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chapter 2.
Miley woke up with a lump inside her throat. She looked at her pillow. Drenched. She'd been crying all night, listening to the rain pelt her windows. She thought most about her dad, how hewould crack those weird jokes. How Miley would come home from hanging out with Demi, and her mom and dad were cooking dinner together, just being silly. Back then, she would've found those things embarrassing. But now? She would do ANYTHING to hear his jokes. To hear his voice again. Her thoughts of last night were interrupted by Noah. "MILEYYYYYY! Wake up, you sleepy head. Breakfast is ready." Miley managed to croak a few words. "I don't want breakfast. Or food. I just want some sleep." Noah jumped on top of Miley. "I don't care, Miles. You haven't eaten since lunchtime YESTERDAY. I know you're hungry." Miley gave up and sighed. "Fine. I'll eat." Noah smiled sneakily, like the plan she used worked. She pulled Miley's hand as they made their way to the kitchen.
When they reached the kitchen, the whole family was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for them. Miley held back tears as she looked at the empty seat where her dad used to sit. Noah and Miley sat down. "Mornin. Made you some pancakes." Her mom grabbed the plate of pancakes and stuck 2 pancakes on Miley's plate. "…..there ya go." Miley looked down at her plate. She gave her mom a dirty look. "I'm not 5, you know. I can get my own food." She stabbed her fork through one of her pancakes loudly. Miley's mom had gotten used to Miley's attitude by now. She knew that Miley wasn't really mad at her- she was mad at the fact that her father had died. Brandi, Miley's older sister, ignored Miley's remark. "So, Noah," Brandi said, "Anything new at school?" Brandi shoved a piece of bacon in her mouth. "Nope. Math test tomorrow." Noah paused. "That's about it…." Miley was shocked. Her family was pretending like nothing had happened. Her DAD, a member of the Cyrus FAMILY, was gone. For good. And her family was acting as if nothing had changed.
Miley just sat there, listening to their conversation. Finally, after 3 long minutes, she couldn't take it anymore. She dropped her fork (clang!) and everyone went silent. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU PEOPLE. DAD IS GONE. HE'S NEVER COMING BACK. AND YOU GUYS PRETEND LIKE NOTHING HAS CHANGED!" Miley screamed. She stormed toward the back door. "Where do you think you're going?" Her mom yelled as she stood up. "To the beach! Where else would I be going?" Miley yelled back. "But it's 50 DEGREES, Miley. It rained last night. YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THE BEACH AT A TIME LIKE THIS. DON'T THINK THAT YOU CAN JUST SIT OUT THERE AND CRY. PAPARAZZI WILL BE SWARMING YOU UNTIL YOU CAN'T BREATHE. Is that what you WANT?" Miley blinked. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT THOSE STUPID PHOTOGRAPHERS. THEY CAN TAKE THEIR PICTURES AND VIDEOS. I DON'T CARE!" Miley whipped open the door and raced outside. A big whoosh of cold air hit her face, and she shivered. She ran. And ran. And ran. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She slowed down, and picked her sandals off of her feet. She threw them into a bush. She ran and ran until her toes met the sand. Her lungs burned. Miley caught her breath and turned her head, looking for any signs of her mom chasing her. Nothing. Miley smiled. For the first time in her entire life, she felt free.
