Filipa's Notes: Yep, she allowed me to post it. In writting, I'm very different from my dear friend Rita. Well, at least I got her to write a story. In English. We're portuguese, so English isn't our first language, but I can speak fluent English, and Rita... well, when she wants, she can write, but when I read her a Harry Potter book in English, she doesn't understand nothing from what I say. Oh, by the way, Hannah Montana went on vacation like Miley, so no one knew who she was.
Returning Home
Yep. I'm back home. I actually forgot how it was to have Jackson bugging me, Oliver acting strange and Lily entering my house on her skate. It feels good to be back.
- What are you writing, Baby Sis?
- What do you want, Jackson?
- What? Now I can't be in my own house talking with my dear Little Sister?
I just stared at him. Sometimes he's really strange. The last time he acted like this was when I went to a concert and he... wanted tickets to give to girls on his school just for them to go on a date with him!
- Jackson, I'm not going to give you tickets to my concert next week.
- Well, I tried.
And when he was passing by the door, he turned to me, and kneeled on the floor while pleading.
- Please, Miley, please! At least go with me to show them that I know Hanna!
- Oh, um, let me think - I pushed him out of the room and closed de door. - NO!
It's official: I didn't remember how things were. Where the hell is Dad when I need him? I hope he has his cellphone with him...
- Hi, Dad! Oh, I arrived three hours ago. Hey, listen, do you think we can make a trip this summer?
The End
Filipa's Notes:That's a rap. Bid Adventure: San Francisco has officially come to an end. I wonder if I can convince Rita to make a sequel... and we could both write it! Wow! I definetely gotta ask her! Well, see ya on other day, if she doesn't want to make a sequel.