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Chapter 9

Jake's Point of View

As the car pulled out of the parking lot, Rachel started to get quieter. She looked like she was about to fall asleep when...

"JAKE!" Rachel screamed, jolting out of her half-sleep. "You...kissing...Hannah...is...MILEY STEWART!"

"Rachel, what are you talking about? You already knew her secret!" I said, watching her closely.

"The secret...was...Miley and...you...together..." she yelled. She was starting to string more words together now.

"Huh?" I said. "The secret was that Miley is Hannah Montana."

"WHAT?!" Rachel shouted. "But...no!"

Suddenly, she reached over and grabbed the wheel. "Stop...car!"

"Rahcel, no!" I yelled, trying to gain control of the car again, but it was no use. The car was skidding off the road into a ditch. I tried to swerve but the wheels just spun around and around.

The next thing I knew, the car slammed into the ditch and rolled over. Rachel's head smashed into the dashboard and she lay unconscious.

There was a throbbing pain in my arm. I couldn't move it.

I groped desperately for my cell phone and finally found it. The dialed one-handed the numbers 9-1-1.

"Hello, please explain your emergancy," said a cool female voice.

"I got in...car accident," I managed painfully.

"What is your location?" said the same, calming voice.

"We're...by Rico's Surf shop on the highway..." I gasped, pain slicing through my body like an icy knife.

"OK, we'll send help right away," the voice told me and promptly hung up.

I didn't even have time to hang up the phone before I passed out from the pain.

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Miley's Point of View

"Hello?" I said as I flipped open my cell phone. I was in the limo going home when my cell phone rang and an unfamiliar number showed up on the caller ID.

"Hello, this is the receptionist in the Malibu Central Hospital," said a woman. "Are you in acquaintance with a young man named Jake Ryan?"

"Yes, is anything wrong?" I asked, terrified.

"Actually yes. He was in a car accident and was seriously injured. We cannot contact his parents at the moment and he mentioned your name. We asked him what your phone number was and were wondering if you would be able to find his parents. We cannot operate on him unless we have the parent's consent."

"Yes, yes, of course," I answered hurriedly. "I'll get right on it." I hung up.

"OK, driver? Change of plans. I need you to go to Jake Ryan's house. There'r been an accident. We need to find his parents."

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