The harsh sunlight beat down on my face. I could feel the pain my body was in. My back hurt. My feet were tingling. My lips were chapped. My throat screamed in thirst. I couldn't remember anything. I didn't know where I was or what had happened. All I remembered was getting on a plane…in Malibu. I remembered saying good-bye to my dad, hugging Lily and promising to call her the second I landed, and slowly walking onto the plane that was to take me to some random island in the middle of nowhere.

Slowly, I tried to open my eyes. The bright sunlight blinded me at first. Slowly, my eyes adjusted and I sat up despite my body's protests to look around. Well, I was definitely on an island in the middle of nowhere. But I was pretty sure this wasn't the island I was supposed to be on. For one, there was no limo waiting outside the airport to pick me up. There was no one standing above me asking if I was going to be okay. In fact, there wasn't much of anything on the island: a bunch of palm trees, beautiful white sand, shoreline for miles, and ocean for miles past that. And then I heard it.

"…Miley?"

His voice was soft and rough, like he hadn't used it for days. I looked over, almost relieved to at least see something living. I was less relieved when I realized who it was. Mr. Zombie Slayer himself. Jake Ryan. Egotistical, stuck up, famous Jake Ryan.

"What happened?" he whispered.

I sighed, "I don't really know Jake," my voice was scratchy, too, "One minute I'm flying off to hell with you sitting next to me. The next, I'm waking up in the middle of nowhere."

He closed his eyes and scrunched his eyebrows, as if he were trying to solve a very hard math problem. "The plane…I remember we were flying through that thunderstorm, and the captain was telling us to prepare for a crash landing," Jake slowly trailed off and for the first time, I realized there was something else on the beach.

Everywhere, metal scraps lay in the sand. Some of the scraps were jammed into the sand, while others just lay on the shoreline. I could see foam scraps every few feet, some still covered in the fabric from the airplane seats. Clearly, we had crashed, and apparently, no one else had lived to tell the tale.

So here we were, in the middle of nowhere; two teenage superstars with no one around for miles…hell, probably thousands of miles. We were officially stranded on a random island in the middle of no where. And all I could think was, if my dad hadn't made me agree to film this stupid movie as Hannah with Jake, I would NOT be here right now.

And I promptly burst into tears.