"How comes everything turns out,
leaving me with more doubt,
I feel like im upside down,
and I don't wanna be here."
A soft breeze tickled her face. It was a calm day in London.. .unlike every other day. Looking out onto the road almost made her cry. The red buses driving past, the black taxi's rushing around. It was all too much. Too much to handle. She heard the soft strumming of a guitar inside and it made her smile.
"Morning dad." Miley said, walking through the doorway, watching her dad as he pulled his concentrating face.
"Morning, bud, good nights sleep?" He asked, still strumming the guitar.
"Couldn't of been worse dad, it smells of horses and cows and other animals, the mattress was lumpy and the room was freezing. I only got 2 minutes sleep if that."
Robbie stopped strumming the guitar and sighed.
"So what did you do for the rest of the night?" He asked.
"Moaned to myself."
"You mean, felt sorry for yourself." Robbie corrected her.
"No." She said, sheepishly.
Shaking his head, he picked up the guitar and music sheets, and made his way out of the room.
"You can't stay mad at me forever!" She shouted. She knew it was no use. He wasn't listening.
He didn't any more.
'I go right,
Should of gone left,
and I said things,
I should of not said,
Look at me in this big mess,
I don't wanna be here.'
"Wait, what are we doing here?" Oliver asked Lilly as they boarded the truck.
"To help Miley get back on track, or whatever. Robbie said she would need her friends with her." Lilly repeated.
"Again? She definitely went to far this time." Oliver admitted.
"Oliver!" Lilly shouted.
"Well, she did." He confirmed.
"Just don't mention any thing about that, like ever, while we are here."
"Ok... mom." Oliver coughed.