the next day.

Trish is sitting on the couch next to Billy as they watch the tennis tournament. Pretty much the only think they can watch as all the rest of the channels are in Spanish. Turning their eyes towards the door as they see a sleeping Justin making his way over to them.

"How did you sleep honey?" Trish asks as she pats the side of her for him to sit down.

"Fine but it was way too hot. I think we need air condition in her" Justin rubs his eyes and starts to watch the television.

"Yeah, I'll go and see the manager today"

Miley walks into the living room, half asleep, and sits next to Justin.

"What time did you get in last night?" Billy asks, not taking his attention away from the tennis. Yeah sports aren't really his thing but he is really starting to get into them.

"I don't really remember"

"Were you drunk?" Billy turns to face Miley, a hit of anger in his face.

"No"

"Well you look like you've got a hangover"

"Cut it out dad. I wasn't drunk okay? Stop treating me like a child. I'm 16. Legally able to not be in the care of my parents. I wanna live my life a little. I'm not stupid enough to drink. I know what happened to Miranda" Before Miley knew it, there were tears falling down her face. "I know when to say no. And I'm really disappointed that you think of me like that" And with that, Miley walks out of the door, slamming it shut behind her. Not caring that she's still in pyjama shorts and a vest top. But to be honest, they just look like laid back clothes. Wiping her face and she goes down the stairs, her hair – which is pulled back into a messy bun – bouncing as she does so. Exiting the hotel, her arms folded, she walks around the side of it and sits down.

Staring up at the ocean coloured blue sky. Not one cloud in sight. Birds in the trees chirping, it's very relaxing. That's until she finds herself thinking about Miranda. Her younger sister, by 2 years. Thinking about Miranda is bringing tears to her eyes.

flashback.

"You're a slut, a druggie and a no good whore" Miley shouts, anger flaring out of her.

"Fuck you. Just because no guys wanna have sex with you. You're ugly and to be honest I would kill myself if I looked like you" Miranda said, her body swaying from side to side as she tries to keep her balance. She was clearly drunk.

"You know what? Don't you ever talk to me. Okay? We are no longer sisters. And i couldn't care a less if I didn't see you again" Miley found herself speaking these words before even thinking about them.

"Good because I never wanna see you again" And with that, Miranda runs out of the door and slams it shut.

Little did Miley know that, that would be the last time she ever saw her little sister again.

She died that night. She had an overdose of drugs.

Miley let the tears run down her face. And the last thing Miley said to her was that she didn't wanna see her again. And she got my wish. Miley can't help but blame myself. And deep down, she knows her parents blame her too. She was her little sister; she had to look out for her.

Miley sits there for about an hour then goes back up to the hotel room. Her parents have clearly gotten over the situation.

"Hurry up and get dressed. We're going to the fair today" Trish calls to Miley as she walks through the door. A hint of anger in her voice.

Dressed in a pair of black hot pants and a grey vest top, a pair of black sunglasses and her hair tied into a bun. No make-up. Well there is really no point...it's scorching, you're only going to sweat it off anyways.

Justin comes running into the room. "Miley hurry up. Everyone's waiting for you"

"I'm ready!" She says out of irritation. Miley grabs her mobile and walks into the sitting room.

"It took you long enough" Billy scoffs. He gets up and walks out of the door without another word. Trish follows him. Then Justin.

"Great, my parents are acting like children" Miley says to herself. Shoving her phone into her pocket, she goes out of the door. Her mom locking it when she gets out.

when they get there.

"Here's some money. Me and your father are going to the cafe over there.." She points to a small cafe located on the outskirts of the beach. "..so if yous need us, just go there" Trish hands Miley the money.

"Wait...you're making me babysit that?" She turns and looks to Justin.

"Be nice Miley. You know why I can't go on any of the rides...and your dads back is acting up again"

"Urgh.." Miley snatches the money out of her moms hand. "Come on douche" She pushes past Justin.

Justin rushes after her. "You know, you could try to be a little bit nicer to me"

"Yeah, I could. But I don't want to" Miley says as they enter the carnival. "What do you wanna go on first?"

Justin smiles a little. Miley is letting him choose the rides. Maybe today won't be so bad after all. "Umm...the waltzer"

"Then the waltzer it is" Miley smiles and makes her way to the ride, with Justin walking beside her.

The day had been spent with a lot of laughs. It was the most fun Miley and Justin had ever had together. They talked about each other, love life. Miley even told Justin how much she likes Joe. Justin told Miley about his girlfriend back at home. They went on almost every ride there, apart from the rollercoaster as Miley is petrified of heights.

"Last ride – the Miami Wave? Please?" Justin asks his sister.

"Sure" They walk over, the queue isn't very long.

As the get on, pulling their seatbelts (a/n they're the plastic ones that come over your head) down and a man comes and checks to see if they're all on properly. As the guy takes a seat in his little room, his blasts the music. Usher – OMG starts playing. Everyone is singing along. The ride starts, going high into the air and swiftly coming back down. Miley heart skips a beat when it goes back down. The speed was unexpected. Grabbing onto her seatbelt as it goes back up to the top. Everyone screaming and a few people still singing. Keeping tight hold of the seat belt. Miley screams at it goes down once again. But when it goes back up, it stops. After a few minutes everyone is starting to get a bit panicky.

"What's happening Miley?" Justin turns his head and looks at Miley.

"I-I don't know" Miley looks up to the sky; they were about 50 feet away from the ground. Being afraid of heights is more like a phobia for Miley. A voce from on the ground interrupts Miley's thoughts.

"Don't worry, the rides stuck. The mechanic is on his way. I repeat don't worry"

"Don't worry. He said don't worry. We're stuck up what 50 feet from the ground and he's telling us not to worry?" Miley's heart has started to beat faster.

After 10 minutes or so, someone comes up on a basket crane. He is dressed in a red suit...maybe because he's a fire man. He starts from the left side of the ride and starts helping people down. He yells to the man he operates the ride to release their seatbelts one by one. Looking down, Miley sees that they've gathered quite the crowd. She starts to take deep breaths, in through her nose and out through her mouth.

When the guy gets to her, he yells down. "Open"

But nothing happens. He calls down again but the guy says the button is already pressed.

"I think you're stuck" He says as he tries to pull the seatbelt – but it won't budge.

"What? You've got to be kidding me" Miley says, a hint of irritation in her voice.