Mileys POV
As I walked from my car to the doors of Winchester high school the school I was a senior at, I put on my smile. The fake smile I always wear. At this place I was miss perfection and I had to uphold an image. Be strong to the world you can be weak in spare time miley.
I opened the doors and strutted through the hall to my locker everyone waving and smiling, some nerds staring. Typical day for Miley Renee Miller. Getting through this day was the not so typical part. I was having a horrible day on the inside feeling like a worthless piece of shit, though I always feel this it was intense today. I guess al this means is serious alone time tonight.
"Hey miles" this was my best friend Joe talking. "You pumped for homecoming parade? What car did your dad get for you to ride in?"
"Oh def Joe! As pumped as pumped can be!" I said with a smile "I don't know some sort of corvette thing, you guys can talk about the car. I'm not a car type of girl" I said laughing
"Oh I know this miss I'm to blonde to understand cars even though I have an A in physics!"
"Hush, school makes sense cars and there parts don't!" we were both laughing now. The bell rang
"Got to go! Love ya!" I blew him a kiss and he blew one back.
I sat there in class smiling and acting like I was listening even though I wasn't. I was good at that.
Later that day Ned Ernestine, the head of the school newspaper came rushing up to me with his stupid notepad that I wanted to rip into shreds, but I simply smiled.
"Hello miley. How are you today? Are you nervous for homecoming? What do you think of your main opponent Chelsea Nunnery?" he was asking a million questions, a million questions a wasn't answering. Chelsea Nunnery as in the bitch who used to be my best friend but stabbed me in back and controlled me like a freak?
"Homecoming is a miner affair that will only truly matter for a couple weeks and it is truly for fun. Also Chelsea is very gorgeous just like all the contestants so it could go any way. That's all the questions for today to get out of my face, much love bye!"
I ran before the nerd jerk could catch up. Time to go home and get to myself wallow and pity.