A/n: I'm on a role! Finally! This is more like me, a long chapter! And a eventful chapter! Also, all the celebrities mentioned in this chapter I have nothing against. I don't hate them, so don't hate me if your like an obsessed fan and something rude is said about them in here!

"Make sure to call, okay?" Oliver's voice said into my ear. I sighed into my phone and replied with a short,

"Sure."

He hadn't been able to come say goodbye (again, seeing as though both Lilly and Oliver had said goodbye yesterday at school) because his Aunt Harris came to town and his Mother wouldn't let him leave. His Mother didn't like me.

"Alright well I'll talk to you later, Miss Montana." Oliver joked.

"See ya, Smokin Oken." I said before hanging up. I felt bad I had nothing special to say to Oliver. If I said anything more I was afraid my father (who was sitting beside me) would get suspicious.

"We're here, Miss Montana." The limo driver called back to us. We drove to the limo rental place and rented a limo. Hannah Montana had to show up in a limo, my dad had insisted.

I looked out the tinted window to see at the dock a large boat. It looked like the Titanic. I saw numerous people boarding.

"Ashley Tisdale!" I said in surprise, "what is she doing here! She's fine!"

My dad looked and said, "I can imagine a few stars are here just to relax. You know how hectic it can be as a star."

I nodded. I climbed out of the limo and waited as the driver managed to take all the bags in his arms.

"Here," I muttered to him, "Let me take two."

"No, that's nice Miss Montana, but I'm fine."

"No," I insisted as I took two from him anyway, "It's no problem to take two."

My Dad took one bag from me and we started walking to the dock. I looked at the back of the boat. Jumping off there would be too painful, the propellers might get me. The front would cause the boat to run over me...so the side was the right choice.

I was getting giddy just thinking about it. Is it sick to be craving your death?

As we boarded on, I kept my face down. I didn't want anyone to see me. Not because I was afraid what they would think, but because if they saw me now they would know I was gone.

Dad let us down to front of the ship where we took the spiral stairs down to the first floor of the ship. Doors lined against the walls. I looked at my card.

Room 124.

We walked down the hall.

102...

111...

116...

120...

"Here we are!" Dad declared as he took the card from me and slid it into the slot above the handle. When he pushed the door open, he whistled.

"This is a nice room, bud."

And it was. It had a queen sized bed in the corner, dark hardwood floors, and a beautiful diamond chandelier was hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. A desk made of the same wood as the floor sat against the wall opposite the bed, and a sea foam green rug lied on the floor. There was a fireplace in the wall in front of the rug. I walked in and set the bags by the bed. I walked over to the small door that was by the desk and opened it. A medium sized bathroom was there. The walls were painted a very Hannah Montanaish purple.

Too bad I wasn't going to ever stay here.

I walked out of the bathroom and collapsed on the bed. A few moments later my Dad declared he was leaving. I hugged him goodbye one last time, and he was gone.

I stared at the ceiling. I could hear a clock ticking from the purple bathroom.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

My blond, curly Hannah wig was itching me. I wanted to take it off. Just as my hands reached up to take it off, the door opened. My hands jerked to my side.

"Hannah!"

I looked up at the person. It was Tracy Van Horn. Greeaat. I was NOT in the mood to talk.

"Hey Tracy." I muttered quietly.

"Oh you poor dear!" She exclaimed in her nasally voice. She ran over and hugged me.

What the hell? Why is she hugging me?

"Uh, why are you here?" I asked her.

"My parents seem to think I have a problem with partying and spending money. Hah. I don't. But oh well, these rooms are gorgeous! I'm next door! Why are you here? You look so sad!"

I hesitated, "Nothing. I'm just getting over...a breakup."

"With who?"

I never got a chance to lie because at that moment a voice came over the speakers (oh, joy, speakers).

"ALL PASSENGERS ARE TO BOARD THE DECK AT THIS TIME FOR ORIENTATION!! ALL PASSENGERS!"

"Come on, Hannah. Let's go." Tracy said. I pulled away,

NO! THIS WAS RUINING EVERYTHING!

"Uh, I'll catch up with you later."

"Nonsense, come on." She said as she grabbed my hand and pulled my up.

"NO! I can't go!" I exclaimed as I jerked out of her grip.

"And why not!?" She exclaimed.

"Because...because..."

"We are going." She said firmly as she began dragging me up the stairs and to the deck.

I didn't have enough strength to fight back.

Once on the deck, I noticed we were already a few feet away from the dock. Everyone was lined up. Me and Tracy got in line. I was last.

"Okay, you all wonder why you are here so let me tell you, you are spoiled brats!" A harsh voice rang through the boat. A plump woman with an angry look on her face exclaimed. She had short red hair and piercing blue eyes. I didn't like her.

"I'm not spoiled!" Paris Hilton exclaimed.

"You have GOT to be kidding me!" Lindsay Lohan exclaimed.

"Oh like your so much better! Why are you here than?"

"Shut-up! You ugly, dog faced--

"SHUT UP!!" She roared.

Everyone quieted down.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about! You all are spoiled and don't know what to do in the real world! So I'm going to have to help you a bit! Here's how it works! For the next four months you are going to learn about yourself, how to take care of yourself mentally, right from wrong, and how not to make dumb ass choices! These next four months are going to be the worst four months of your lives! You are going to be wishing you were dead!"

Already do.

I thought I had thought it. I really did. I didn't think I had said it out loud. But apparently I had because the next thing I know, the witch's head snapped in my direction. Everyone followed her gaze. A horrid smile crossed her face,

"Miss Montana! The youngest here! So you already wish you were dead? Pray tell, why?"

She was staring at me, as was everyone else. I shook my head. She walked so close to me that she was in my face,

"If you thought you had it bad, just wait."

I laughed.

For once, I really laughed.

In her face.

Big mistake.

"Why are you laughing, Montana?" She snapped as she got even madder. I frowned.

"Because you can't do anything to make my life any worse."

It was true. She seemed to understand that.

She stepped away.

"Take note everyone. Hannah Montana, America's Sweetheart, is here. Hannah, why don't you tell us why."

"No." I said. She raised her eyebrows,

"Excuse me?"

"I said no."

Before I knew it, she had slapped me across the face. I didn't do anything. I didn't blink, I didn't flinch.

I didn't care.

"Let this all be a lesson! If you fail to follow directions, serious actions will be made. The rules are as follows, no leaving any lesson unless you are too sick to stand up! If you fake sick, well let's just say you better get someone to pray for you. In fact, all of you should be praying right now because once your in my hands, only God can help you. You may eat what we give you and only that. No talking on the phone except between the hours one A.M. and five A.M. I wouldn't recommend it though because you will be getting up at six every morning. You can use PDA's and laptops from the hours of six P.M. To six A.M. Again, that is your valuable time. No leaving your dorm after twelve A.M. and no men in womens room or the other way around! Let's use something for example..."

He eyes scanned the crowd and landed on me with a smile. She grabbed my arm and jerked me in front of everyone. I gazed at my feet.

"Hannah, you all know Hannah right?"

There was a chorus of yes.

"You all agree Hannah is a gorgeous girl right?"

More yes's.

"Well Hannah is here because of a guy."

"Did she get knocked up too?!" Vanessa Hudgens exclaimed. We all looked at her.

"No." The woman said.

"She's not a dirty whore!" Ashlee Simpson muttered.

"Excuse me!?"

"SHUT UP!" The woman roared again.

"No, Hannah did not get knocked up. You see, Hannah is a weak, weak girl. It's because she was raised a star. She never learned how to buck up and take life. So when her boyfriend dumped her, she couldn't take it and went insane."

My anger was reaching a critical level. How dare she talk of me that way. But it was partly true.

"Isn't that right?" She whispered, in my face.

"Yes." I whispered softly.

"What was that, they can't hear you!" She yelled in my ear. I flinched.

"Yes." I said a little louder. Everyone started talking at once.

"So let's get back to my example...let's say Hannah decides to go visit..." her eyes search the crowd and she grabs someone out of it,

"This guy. If I were to find them "visiting" I would take away all their stuff and make them stay three days in the punishment room. Trust me, if you thought the chokey in Matilda was bad...you haven't seen this room."

"It's true," Paris quipped up, "I've been in there, like, thirty, like, times!!"

"Paris! SHUT UP! No one cares!" Mary-Kate Olsen shouted.

"Why are you here, Jake?" A voice called.

I froze.

I couldn't breathe.

Pain was piercing my body.

I was afraid to look.

I couldn't look.

"Jake? Why he is here because his Mother says he's quite the pimp these days! She said ever since he ended a relationship, he's been going around and having flings to try and find another girl to fill the spot. You see, both Jake and Hannah have something in common. They both entered a dumb ass relationship that was a total disaster. And they are both to weak to get over it. They are just handling their pain in different ways, Hannah here,"

She grabbed my arm painfully. I had my eyes squeezed shut. I was hoping this was a dream. A horrible dream.

"basically went mute! The dear didn't do anything for two years! You know what that spells to me? L-O-S-E-R. Jake,"

I felt hot, sharp needles prick me all over.

"decided to try to find comfort in different girls. Both made a mistake. Both will learn from the mistake. Both are losers."

"That's rude." I heard a voice call through the crowd. I didn't dare open my eyes.

"Excuse me?!"

"You are a witch, leave Hannah and Jake alone." The voice, I now recognized as Ashley, said.

"Your the one to talk!"

"Actually, I'm here because I want to relax. I'm not part of this. I just came up to see if you were still pushing around the newcomers." She replied.

"Than stay out of it!"

I was feeling lightheaded.

I wasn't breathing.

I had stopped breathing a few minutes ago.

I was swaying.

I was going to faint.

I tried to breathe.

"Hannah?" I heard a voice call timidly. I knew that voice all too well.

My heart collapsed. I couldn't feel, breathe, think, I was dead.

I can't do this.

Knives were riping at my body, tearing and mutating it. My chest was on fire, I could feel the flames! Someone help me! Blood was dripping from my heart. I had to get away from him.

I found myself backing away from him with my eyes still squeezed shut.

His hand grabbed my hand to stop me.

My hand was burning. Flames were engulfing it and licking at my skin, burning it like paper. I watched in fright as my skin burned off my fingers. The flames burned at the raw muscles in my fingers, making me scream. It hurt so bad. Soon, it had burned to the bone. I was still screaming.

"Some one shut her up!" I heard that women scream. I couldn't hear her. Someone was screaming loudly.

It was me.

I couldn't stop.

My heart isn't beating.

Blood isn't running through my body.

I am blind.

I am deaf.

I am mute.

Pain is shooting through me, and it hurts so bad that I can't breathe. I feel as if flames are licking at my whole body now. My legs are giving in. I feel nauseous.

"Hannah!" He exclaims as he grabs my shoulders.

I feel faint. Why is he doing this to me!?

I feel the vile rising in my throat. Before I can jerk away, I throw up.

All over Leslie Jake Ryan.

A/n: you all know he was gonna be there! lol...hm...but what you don't know is what happens and why Miley is mad at him in the future...and I do!! Mwhahaha! Sorry, Rico moment there. Anyways, Sorry it's so depressing...but It'll eventually get better. I promise. Again, I mean no disrespect to any actresses mentioned in this chapter. So...review if you liked it!