that maybe just maybe she could make one friend.
Miley's prayers were answered during break when she heard her name being called.
"Hey!" a boy with saggy brown hair said directed at her, "it's Miley right?"
"Yeah" Miley replied short and simple. She wanted him to get it over with; to make her want to cry and leave as fast as possible but what happened instead shocked her.
"Hi, I'm Oliver, and I know what its like to be the new kid. I was new last year."
"Wow, thanks. I think you're the first person who has actually talked to me." Miley said with a smile stretching across her face.
"Well I am talking to you and I'm also asking you if you needed a friend"
"You have no idea," Miley said and at that moment she knew she had a friend for life. Sure she'd never tell him her whole story and she wasn't going to let him in. she'd only let him in just enough so that they could be friends, but she refused to let him in any more then that, it was best this way. Miley wouldn't get hurt once he changed his mind. And he will they all do.
A/N: I know it seems like Miley's life is starting to get better but make sure to read the next one if you want to see how I manage to mess it all up. no this isn't going to be a Moliver story, Oliver just sets up the next few chapters. and don't think I forgot about Nick because I promise in this chapter or the next Nick will come, I just don't want to rush any thing too much. I have a basic plan for this story but there will be some chapters that are just what ever I think of at the moment. and also please send me your ideas or your predictions for this story because I'm working really hard on it but I want to know what you guys want to see happen.