Miley starts to descend the stairs off of the plane. That was her first time flying and if she is going to be honest with herself, she loved it. But she should've put up a better fight with her brother to get the window seat. As soon as she takes a step out of the plane, instantly, the heat hit her. Like she had just stepped in an oven. Following her mom down the stairs, she held the handrail firmly. The slightest movement making the stairs sway from side to side. The moon is high in the sky and you can barely see anything. The air here feels so refreshing.

Justin, walking behind Miley, trips her up. For nothing in particular, just for something to do. Miley turns around and slaps him on the head. Nothing new. She can never hit hard. Laughing at her failed attempt, he hurries up and starts to walk next to her.

"How long are we staying here for?"

"2 weeks." She replies to her brother. He's the most annoying person in the whole world and she's got to be stuck with him for the next two weeks. Great. Just great.

"Hurry up" Billy shouts from a couple of metres away. Their mom, Trish, walking alongside him.

She's not exactly sure if her parents know where they are going but she follows anyways. And by the looks of other people's faces, they don't either. Miley's hair hung loose, straightened and she had dyed it just a few days ago. Dark brown. Her eye's thick with black eyeliner but that is the only make up she is wearing. She loves the natural look. In the distant, she can see a crowd of people. Well next they have to go and find their suitcases. Possibly the worst part of going on holiday.

-

A few hours later, both Miley and Justin find themselves unpacking their clothes. Just arriving in a hot country and the first thing they had to do was unpack. Miley wants to go to explore the area. She hates to be stuck inside even if it is 2 in the morning. She's not tired.

Quickly unpacking her clothes, she runs into the living room – where her mom and dad are – and stood in front of the telly.

"Can I go out?"

"No! It's dark outside and you don't know who's out there" Trish replies, quite shocked at Miley's request.

"But Mom, I can handle myself. And I won't be going far"

"Miley it's final. You're not going. Now get back in your room"

Miley stomps her feet as she walks back to her room, slamming her bedroom door shut behind her. She kicks off her shoes and lies on her bed.

Justin, sat on his bed, is staring at her. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing! Turn the light off" She replies back hastily with a hint of anger in her voice. Grabbing her iPod from the bedside table, turning over and blasting her favourite singer, Demi Lovato.

4:30 am.

Lying wide awake on her bed, Miley lies staring at the ceiling. The sound of her brother, snoring, is filling up the room. When she goes to sleep, everything HAS to be quiet. After a while of tossing and turning she gets up and starts to head to the balcony. Unfolding a chair that was rested on the wall, she sits on it.

Gazing up at the night sky, stars sparkling like tiny little diamonds and the full moon lighting the darkened street. She extends her hand out in front of her, curling in her fingers into a fist but keeping her thumb out. Kinda like she's giving someone thumbs up. Miley positions her thumb right in front of the moon, something she'd learnt recently from watching the film dear john. And it was true. She'd done it back in her home country now here. She stands like that for a couple of minutes. Until something knocks her back to reality.

"You know, no matter how long you stand like that, the moons not going to get bigger" Said an unfamiliar voice.

Looking around, Miley tries to see where the person is. "Who's there?"

"Over here" They says.

She sees a light flick on the balcony next to hers. She walks over to the edge and bends over to see who is there.

"Hi" He says as he walks out into the light. He's an old man. Half of her expected it to be someone handsome.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing out here this time of night" A smile spreading across his face.

"Umm bye" She said as she ran back into the hotel room, slamming shut the sliding door then turning off the light. Creepy perv.

the next day.

Trish and Billy were sitting at the breakfast table, eating a slice of toast and drinking coffee. Miley walks in, her hair all messed up and, by the looks of it, still half asleep. She takes a seat next to Billy and grabs a slice of toast.

"So what are we doing today?" She asked, her mouth full of chewed up toast.

"We're going to have a look around the area"

Well at least that's better than staying in, Miley thought to herself. She gets up and walks over to the balcony, looking over to the swimming pool. It's only like, what 9 in the morning. And already there are loads of people there. Most of the adults are lazing about on their sun loungers, soaking up the sun. Kids splashing about in the shallower end of the pool, with their armbands and floats. Only being out there for a couple of minutes, Miley forehead is already covered in a thin layer of sweat.

-

Walking alongside a small river, Miley trails behind her family. She'd thought to keep the clothing to a minimum but still she was overheating. Her dark blue denim shorts, only covering like a quarter of her thigh, with a white vest top. Her flip flops scraping across the ground. She'd tied all her hair up into a messy bun and not wearing any sunglasses. Well she does want a tan so wearing sunglasses would give you to white eyes while the rest of your body is tanned. Justin, walking alongside his parents, is checking out all the houses. Trying to estimate when they were built. He always had been a brainiac. Miley's gaze lands in the water of the river. It is filthy. Rubbish, half eaten food and God knows what else is lying in it. And by the colour of it, it looks like boys have done their business in there. But that is the only fault that she's found about this place. It's beautiful.

Not one cloud in sight, everything painted a light colour. Miley checks her mobile to see if any of her friend has text her and, surprisingly, there not. In school Miley is classed at 'popular girl' but she never bullies anyone or thinks she's better than anyone else. She loves her friends and that's it.

"Mom can we go to the beach?" Justin asks.

"Sure sweetie"