Hey guys :). My first story in a while, and my first Camp Rock story :D. Well, I hope you like. Please review.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing out of this story, except maybe Coral, who really isn't mine, 'cause she really is the Tess in my year, so… I wish I did own Camp Rock. That would be some major hype for me.
Summary: Mitchie's school prom is coming up, and she is on the prom committee. When they ask if anyone can get a band or singer, what will Mitchie do? There is a catch though. Not even Sierra knows she went to Camp Rock last summer. How is she going to pull it off?
Chapter 1
Mitchie Torres awoke to her usual routine of her mother shouting at her to get up, and her putting her music on. This particular Monday morning, 'Who Will I Be' rang out through her bedroom. She walked over to her wardrobe, to be greeted by clothes for all occasions. After spending five minutes purely raking through the mass of clothes, she got out about three different outfits and started to mix and match. She finally settled on a pair of light black skinny jeans and a flowing strapless black top, which was embroided with white flowers at the bottom. She slipped on a white pair of tennis shoes, and grabbed her bag and books she'd need for the day. Next a brush was running through her hair and the tiniest bit of make up was being applied. Mitchie didn't really fuss over make up. She headed to the bathroom to clean her teeth and after that, she rushed downstairs to where her mother was cooking her some breakfast.
As she sat down, Hot Tunes TV came on. Staring at Mitchie were the faces of Connect 3. She inwardly smiled at herself, as the reporter explained how successful their tour had been, and how lead singer Shane Gray had really cleaned up his act since last summer. Connie silently placed a plate containing sausage, egg and bacon in front of her daughter and smiled. Mitchie was so much more confident and more comfortable with herself now, and Shane Gray may have had something to do with that.
"Thanks mom!" She said, tucking into the delicious breakfast.
Mitchie opened her red locker, when her best friend of five years, Sierra popped out from behind it.
"Hey Mitch. Can I ask you something?" she asked curiously, tucking a stray frizzy hair behind her ear.
"Sure." Came the calm reply.
"What would you say if I signed us up for the prom committee? I mean, this is a chance for us to get involved and have our say, instead of the popular girls getting it all their way."
"Why not?" Mitchie said, smiling.
"Oh good! I kind of already signed us up, and I thought you might be a bit mad at me for doing it, but your fine with it obviously and..." Sierra had a tendency to ramble a bit, so her best friend was constantly cutting her off.
"It's ok Sierra!" Mitchie said.
"Right. I knew that." The brunette merely laughed.
The bell sounded and they walked off to their first class, English.
Friday came rather quickly for the girls. After lunch, Mitchie and Sierra rushed to the notice board outside the office. When they got there, there were so many girls crowded round the list, to see who had got onto the committee.
"The standards have really dropped this year!" they heard Coral, the Tess of Bayridge High School (I don't know if there is a Bayridge High School, so if there is, well…) exclaim extremely loudly.
Slowly, the crowd died down enough for the girls to reach the red board. Some went away disappointed, having not got in, but others left happily, having got in. Mitchie skimmed down the list until a name caught her eyes. Mitchie Torres. Underneath hers read Sierra Baxton. Trying to act cool, they waited until they were out of earshot, before screaming and squealing. They did get some funny looks from the odd person that walked round the corner. The bell signalling the end of lunch rang, and they walked to homeroom with smiles on their faces.
Ok. So what do you think? Should I carry on? All kinds of feedback is welcome. Please review and I will officially love you for life :). 3
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