Author: iluvjb4ever123 PM
Her mom transferred jobs again causing her to start over at a new high school. She instantly becomes friends with two people but she catches the glance of a guy in her class. Will she be too shy to ever introduce herself to him? Niley.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 23 - Words: 61,396 - Reviews: 560 - Favs: 195 - Follows: 136 - Updated: 08-02-09 - Published: 02-01-09 - Status: Complete - id: 4834924
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a/n: I thought of this idea when I was watching Cinderella 3: A Twist in Time. Yeah, I know... my ideas come to me at weird times. I was texting my friend and telling her a little about the plot and told me to continue to add to it. So I did, this is for you Jenn... haha yes I mentioned her in the story xp. The whole story's going to be in Miley's point of view.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Just the plot. Enjoy.
I looked in the mirror, making sure that each hair was in its place. It was my first day of my sophomore year at the new high school. I had to make sure I looked decent. I sighed; I didn't really try much with my outfit. I was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a white T, and some worn out converses. My hair was flat, as always. I finished telling myself how nice I looked, clearly lying to myself.
"Miley!" I heard my mom call from the kitchen. "You better hurry up or you're going to miss your bus." She said. I grabbed my backpack off the chair, putting it on while I walked out to the kitchen.
"You look nice." My mom said, smiling.
"Right..." I said, "So why can't you drive me to school again?" I asked, grabbing a piece of burned toast from the floral plate in front of my mother.
"I have to get to work early today, and this is a really good time for you to meet new people, make new friends." She said and opened up the dishwater, setting the dirty dishes in.
"It's high school, mom not 3rd grade. There are cliques stereotypes, and since I'm starting school this late, I'm not going to fit in." I said, taking a bite of the bitter toast.
"Why are you so negative? It's like you take after you father." She said bitterly as her hands landed on her hips
"I'm not negative." I muttered. "I'm just telling you the truth."
My mom arched her eyebrow, ready to say something when she saw the bus pull up on the curb. "Have a good day, okay." She said, wiping her hands then kissing me on the forehead.
I rolled my eyes. "That's not possible." I mumbled and opened the door and walked out to the bus.
"Good morning," The bus driver greeted me when I got on.
I gave her a small smile and continued walking down the aisle of the bus, attracting several stares from the students.
"Who is she?" Someone whispered, loud enough for me to hear.
"I don't know, probably a new kid." Another said loudly.
I finally reached the back of the bus, taking a seat as quickly as I could, making the two girls on the other side turn to see who I was. They were practically burning a whole on the side of my face.
"Who's she?" One of the girls asked.
"Who cares?" The other scoffed.
I scooted farther away, getting as close as I could to the wall of the bus as possible. I hated starting over, especially when it was in the middle of the school year. It was going to be hard making new friends. I'm quiet, everyone ignores the quiet one. Today was just the beginning of the worst.
"Yo!" A deep voice called. I didn't bother looking up, they probably wasn't talking to me anyways.
"Hey." They said again and I turned. "I see you're new here." He said, smiling genuinely. I continued staring at him, afraid that my voice would squeak if I said a word.
"Does she talk?" He asked one of the girls on the other side. I could see the envy burning in their eyes that this guy was talking to me and not them. They shook their heads and continued on with their conversation about designer handbags and what not.
He turned back around. "I'm Joe." He said, putting his hand out.
I put my hand out, shaking it slightly. "Miley." I squeaked and I pulled my hand away, embarrassed of how squeaky my voice was.
"Nice name. I never heard of it before." Joe said, trying to make the conversation last a bit longer. I nodded, wanting the conversation to end as soon as possible.
"Do you have your schedule?" Joe asked.
I shook my head. "First day." I said my voice still squeaky. I seriously felt like slapping myself on the face.
"Oh, I can show you around." Did I just make a friend? "But, you're going to have to talk to me." He said, waiting for me to say something.
"Uhm thanks." I managed to say. The bus suddenly came to stop, telling us that we had reached our destination.
We got off the bus and started walking through the front doors of the school. It was bigger than the other high school I went to. This school actually had lockers. Actual lockers for me to put my heavy books in. Thank You.
"The office is this way." Joe said, nodding his head to the other direction. I walked beside him, an awkward silence falling over us as we walked down the crowded halls.
"How can I help you?" The office lady asked.
"She's new here and needs her schedule." Joe answered before I could say anything.
"Can she talk?" The lady asked.
"Yes." I said, tired of people asking that.
"Last name." She asked, in a bored tone.
"Stewart." I said in a low tone.
"What was that?" She asked again.
"Stewart." I said a little louder.
She typed in my name, printing out a white sheet, scribbling something on it before handing it to me. "I'm sure Mr. Gray will be able to help you find your classes." She told me. I nodded and we walked out to the now empty hallways.
"What's your first class?" Joe asked.
"Uhm, P.E." I said, looking at my schedule.
"Bummer." He said. "I'll meet you in front of the Gym after class." He told me and walked the other direction, leaving me wandering around trying to find the gymnasium. I finally found the building and walked in. Two of the classes were in the middle of a dodge ball game. I walked towards the coach, trying to avoid the flying balls that flying around.
"Below the waist!" The coach yelled as I approached her. "Why, hello." She greeted with a smile.
"I'm new…" I said, my voice trailing off.
She took my schedule, making sure I was in the correct class. "Nice to meet you Miley. I'm Miss Saunders." She said.
"Hi." I said quietly.
"You can sit down and watch." She said and turned her attention back to the game. "What part of below the waist do you not understand?" She yelled to the crowd of teenagers left in the game.
"I'm Jenn." I heard a girl from beside me. I turned to face her.
"I'm Miley…" I said unsure.
"Wow, you have such a beautiful name." Jenn said.
"Thanks." I said, smiling a little.
"Who's your teacher?" She asked.
"Saunders…" I replied.
"Really? She's my teacher too." She said smiling.
"Awesome." I said awkwardly.
Time passed on slowly as Jenn asked me what felt like a hundred questions about me and where I came from and why I chose to some to this school. I returned the usual 'how about you?' every once in a while. Soon, the two coaches blew their whistles, telling us it was time to go in. I got up and started to walk out, bumping into a kid along the way.
"Sorry." I mumbled and he looked down at me. My cheeks flustered and I looked down, hurrying out of the room as fast as I could.
Jenn was soon behind me. "Gee, thanks so much for waiting for me." She said giggling.
"Sorry, it was just stuffy in there." I said, lying.
We walked into the locker-room; I froze when I saw the girls changing right then and there in front of their P.E. lockers.
"What's wrong?" Jenn asked.
"We change in front of each other?" I asked.
"Uhh yeah, didn't you do that at your old school?" She asked and I shook my head. "Wow, you went to a weird school." She said, opening her locker. "I thought it was required to do that at every school."
"Uhm, I'm going to go ask for my locker." I said softly and left.
"Hello… Miley right?" Coach Saunders asked when I walked into the Coach's Office.
I nodded. "I uhm need my locker." I mumbled.
"You're sure quiet." She said as she looked up an open locker on her computer. I nodded and my eyes darted around the room. There were a lot of pictures of her and the other female coach. They must've been really good friends.
"Do you have your schedule with you?" She asked and I took it out, handing it to her. She scribbled the locker number and combination on the back of it. "Make sure you don't give this to anyone. We don't want you to get your things stolen." She told me and I thanked her and walked back to Jenn.
"What locker do you have?" She asked already changed in her normal clothes.
"Uhm, 364." I told her and looked around.
"That's on the other side." She pointed.
"That's great." I muttered quietly.
"Can I see your schedule?" She asked and I handed it to her.
"Wow, we have a lot of classes together." She said and I thanked God quietly.
"Hey, do you know a Joe Gray?" I blurted out suddenly. She looked away from the piece of paper in her hands and up at me.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to just burst out like that." I said.
"It's okay, yeah I know him. He's my brother." She said and we started walking out of the locker-room.
"Well isn't it a small world." I said.
"I'm guessing you've met him?" She asked handing me back my schedule.
"Yeah." I said, not watching where I was going and walked into someone's backpack. They turned around, trying to see who had bumped into them. "Sorry." I said, not looking up at them but down at their feet.
"You can stop looking at her now." Jenn said them and pulled me away.
"Who was it?" I asked.
"Oh, just Nick." She said.
I turned back and saw it had been the same guy I had bumped into earlier. He looked up and caught my gaze before I looked down quickly and focused my attention to the dirt on my converses.
a/n: so… what do you guys think? REVIEW please (: