AN: I was so surprised when I saw I had 2 reviews and had been added to people's favourites :) Thanks soo much to BLOSSOM 109 and dizzydanfan for reviewing :) I really appreciate it. So yeah uhm here's the second chapter. The third will probably be out later today if I have time if not tomorrow. Again, it's a been boring :P

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Chapter 2

(Miley's POV)

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Crap, I forgot about that," I thought as the security guard pulled me over to be searched.

Wordlessly I pulled out the little slip of paper I carry around with me and handed it to the guard.

"Alright," he said, after he finished reading it, "you're free to go."

I grabbed my bag and flew out of there as fast as possible.

I glanced at my ticket, gate 14, it said. I looked up at the numbers above my head, "gate 3, 4, 5, 6…" I muttered under my breath and I made my way towards gate 14.

Once I got there I found 2 empty seats right by the window, I placed my bag on one and sat down in the other. I pulled out my green iPod (A/N: I know in real life Miley has a pink iPod, but green suits the personality of the Miley in my story better.) and stuck the ear buds into my ears and pressed play. Imogen Heap's 'Hide and Seek' filled my ears as I leant back and stared out the window.

The tarmac was a dark grey, almost black, and looked rather shiny. Rain was pouring out from dark clouds in the sky, hovering dangerously above the airport, as though they were about to explode.

I sighed, "pathetic fallacy," was the idea that came to my head. Like when the weather is appropriate to the mood of the story, mind you, this wasn't a story, this was my life.

I closed my eyes and let the music override my thoughts.

About 45 minutes later I was pulled back into reality with an announcement telling all passengers of the Air Canada Toronto bound flight to line up for boarding.

I stood up, shut off my iPod and put it away it my bag. With my bag over my right shoulder, my hand griping the strap tightly, and my ticket and passport in my left hand, I made my way over to the growing line.

"When will we get there, daddy?" I heard the little boy in front of me ask the man beside him.

"Soon" he replied.

"But you said that when we got there"

"Yes, but now it's sooner"

"Oh," the little boy said facing forward again.

I laughed at the boy's youthful innocence, if only he knew, I thought.

Soon enough I was at the front of the line, handing the lady my passport and ticket. She glanced at the picture, confirming it was indeed me, then studied the ticket intently, as if it would somehow solve all of her problems, before ripping the stub off and handing it back to me.

I walked down the passage towards the airplane, the noise of the engine getting louder and louder as I got closer. I took one last look at the rainy outdoors before stepping over the gap in the floor and through the door of the plane. I made my way to my seat on the left hand side of the plane, economy class. I wasn't rich, and I didn't need first class.

I put my passport and ticket stub into a little pocket on the inside of my bag and put it under the seat in front of me, and sat down. A few minutes later a man in his mid-forties sat down next to me. He was obviously going to Toronto on business, most people from Ottawa did, either that, or for a connecting flight, like me. Otherwise people drove, 5 hours isn't that long.

Several minutes later, the plane was fully boarded and we were taxiing on the tarmac heading towards the runway as the flight attendants went over the safety procedures. I drowned them out as I stared out the window.

Finally we were speeding along the runway, the nose of the plane trying ever so hard to lift up off the ground. The engines revved as the ground fell out beneath us. We were flying. I had always wanted to fly on my own, to see the world from above whenever I felt like it. To soar off into the sky when things weren't going quite right, so I could think in peace for a while. I guess flying in an airplane would have to do.

I watched as Ottawa got smaller and smaller beneath me until it disappeared completely and all I could see was the white of the clouds. I shut the sunblind and glanced at the man beside me. He was reading some thick novel and had absolutely no idea I had just blocked all the light from entering into the plane.

I was contemplating what to do on the short flight when a flight attendant came by and asked me if I would like a drink. I asked for an orange juice and sipped it silently once she has left.

~xoxox~

All of a sudden, I was shook awake by the man beside me, telling me we were about to land. I thanked him and lifted up the tray as I felt the plane lower towards the ground. I hadn't even realized I was asleep; I must've been tired.

I stared at my hands clasped together in my lap. My nails were painted, something very unusual for me, but how do you say no to your very excited best friend? Yesterday, in celebration of Canada Day, my 4 best friends came over and decided we should all paint our nails red and white, the colours of Canada. I was the unlucky one, (well lucky to my friend), and I got the most detailed painting. My toenails were red with white polka dots, and my fingernails were French manicured and had little hand painted, red, maple leaves in the middle of each one. They actually looked really nice, and very appropriate for July 1st.

Finally we had landed and I was walking off the plane and down the long passage to catch my connecting flight to Los Angeles, California, and all of a sudden I was excited again.