Miley: I AM MILEY CYRUS
You have to help me. See the problem is… I AM MILEY CYRUS!!! It sounds insane, I know! Just let me explain; A few weeks ago we had just finished filming a scene involving a ferris wheel in my new movie (I won’t gave away too many details but it was a super fun scene and you’re totally going to love the movie I promise!) Well anyway, it had been a beautiful day and suddenly the sky grew dark and the wind started to blow really hard. Things were flying through the air, people were yelling and suddenly I felt something crash into my head, blinding pain and then darkness.
When I woke up I was in what turned out to be a college dorm room with College books and papers scattered across the desk, crumpled up clothes all over the floor and Hannah Montana posters all over the walls. There was a bag of and frozen corn on the painfully throbbing lump protruding from my temple. I tried get up right away but the room started to spin and I ended up back on the bed. Just then a girl ran in the room and said “Jessica, you’re up, I was worried!”
“What?” I started to ask questions “Where’s my dad? Did we wrap the scene? Whose trailer am I in?”
“Jeez you hit your head harder than I thought” she said staring at me “I’m sorry but I’ve can’t miss class again, I’ll be back in an hour there’s ramen noodles, juice, and aspirin on the table. You get some rest. Everything will be fine.”
At this point, as you can imagine, I was profoundly confused. I got up and stumbled my way to the bathroom and managed to look into the mirror. What I beheld there you are not going to believe. The face staring back at me was not my own face. I was looking out through worried brown eyes fixated onto a pale, heart shaped face, with out of control, billowing, coal-black hair, plump lips, and a narrow pointy nose. As I opened my mouth, the ear-piercing scream that escaped was probably heard by the kids sipping their lattes at the coffee shop two blocks away.
“WHO PUT THIS FACE ON MY FACE?!?” I yelled. When my mind finally stopped racing enough to piece together some information I realized that I recognized the face. It’s the face of that crazy fan who was hiding in my bushes last week! Somehow she got onto the set and did some kind of… voodoo or something and stole my body!
It’s been horrible! No one believes me, “my” roommate, Bianca, threatened to tie me up and take me to the hospital if I didn’t stop telling people that I’m Miley. And you should see the wardrobe I have to work with; my grandma dresses better than this girl! Not to mention that I have been living off of cafeteria food and I do not want to hear the words taco Tuesday for the rest of my life! This is a disaster! I could go on and on but I think you get the picture. I have to get out of here.
I’ve read in the news about what this imposter has been doing with my body and I am not happy at all. That’s not the real me, I swear! I have to stop her. She’s going to ruin the new Hannah Montana movie if you don’t help me out. The fate of Hannah Montana is in your hands now.
You know how I’m always saying that I am just a normal girl like everyone else? RIGHT NOW I REALLY AM JUST A NORMAL GIRL LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!! I have got to get to that concert at the stadium of fire, find the imposter who stole my body and get my life back!
In conclusion, HELP ME PLEASE, oh my gosh my dad is going to freak when he finds out that I’ve been gone for this long!
*The above essay may or may not be fictional (;