Hey Guys! Welcome to my first story! This is my version of Camp Rock, if it wasn't so PG-d and stuff.
Normal Pairings, SxM, Lil bit of NxC, might have some J-OC later in the story.
Hope you like it! RxR :)
I slowly opened my eyes to the sound of my alarm clock. One of my hands reached for it from under my purple duvet and I pressed the bottom to make it stop beeping. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and then let out a huge yawn. I really didn't want to get up today. Then I remembered it was the last day of school, and I cheered up a bit, knowing that today would be the last day of having to sit front row in Mr. Larrington's classes. He spits when he speaks. Ew. I got up out of my bed lazily and went over to my window. I opened my curtains, squinting at the sight of the brightness. I yawned again and looked outside at my street. I live on a pretty busy street. It's really close to the local Elementary school, so there's also a lot of kids around here. I haven't met any kids in High school from around here. Yet. Always the optimistic, I am. I laughed at my weirdness. Oh and look, there's that old man that hangs around by the lamp-post. He's always there. I don't think he ever leaves. He just stands there staring at the kids that come across the road to get to school. Maybe that's why he's there. I mean, Micheal Jackson liked kids, and how better to get kids? Go to somewhere kids like. Hence his theme park and what not. But that's just my theory. So that's probably why that guys there, to scare little kids and scare the shit out of parents. Considering he looks like a tramp, he's actually quite clever. He's looking at me staring at him. He's looking at me...and then I realised I was in my PJ's still. I quickly ran from the window. Perv. I walked over to my closet and opened it up. It was a mess. I rummaged through all the clothes I had and finally just picked a purple top and some jeans. I'm not really one of those girls that makes a huge fuss of there appearance, so I cleaned my face, sprayed myself with body spray and brushed my hair. I checked to make sure I looked reasonably good and went over to my guitar. Now let me tell you about this guitar, I had to work at Denny's for 10 months to earn enough money for 1 guitar. The mean girls at my school had a field day with the name calling when they found out about my work. Anyway, I picked up my guitar and starting strumming a few chords, thinking of a few new song ideas. I had nothing. Then my stomach rumbled, so I put my guitar down, walked out of my door and down the stairs, into the kitchen. Mom was already making an omelet, so I went over to her to see if I could help.
"No, no, I'm done. Go sit down, I'll bring them over" she told me, I walked over to the diner table and flicked on the TV, sitting down whilst watching it. Hot tunes was on. I really disliked that show. Its all about Celebrity's and music videos. I don't even know why I watched it. Then something about Connect 3 flashed on the screen, and I turned up the volume and listened. Mom put my eggs in front of me and looked at what I was staring at. The TV was saying something about Shane Grey and another one of his diva acts. I think this time, he's in trouble. Well, sucks to be him.
"That boy has everything!" Mom said, after they stopped talking about Shane. She went back into the kitchen.
"Yeah, except a clue" I digged into my omelet "This is really good mom! It's so nice, the best thing ever!" Okay, I was over exaggerating, but flattery gets you every where.
"Mitchie, you know I can't afford that camp. And flattery never works" Sigh. I guess Camp Rock is a no no. "I'm sorry Mitch..."
"It's fine" I walked out. Doesn't she realise this is what I want? Camp Rock is how most of today's Musicians started! Why can't she actually give me this one thing? I grabbed my bag and walked out of the door, slamming it behind me. Mom is so gonna shout at me when I get home. I looked at my watch. Great, the bus arrives in half an hour. I guess I'm walking today. I put my satchel on my shoulder and started walking, pulling at my sleeves of my cardigan. My summer is now the most suck-ish thing ever. My best friend is leaving to England with her parents, and I'm stuck in New Jersey, with all its New Jersey-ness. Why couldn't I have took that internship that was offered to me? I could of bought my ticket, or whatever you buy to go to camp, to go to Camp Rock. Well Mitchie, be prepared for a boring, stupid summer, that might as-well just be more school. Speaking of school, here I am. I walked over to my locker and started to enter my combination. 24-36-42 and voila. Open. I dug around gathering bits of rubbish up and things that I didn't need anymore. Sierra walked up to me.
"Hey Mitchie!" She said, coming up to me.
"Hey Sierra" I picked up a Camp Rock leaflet from my locker and chucked it into the bin, landed it in. Next Le Bron, I am.
"So, Camp Rock..."
"Is a no go" I sighed. I just wish I could go, so bad.
"Oh well, Mitch. I promise to bring you back something British, like an umbrella or a scone" I could tell Sierra was trying not to laugh. Oh yes, ha ha very funny Sierra. Tease me while I'm down. The bell went for 1st period. I just kept thinking to myself '5 more periods to go' or something along those lines. Oh god, that sounded wrong. I do not have 5 periods. Ok, I'm gonna stop. I mean why couldn't they call it something else other than a part of the menstrual cycle? The day seemed to go pretty quick. Most of the class time was spent messing about, because the teachers knew that soon, they would be free of us for six weeks. I just sat there thinking about how I could find a way to get to Camp Rock. I could pretend to be cargo and get shipped there. Or I could...wait, nothing to dangerous. Or...okay, don't even go there Mitchie, you've scarred yourself for life with that made up image. Finally the final bell went. I grabbed my back and walked out the door. I didn't even say goodbye to Sierra. I'll ring her later. All I want to do know is lock myself in the bathroom and write depressing songs about not getting to live my dream at Camp Rock. I eventually got home and came in through the gate, hoping that I could avoid Mom and Dad for a while out here. But unfortunately, they were cooking the world famous Torres Burgers. Blech. Not them again.
"Hey sweetie" Mom said to me. I put my bag on the plastic garden table.
"Hey Mom, Dad" I tried to do the best fake smile I could possibly do at a time like this.
"We have something to tell you, Hun" Oh god, I bet Dad broke my guitar. He better buy me a new one, now I am mad...
"You're going to Camp Rock! I got a job there, but you'll have to help in the kitchens though" Wait, what. What did mom say? I am going to Camp Rock? Is it even possible that those words fit in the same sentence? Oh my gosh, she wasn't joking...I'm going to Camp Rock! And then I screamed. Naturally. It's what girls do, I guess.
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-Rhiannon (IfLostPleaseReturnToMe)
