Leaving Things Behind.
I know this is really sad, but ever since I seen Miley Says Goodbye, this has been creating itself in my head, and I had to upload it.
'I cant believe it. Its time to move on.' Miley said to Lilly, a tear running down her face.
'Miley, get a grip. You're moving like, ten minutes away. Its not like you're leaving anything behind.' Lilly said, hugging her best friend.
'I am leaving things behind, Lilly. I'm leaving half of my life behind.' Miley muttered, the palm of her hand resting on the glass door.
'You didnt. You're not going to-' Lilly gasped. Miley nodded.
'I thought fame was what I wanted. Lets face it, it was fun for a while, but I got bored with it. Hannah's staying in this house, and she's never leaving again.' Miley turned to Lilly. 'You can still be Lola though, you need to tell Traci some death rumour about why Hannah disappeared off the face of the earth.'
'No way. I hate her. If Hannah stays, Lola stays.' Lilly said firmly.
'We need to go, Miley. C'mon Lilly.' Jackson said, grabbing Miley's arm gently.
'You two go ahead. I'll be a minute.'
Lilly and Jackson shrugged and walked down the driveway.
'Goodbye, Hannah.' Miley whispered, blowing a kiss through the window. She wiped the tear from her face and walked away down the drive.
Upstairs, in the closet, the clothes hung limply on the rails. The shoes sat on the racks, gathering dust. The awards hung on the wall, the nails holding them up slowly rotting. And the wig. The wig that had been worn during so many songs. The wig that had been on TV. The wig that had been on Dwayne Johnston's head. The wig that had met the Jonas Brothers. The wig that had gave Miley her fame. The wig dropped from the hanger and lay on the floor, to stay there for good.
That could have ended Hannah Montana, if there wasn't a fourth season, not that I'm complaining.