Post by tamaki on Oct 11, 2006 17:12:37 GMT -5
This is a Hannah Montana fanfiction that I recently typed up. It's in Miley's PoV only. Set to be in Sans Fransisco.
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I walked out of the car, feeling abit sick from the bumps. I hated moving, but my new house was beautiful. It was a white victorian house, well all the houses in this neighborhood were victorian, but this was the only white one. The house nextdoor was a nice red and white victorian home. I turned around to help my father unload the car. He looked down at me and smiled, "Jackson and I will handle this, go claim your room." I nodded and ran into the house. It was pretty nice. It had five four rooms and a bathroom on the second floor. The top floor was an attic, but the door wouldn't open. I walked back downstairs to explore the first floor. It was pretty simple as well, a dining room, kitchen, and a living room, suitable for a family like ours. I watched as my brother, Jackson and my father put the boxes on the ground. We began emptying the boxes.
After we were done, I went to my new room and quickly dialed Lily's number. She didn't pick up. "Lily, it's me Miley! I finished unpacking and wanted to talk to you. Call me soon." I turned off my cell phone and collasped on the bed. It was 9 o' clock and about now Lily, Oliver, and I would probably still be talking at my house about my upcoming Hannah Montana concert. I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I woke up and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I heard laughing from downstairs. I brushed out my hair and headed down the stairs to see my father, Jackson, and a woman with long dark brown hair. She looked up at me and smiled. "I assume you're Miley." I nod slowly, stil tired. The woman stood up and took out her hand. "Piper Halliwell, I live right next door with my two sisters, my son, and my husband." I smiled. "Nice to meet you." My father walked up to me. "Miley, Jackson and I are going to a football game, so you don't mind staying at her house do you," my father asked. I nodded.
When they left, I locked the house and headed next door. I got this wierd chill when I walked up the door. Well, it was the fall, so it could've been the wind. I knock onto the door and tall teen around 16 or 17 with brown hair looked down at me. "You are the neighbor?" I nod my head. He smiled and let me in. I walked inside and I was amazed. The house looked so awsome! I kept walking until I stop where I saw Piper with two other women, a baby, and another guy who looked like the teen. I stare at them until Piper noticed me. "Miley, hey. Sit down." I walked over to the sofa and sit down. "Miley, this is my husband Leo." She pointed to the man. "This is my son, Wyatt." She held the baby. "And these two are Paige and Phoebe." They both waved. One had orange hair, which I'm guessing was Paige and the other one had kind of a boyish haircut, who had brown hair, which was probably Phoebe. The teen walked in and grinned. "And I'm Chris Perry." I smile at him. He's pretty cute. Reminds me of Jake..
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I walked out of the car, feeling abit sick from the bumps. I hated moving, but my new house was beautiful. It was a white victorian house, well all the houses in this neighborhood were victorian, but this was the only white one. The house nextdoor was a nice red and white victorian home. I turned around to help my father unload the car. He looked down at me and smiled, "Jackson and I will handle this, go claim your room." I nodded and ran into the house. It was pretty nice. It had five four rooms and a bathroom on the second floor. The top floor was an attic, but the door wouldn't open. I walked back downstairs to explore the first floor. It was pretty simple as well, a dining room, kitchen, and a living room, suitable for a family like ours. I watched as my brother, Jackson and my father put the boxes on the ground. We began emptying the boxes.
After we were done, I went to my new room and quickly dialed Lily's number. She didn't pick up. "Lily, it's me Miley! I finished unpacking and wanted to talk to you. Call me soon." I turned off my cell phone and collasped on the bed. It was 9 o' clock and about now Lily, Oliver, and I would probably still be talking at my house about my upcoming Hannah Montana concert. I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I woke up and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I heard laughing from downstairs. I brushed out my hair and headed down the stairs to see my father, Jackson, and a woman with long dark brown hair. She looked up at me and smiled. "I assume you're Miley." I nod slowly, stil tired. The woman stood up and took out her hand. "Piper Halliwell, I live right next door with my two sisters, my son, and my husband." I smiled. "Nice to meet you." My father walked up to me. "Miley, Jackson and I are going to a football game, so you don't mind staying at her house do you," my father asked. I nodded.
When they left, I locked the house and headed next door. I got this wierd chill when I walked up the door. Well, it was the fall, so it could've been the wind. I knock onto the door and tall teen around 16 or 17 with brown hair looked down at me. "You are the neighbor?" I nod my head. He smiled and let me in. I walked inside and I was amazed. The house looked so awsome! I kept walking until I stop where I saw Piper with two other women, a baby, and another guy who looked like the teen. I stare at them until Piper noticed me. "Miley, hey. Sit down." I walked over to the sofa and sit down. "Miley, this is my husband Leo." She pointed to the man. "This is my son, Wyatt." She held the baby. "And these two are Paige and Phoebe." They both waved. One had orange hair, which I'm guessing was Paige and the other one had kind of a boyish haircut, who had brown hair, which was probably Phoebe. The teen walked in and grinned. "And I'm Chris Perry." I smile at him. He's pretty cute. Reminds me of Jake..