This is my new story. First chapter isn't so good – the rest of the story is better – I promise XD And don't read this if you are a Caitlyn and Nate fan – as in this story they are only friends and Caitlyn is only mentioned, not actually in the story – so don't leave me any flames saying that Nate and Caitlyn are made for each other or whatever!

'You got into a shoe fight?'

'Ah huh,' I said, checking my cell. Why was Dad making such a big deal out of this? It's not like I killed the woman – although I should have for taking those shoes...they were perfect for me – I mean, Lilly.

'Miley Ray Stewart you had best start paying attention to me right now!' Dad said angrily. I sighed and looked up, tucking my cell away.

'I'm sorry, Dad, OK?' I asked. This was stupid. Vita sighed from the other side of Dad. I was stood in the waves and Dad was angrier than I had seen him in a long time. OK – maybe I should have said goodbye to Jackson. And turned up to Lilly's party as her best friend – not as Hannah – but they knew I had other things to do! It's not like I could just put Hannah on hold or anything!

'No, it is sure well not OK!' Dad started, but Vita cut across him. Thank heavens for publicists.

'Robbie – Mr Stewart – Hannah has other commitments – surely you know that?'

'Yes I do!' Dad said angrily. 'And too many!' He turned to me, folding his arms. 'And we created Hannah so you wouldn't get tied down by all of that rubbish!' He turned to Vita. 'And her name is not Hannah – it's Miley.'

Vita looked as though she wanted to roll her eyes and I stormed down the beach a little, Dad calling after me.

'Don't!' Dad said. 'Miley – you're too deep into all this Hannah stuff!' he said. I span around, glaring.

'Hannah stuff? You act as though she's a different person, Dad!' I said, just as angrily. Dad looked surprised. I didn't ever talk to him like this. 'I'm Hannah, Dad! You've got to realise that!'

Dad looked speechless as I stormed inside. He followed me – and Vita tottered along in her heels as I sat myself down on the couch, folding my arms defensively. He could not take Hannah away from me. Never, ever, ever.

'Miles, what happened to you?' he asked me, staring at me. Vita looked awkward.

'I'll go make a call. I'm guessing Hannah won't be opening the new mall tonight?'

'No, she won't,' Dad said firmly before I could open my mouth. Oh well, it was such a stupid deal anyway. Dad turned back to me as I glared straight ahead, not wanting to look at him.

'Miley – you used to just care about the music,' he said. 'And now – well, all you seem to care about is getting the nicest pair of shoes in the store and fighting off Tyra Banks!'

'In my defence, I saw those shoes first!' I said pointedly, but Dad cut across me.

'And I don't care if you did, bud,' Dad said softly, sitting down. 'But...blowing off your best friend and your brother in just one day? The Miley I knew would never do that.'

'And you're trying to say Hannah would?' I asked in disbelief. Dad gave a soft laugh.

'See? You're even confusing yourself. You say you're Hannah but...' he sighed. 'I just don't know if you can handle being her anymore.'

'Stop talking like that, Dad!' I said. 'Being her? I am her!'

'I know you are, but –'

'You just don't understand!' I said loudly, standing up. He could not take Hannah away from me. He could try, but he wouldn't. There was no way, ever.

'Miley –'

'No, Dad!' I said loudly, tears stinging in my eyes. 'What are you trying to say? That I stop being Hannah?'

'Well –'

'No!' I cried. 'No way!'

'Let me finish, Miles,' Dad said, looking around aimlessly. Vita was still outside. I take back what I said about publicists – at heart, they're all just cowardly wimps. 'D'you remember going to Camp Rock?'

I felt the angry look on my face be surprised with a look of surprise. 'Sure I do,' I said truthfully. I had been there every year between the ages of ten and thirteen. I had loved it to pieces. 'I loved it there.' My eyes narrowed suspiciously. 'Why?'

'Because...' Dad started, just as Vita sidled back in. He sighed and stood up, as though telling her to leave. To tell the truth, she was starting to annoy me too. 'Well how would you feel about going back?'

I scowled. Going back? I was sixteen – was that even fair?

'As Hannah or Miley?' I asked suspiciously. Dad sighed.

'My point right there. You don't even know who you are anymore. And as for that...it's your choice.'

I frowned as Vita cut in, beaming.

'That's great!' she cried, surprising me – and Dad by the looks of things. 'That gives Hannah Montana the new edge she needs...Superstar Going Off The Rails! And then...Global Sensation Gets Re-Boost at Summer Camp! It's perfect!'

Dad rolled his eyes as I turned to look at him.

'So when do you want me to go?'

'Summer vacation starts next week,' Dad said. 'You'd be leaving...I don't know – four, five days?'

'What?' I choked out, exchanging wild looks with Vita. 'But – but – Dad! The MTV Awards are in two weeks! Are you seriously gonna -?'

'I seriously am!' Dad said, folding his arms and raising his eyebrows. I made a frustrated noise and left the living room, throwing my hat on the floor as I stormed upstairs. They could not be doing this to me. No way. So I made one stupid mistake. One stupid little mistake – and besides, those shoes so should have been mine.

I stormed through my room without paying attention to anything as I went into my 'closet' and into my proper closet. I shut the door behind me and sighed. At least in here I was Hannah. I was me. Dad was wrong – I was still Miley. And so what if I enjoyed Hannah? Did he just want me to stick the wig on, sing a few songs and then take it off?

I sighed and stared at the blonde wig on the mannequin opposite me. Maybe Camp Rock wouldn't be too bad. I mean, I had loved it there when I was younger – and had wanted to go back. But living with obsessed fans? I had seen about Connect Three being there last year – it looked like hell. And then there was that Mitchie Torres – who was dating Shane Gray. She had just brought out her new album – and it had gone straight to the top of the charts. Not that I hated her. She seemed nice enough. I had met Connect Three once – at the Grammys. They were nice enough as well.

I knew one thing for sure – I was not sharing a cabin with anybody. Ever – oh God. What about being Miley? I couldn't sleep with that wig on – sure I loved it and everything, but it itched and I left a red mark around my head that didn't fade for about twenty four hours. Wearing it for over a month would be torture.

I groaned and walked over to my clothes rail, sitting down amongst the clothes and being careful not to turn it on.

So maybe I would just make brief appearances of Miley... Then have my own Hannah cabin. Sorted – now who would I have to talk to...? Oh Vita would know. She knew everything, Vita did. I had no idea what I would do without her.

I smirked. I had it sorted. Now...as for tomorrow night's concert...

I stood up and pressed the on button of the clothes carousal. As it started to spin, I smiled faintly.

I had everything under control.