I was actually REALLY shocked that I got 3 reviews! I know it's not a lot, but still :) This chapter is basically just giving background on Miley. The same stuff happens though once they meet. It just shows what Miley's all about. I hope you like it :)

Miley's POV

BEEP BEEP BEEP. I woke instantly with that painful ringing in my ears. I slammed my alarm off and quickly hopped out of bed. 4 am. Every morning, 4 am. Every morning, 4am, at the rink. I practically lived there. Saying I was a competitive figure skater would be putting it lightly. It's in my blood, and therefore part of my morning routine. Trust me, this is normal in my household. I rushed into the bathroom, almost slipping on the rug but quickly saved myself. I turned on the hot water in the shower and put the dial all the way to the left to make it EXTRA hot, after all I would be living in an ice cold arena for the next couple of hours. I showered and quickly got out and got my bag together. Skates, costume, and iPod, it was all there. I rushed downstairs where I saw my mom making her usual morning coffee. Yes, my mother was up at 5 am, just like me. This is probably caused by the fact that she was very similar to the way I am when she was my age. She did win that Gold Medal, so I guess it was worth it, right? In order for me to get the gold, I need to practice practice practice. I grabbed the car keys and started to head towards the car when she called to me.

"Miley, won't you eat SOMETHING. You don't want to pass out on the ice... again," she said, making me remember that horrible experience.

It was about 6 months ago, I was in major competitive mode. Training for a minor but important competition in Connecticut, so it required a flight and everything. That whole week, I barely ate a thing, wanting to stay as light as a feather. I ate only when i was HUNGRY, and even then it wasn't much. No, I wasn't an anorexic skater, I just ate only really healthy and not a lot. But anyway, we were ready to start the short program when all of a sudden, I passed out. But I woke up in the hospital where I had a feeding tube. It was awful, and I felt bad that I put my body at a deadly risk. It was actually part of the reason why we moved a few months later. Nobody wanted to help me train thinking I would risk the competition by passing out. So I just stayed low until my parents found a place FAR away. That's how we ended up here in Alabama.. much different then home, but no chance of anyone knowing me on a severely personal level like they knew me back home in Utah.

"Uh, yeah. I remembered I left something upstairs, can you make me some toast?" I said, rushing back upstairs. I didn't actually forget anything, but I needed an excuse.

Oh no, I did forget something. My lucky bracelet that I wore every practice. My friend from back home gave it to me when I was in the hospital as a get well present, and with it she said 'This will make sure you never hurt yourself when you are on the ice, it's your new lucky bracelet.' I never knew if it was just a joke to make me smile, or if she jinxed it; but, ever since then I haven't had a skating injury. I rushed back downstairs to see two pieces of toast on the counter with jelly spread on top. I grabbed one piece and managed a goodbye with my mouth full of crumbs. The drive from here to the rink is only 5 minutes, which is good considering hardly ANYONE is on the road at 5:30 am.

I made it to the rink at 5:35 and used the key my parents paid for to get in. I'm always the first person in the building and the last person out, for the most part. I went in and used another key to unlock the locker room, but I was surprised to find it already unlocked. Thanks Mr. Janitor, he knows me so well. I rushed down the steps and changed into my casual practice costume that makes my jumps effortless and easy. I tied my hair back and came running up the steps out of the locker room over to the bench to put my skates on. 6am. Once they were on, I noticed the ice had been freshly done by the zamboni. I had to smile. The people here knew exactly what I wanted in such little time of even knowing me and my competitiveness. I stepped on the ice to feel the usual but comforting floating on air-like feeling. I took my iPod out of my pocket and played my playlist called 'Practice,' which obviously I only played during my personal practices. It had upbeat songs that got my blood pumping. First song that came on was 'Toxic' by Britney Spears. It just made me feel invicible. I skated around the rink, getting myself ready for a triple Salchow, a skating element that barely ANY female skaters can do. I've nailed it once, but that was awhile before my 'incident.' I've been trying to nail it every practice but I know by practicing it without anyone around makes me very likely to get injured. I got myself into the position and before I knew it I was in the air but but didn't quite make it and landed with a thud on my right thigh, having my earbuds fall out of my ears onto the ice as well.

Ouch. I winced while getting up. 'If you're not going to try, don't,' said the little voice in my head. I went at it again, this time, no music, just my blades scraping the ice and my heavy breathing. I took off and landed. But.. no, sadly it was only a double. Better than nothing I guess. I went over the usual stuff like my sit spins,my spread eagle, and other skating components. And before I knew it, it was 7:30, which was the time the REST of the skaters came. But, they weren't single skaters like me, they were in partners. They all knew I came here early, I mean, it was something I couldn't really cover up. 1) The ice was all torn up from my skating. 2) My blades were wet with carved up ice or 'snow.' 3) I had worked up a sweat. And 4) Well, it wasn't that easy to just 'show up' like the rest of them.

"Hey Miley!" The girls said, skating over quickly to socialize. I had to just say a slight 'hey' and sigh. It irritated me when they cared more about socializing then skating. I looked up to see their male partners come in. I always wanted to try partners, but I'm afraid I would be bossy, so I just stuck with solo. Justin, Selena's partner was starting at me again, probably because he likes me. I just know he does. I've only been here a month, and he practically drools over me. It's flattering, but I just don't see him that way. I like to keep it professional.

"Hi Miley, so I'll just cut to the chase, this Saturday, do you want to go out to dinner with me? Say 7ish." He asked, in his usual 'trying to be charming' voice. The other girls and couples were too involved with talking about their weekend. My weekend? Skating. That's all.

"Uh Justin, that's nice, but I have plans with my parents. We're going out of town to see.. the competition. You know, visit other rinks, observe practices, make it seem like other skaters are just like me when it comes to devotion and stuff. I know, it's weird but still, I need to know this stuff so I have a chance of getting the gold someday," I managed to ramble out leaving him with a confused look on his face. I should really think my lies out more thoroughly. However, this is partially true. I DO go to other rinks and observe competition.

"Uh sure Miley, another time maybe?" I nodded. Although, it probably never would happen.

Practice went by as usual, our coach did warmups with us [although I was already VERY comfortable] and observed our jumps. I had a slight tift with Selena when she was staring at some curly haired boy she seemed to know. She needs to focus more, for the sake of her partner and herself. She wouldn't want to be put in a dangerous situation.

When practice ended, I went out to see Selena hug the mystery guy. I rolled my eyes. So much for professional. I took off my skates and put them back in my bag. Crap, where's my iPod?

"Uh, Miley?" I looked up, meeting chocolate eyes.

"Um, do i know you?" I questioned.

"No, but uh I just wanted to say you were great out on the ice," said the mystery man, nodding and pointing to the rink.

"Oh well, thanks. You were watching me?" Oh no, not another stalker.

"Yeah, I tend to watch other practices. It just relaxes me thinking that I'm not the one doing all the work out there." He said, I laughed. Wow, I do something similar to that. More like watch practices, take notes, and DEFEAT my competition.

"Yeah I did that back home. But I don't want to be known as the creepy, stalker skating chick." A lie, but a somewhat true lie. But he laughed, so I smiled.

"Yeah, well it was nice meeting you," He extended his hand.

"Yeah, you too, uh.." Yeah, what was his name.

"Nick," I smiled and shook his hand.

"See ya around?" He nodded, and I walked away to go get my iPod from the rink. I can see why Selena likes this guy, and I smiled to myself.