So, I was just sitting here trying to come up with ideas, and this popped into my head. Hope y'all like this. It's a quick story that I just felt like writing, so it may not be too incredibly good. Thanks for reading! Remember that it is in Miley's POV.
I was sitting in my bedroom thinking about what I should write about for my English assignment. I was told to write a poem about what I felt was important to me. I couldn't think of anything except my identity as Hannah Montana, but I wouldn't even consider writing about that.
I put my blank sheet of paper back in my binder, and took out my diary from my secret hiding place that just happens to be under my mattress. I opened to the first blank page. I started writing.
Dear Diary,
Ms. Wilson wants us to write a stupid poem about what we think is important. Does she want me to write about a guy or something. It's not like there are any guys worth liking on the face of the planet, anyway. I would have to make one up... Wait! That is a great idea. Since I don't want to write a poem about something personal, I will just make someone up to write about!
I re-read the entry I had just written in my diary. I then put my Diary on top of my dresser, and took a page out of my binder again.
"Okay, think!" I told myself. "Most of the best poems rhyme, so I think that I should make mine rhyme, too. I created a mental picture of the imaginary guy in my head, and started describing him to myself. Without noticing, I was also writing all of it on my paper.
I had a bunch of descriptive notes scattered across my paper, and I tried putting them in a way that they would sound good together. I crossed out the things that I thought might make him seem more than perfect. The things that were left on my paper were great. The person being described did not sound more than perfect, but just right.
I organized all of my thoughts, and I changed some of the wording, but when I read it aloud to myself after all that, it was the best thing I had ever written.
I stashed the paper in the front of binder and then put on my pajamas. I slipped under the covers, and went to sleep.
All I was able to dream about throughout the night was this mystery man that I had invented earlier that evening. He was gorgeous, strong, and in most of the dreams, shirtless.
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When I got up in the morning, my dad greeted my happily. "Want some breakfast?" He assumed correctly. "I made pancakes, eggs, bacon, muffins, and freshly squeezed orange juice." He pointed to the large plates of assorted food sitting at the kitchen table.
"Dad, I'm not sure if I can eat that much," I said with a half smile, and clutched my stomach. I looked again at the huge plates sitting on the table to confirm what I had just said.
"Yeah, bud. I figured as much. That is why I made your serving a bit smaller than Jackson's and mine." Walked over to the other end of the table, and showed my a plate with about a third of the amount of food of the other two plates.
"Dad, that's still way to much," I stated, making sure that I emphasized on the word way. "That's like three servings worth. Last I checked, I was not a hobbit."
"If you don't want it, I'll take it," Jackson assured me with a big grin on his face. "I mean seriously. Dad only put like a third of the recommended amount of food for breakfast on my plate."
"Yeah, okay. You can eat it. It's not like you actually care about what girls think of you." I said sarcastically. "Maybe Carrie will start liking you back if you become a sumo wrestler." I smiled and walked out the door toward Lilly's house.
When I got there, Lilly was all dressed up like a normal girl instead of a major tomboy. We walked a few houses down to find Oliver already waiting for us on his front porch.
"Took you long enough," we heard him say as if he had been waiting there for a long time. "I've been waiting here a while." He looked down at his watch and pointed dramatically at it.
"Big deal! Usually we get here at 7:15 and you're not even close to being ready until 7:30!" Lilly criticized meanly. "Let's just get to school. I want Johnny Collins to see me looking like this today."
Now I knew why Lilly was dressed so nicely this morning! It's really obvious now that I think about it. She's been crushing on Johnny Collins since the beginning of the year. Ever since Johnny broke up with his girlfriend four days ago, Lilly has been trying her hardest to impress him.
While we were walking to school, we were all smiling our brains out. I was smiling because of the great dreams I had about the boy I invented, Lilly was smiling because johnny still didn't have a girlfriend yet, and Oliver was smiling because even though he had been afraid to ask Sarah out, she asked him out. We seemed like the happiest people on earth.
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English was my second period class, so I sat through my History class only thinking about reading my poem out loud to the entire class next period.
I only have one class with Lilly and Oliver, and I was glad it was English because I wanted so badly for them to hear my poem.
All we actually did in History was correct our homework ,and then talk about it because only three students got 100. I was one of those students, so I didn't pay much attention to what was going on. I just read and re-read my poem during the entire class until I was able to recite it without looking at the paper that it was written on.
When I walked into room 105 for my English class, I noticed a new student. I knew that he was a new student, but he looked strangely familiar. Then I realized that not only did he look just like the guy I pictured when describing the guy in my poem, but he was also Jake Ryan the movie star!
When I wrote the poem, He must have been in the back of my brain, so I was thinking of him when I wrote it. Now that I think of it, I had been watching the show "Zombie Slayer" before my dad told me to turn off the TV and do my homework. It makes so much sense. I'm not so sure I want to read my poem to the entire class, now that I've discovered that it is about someone who now goes to school with me.
So, how was that? Should I write some more? I have already written the poem, so it would be nice if y'all could review so you can read the poem that has been mentioned so many times in this chapter:) I love writing more chapters as much as you love writing reviews!