Miley stalked through the hallway of some run down hotel shed been resigned to, the joys of being one of the worlds most famous teenagers.
Her Dad had told her it would be easier to keep out of the public eye if she were to stay somewhere inconspicuous, hence the 2 star hotel that smelled like a dead skunk. With a reluctant sigh she turned and walked back to her hotel room, she couldn't sleep not after the events of the last few days. It had been 2 years since she'd let herself think about him-and in those two years her life had spiralled out of control, she had felt as though she had to rid herself of the person she was with him, rid herself of everything and anything that would remind her of him. She had lost herself. She had ruined her perfect persona. The squeaky clean image that she had built herself, ruined because she it had hurt to much. It hurt her even now, after everything that happened over the last week. She gazed out onto the streets of New York City her heart beating fast against her chest. How had she kept herself from thinking about him for such a long time. A thousand thoughts were running through her mind, one week and she was right back were she had been at 13. Five years ago. One week was all it had taken for her to fall for him all over again. And now by some cruel twist of fate he had been snatched away from her again. This time through no fault of her own, nor his. Involuntary tears began to fall from her eyes. How had it all come to this? Standing here now gazing out into the dark, dingy alleys of NYC with nothing to do but sit and wait for the news that would surely change her life forever.
Miley suddenly turned and picked up her backpack and pulled out her diary , she hadn't had time to write in it for a long while, but now with nothing to do but sit and wait she needed something to take her out of the harsh reality of what was going on around her, he last week had changed her, shaped her into the person she had been five years ago. The innocent young girl she once had been. The sadness that had filled her eyes had been slowly disappearing and had been replaced by happiness. But not now, not after tonight. The pen Miley had picked up began to glide across the pages of the notepad as she began to pour her heart and soul out onto the blank white pages...