Disclaimer: I do not own "Hannah Montana". I do not own any songs I list, or Uncle John's Fast-Acting, Long-Lasting Bathroom Reader, pg. 83,or Kool-aid.
Summary: Just a story I came up with. Hope you like it! .All my stories contain OCs. One is a younger sister to Miley and Jackson. The others are a bully at her school, and one of her teachers. They're only mentioned by name, though. Then there's the real estate agent.
Robby Stewart was in the kitchen of his Malibu home, making breakfast for his children. His youngest, Kalissa, called Kyle or Lisa by her family, walked in, headed for the back door, which opened right onto the beach. She was wearing her red swimsuit with the yellow flowers and sandals.
"Going for a walk, Kyle?" Robby asked his nine-year-old.
"Yes, sir. If I'm not back by the time Miley and Jackson are up, send Jackson to find me. I guarantee you he'll find me faster if you tell him not to come back unless I'm with him."
Robby laughed. "The boy's growing. He needs food. And so do you."
"I'm really not hungry now."
"Too much candy?"
"No, sir. I remember what the dentist said." Kyle sighed.
"As long as I don't have to constantly remind you." Mr. Stewart said. Kalissa jumped out onto the beach. She had closed the door. She started running toward the water.
Mr. Stewart watched her until she was out of sight.
"Gotta keep a good eye on that one." he told himself. She was just like her mother. Jackson sometimes said it was because she had been born just as their mother died. Robby looked at the pictures of the family he had put on the counter. One was of them- he and his wife. The next, of the family after Miley was born. The next, the family after Jackson's birth. The next one was the hardest to look at, but he still kept it. It was after Kalissa's birth. Miley was five, Jackson was three, and he held ten-day-old Kalissa. He needed to update the pictures of the family. Sure, he had pictures of the kids from birth to the present, but none of them with the whole immediate family, except for the pictures on the counter, which had all been taken professionally. His wife had insisted on it, and after her death, except for the one picture, he didn't have the heart to continue. He finished the pancakes and put them in the microwave so that they would stay warm. He didn't know when his other two kids would be up. He sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. Soon, to his surprise, Miley came in.
"Hey, Dad. Kyle taking a walk on the beach?"
"Yep. She left about an hour ago, and took off running toward the surf like Sheldon Jackson was after her." Sheldon Jackson was a bully at Kyle's school. She often came home beat up. Jackson wanted to teach her how to fight back, but Robby wouldn't let him. He didn't want Kalissa Ann to be a kid who goes looking for fights.
"Good thing it's Saturday." Miley said.
"Good thing Jackson's apparently keeping his word." Robby said. "Pancakes are in the microwave to keep them warm." Miley got a glass, plate, and silverware. She put them on the table, but took the glass and plate back up. She went to the microwave and got out two pancakes. She put the plate with rest of the pancakes back in. She got the syrup and poured some on her pancakes, then took them back to the table. She went and poured herself some milk and sat down at the table. She blessed her food and started eating. She was finished before Jackson came in. She was putting her plate and glass in the sink when he did.
"Morning, son. Pancakes are in the microwave. Save some for Kyle. Come to think of it, I'm sending you out to look for her. No breakfast until she comes home."
