HANNAH MONTANAH WAS ON STAGE, SINGING HER FAVORITE SONG, "WHO SAID." EVERYTHING MADE SENSE AS SHE SANG HER SONG, EVEN THOUGH IN THE AUDIENCE, SHE COULD SEE JAKE AND RACHEL TOGETHER IN THE AUDIENCE. FOR A SECOND SHE THOUGHT SHE SAW A SHADOW SLIP BY, BUT NO, IT COULDN'T BE . IT WAS PROBABLY NOTHING.
WHEN SHE WAS SINGING, EVERYTHING MADE SENSE TO HER. EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT. BUT WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE? WHAT ELSE COULD THE LIFE OF A SUPERSTAR BE BUT PERFECT?
BUT HANNAH LEAD MORE THAN ONE LIFE. SHE WAS ALSO MILEY-EL-STUART (WEIRD, SHE THOUGHT TO HERSELF, WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? IT HAD POPPED INTO HER MIND, AS IF AN ELECTRIC SIGNAL HAD TRANSMITTED IT TO HER BRAIN. AS IF SHE UNCONSIOUSLY KNEW SOMETHING. OR SOMEONE. BUT WHAT? WHO?). ANYWAYS, HANNAH THOUGHT, HER ALTER EGO WASN'T MILEY-EL-STUART. IT WAS PLAIN MILEY STUART. AND FOOLISHLY, EVERYONE FELL FOR IT. I GUESS THAT MEANTT IT WORKED, SHE THOUGHT SLYLY.
AFTER THE CONCERT, SHE WENT HOME. WELL, WHAT ELSE WOULD SHE DO?
THE NEXT DAY, SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WOULD DO.
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The crevice behind the stairway was the only place he could hide. He slithered into the dark shadows and felt like his soul was withering. As if it hadn't long ago. What was she doing here? With his apathetic, secretly dying eyes he did the only thing he could do: watch.
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Jake held Rachel's waist and looked into her eyes. He was so busy looking at her body and her long dark hair that he didn't bother to see the tears she was hiding behind her façade. "You're beautiful, Rachel," Jake said, "How right it is for you to be with a hot boy like me!"
Rachel didn't really want to be with Jake. He was so egocentric; so full of himself. She didn't know why she had moved here, to such a superficial town. But at least it wasn't falling apart. She couldn't really remember her old house that much, but the things that mattered-or didn't matter anymore, however you see it-were still all too vivid in her memory. It was so gruesome, and so horrible, even though she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. She had seen the tears, and then the composure. The mask. The little boy's face hardened to a stone statue. He became cold. Rachel shivered. What nerve of that bastard, to take away such a special friendship. Even if he hadn't done it directly.
Rachel closed her eyes and forced herself to forget. She forced herself to forget even her own last name, because she didn't want to be that person right now. She wanted to be Rachel, hot girl that a super-star chose to date. She wanted to be Rachel, the girl with newly emerging popularity. She wanted to be Rachel, the beautiful….anything, anything, but Rachel, best friend of the boy who's parents were killed.
But he wasn't here right now. And lucky for the school, because the school couldn't take more than one celebrity. Not that he was a celebrity. But his name was known.
Rachel sighed, knowing she couldn't do this anymore. He wasn't here, but it didn't matter. She couldn't be Rachel, the hot date of a super-star.
She couldn't be Rachel, superficial and fake and happy and pretty, because no, she had to be Rachel, Rachel Dawes.
And she hated it.
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