HI! This is my first fanfic so any tips, constructive critisicm would be really appreciated; heck even if you leave the worst review ever it'll help me. This is just a sort of prologue to set the scene and I know it's terrible but I just want to get this story started. It's really short but I will get chapter 1 up ASAP. So this is mainly for help if you want to give it. I will try and get chapters 1 and 2 up by Sunday thanks!
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Alex, Max and Justin Russo sat bored in the lair as their father Jerry went over the same spell for what must have been the 100th time.
"..and that is how you animate objects" he droned again "Alex! What's that in your hand?"
Alex, who had been staring blankly into space, suddenly snapped towards her father and did her best to make her father see the Camp Rock brochure in her hand.
Her father snatched it off her, angered at how persistent his daughter was. Jerry knew the only reason Alex wanted to go was to see that stupid band Connect Four. Or three. Or two. He didn't want his daughter mixing with older famous rockstars like that at her age.
"Daddyyyy" Alex pleaded doing her biggest puppy dog eyes.
Jerry sighed. Alex had been pleading to go to this camp for years. Before he thought she was too young. Now he had a good reason. But in his mind he knew that he would have to release his grip on her one day. A day which he was dreading.
"Dad?" Alex asked again
Jerry walked out of the room, leaving Alex heatbroken again. Someday.