A/N::: Heyy everybody, this is my first fanfic ever and I wasn't really sure about how to do it, so I really hope this works and if it's messed up in any ways, can ya please give me a shout and let me know what's wrong please and thanx! (Just so you know, the song is actually mine. I made it up on the spot, it's completely pointless, probly doesn't make sense, and if you don't like it, I don't care.)

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Criticism is encouraged, by all means tell me what you really think, and mean it too, cuz I'm not an emotional person

Everything changes,

Though we aren't really sure how,

Everyone leaves us,

At times in our lives,

But when you left,

Me oh you left me hanging,

By a simple white thread,

Looked like it was gonna break,

It was like you shoved a knife,

Hard into my heart

So hard,

And I fell so hard,

When you left me,

I fell so hard

For you, I'd fall,

For eternity,

And I'd never fall

So hard

For anyone else,

No, nobody else could make me

Feel the way you do

Fell the way you do"

I finished signing the last note of the song and stopped strumming at my guitar. I looked over at the door when I heard light rapping on it, only to see my best friend Sierra staring intently back at me.

"Ya know Mitch,. I've heard that song so many times know I almost know every word by heart, and I still think it's your best song yet." She smiled at me a she said this," but don't you think it's time for a new one, the last time you wrote a new song was almost three months ago, when Roger Denvers broke up with you."

She was right, he'd broken up with me after I had yelled at him, after finding out that he'd been two timing me the whole month and a half we'd been together.

"Well, that was the last time I'd really ever had the inspiration to write anything," I told her truthfully, the next part she wasn't going to like though, so I tried to use a soft voice" but now that I'm going away to Camp Rock for the summer," I watched as a look of anger replaced the look of remorse that had once shown on her smooth pale skinned face, "I'm hoping to write new songs about how hard it will be to be without my best friend for two whole months." I waited.....I was sure that the yelling would start any minute, but it didn't, I glanced away from my shoes and back up at her face, which now held a sad look, like she was about to cry.

"Oh Si, it'll be okay, I'll text you everyday, and I'll call you, so you can even hear my wonderful voice," I told her quietly. "But what if there's no reception there Mitchie, what will you do then!?!", she demanded of me. Now she was in between the stages of crying and being extremely angry. "Well then, I'll hunt down a computer and send you emails everyday about what I'm doing, and I'll send you voice clips of the new songs I'll be working on" I thought for a minute, if they didn't have cell reception then they wouldn't have internet either," And if they don't have computers or internet, then I'll send you letters with lyrics to my songs and you can improvise!"

I should probably explain what's going on, huh? Well I'm Michelle Lea Torres, and I'm 16 and probably have the bestest friend and parents you can even imagine! Back to them later though, I have light brown hair that hangs down most of the time, to around my butt. I also have the straight across bangs, and I'm a very shy person. Not a lot of kids pay attention to me at school, and usually I like it, but also sometimes I wish that they would see who I really am. I'm a great singer, but I've never really sung in front of anybody but Si and my parents.

My best friend Si has shoulder length curly hair, almost like it's out of control, but she makes it look that way with her curling iron. She has a fair complexion, but always pale skin. Sometimes if you didn't know her well, you might create theories that she was a vampire or something, but she's not, just a normal human being.

My mom's Connie, and my dad's Steve. My mom's a great cook, so great that she got asked to cook for the Camp this summer, which is why I'm going , not to cook, but to be with her so she won't get lonely. My dad owns a fairly large chain of successful hardware stores around the province.

So yes, we are rich, but we don't like to show it or even brag about it that often. My parents have put away more then enough money for their retirement, my retirement, and my college fund, which would be enough for me to get tuition into two different colleges. We have a good car, but not an expensive enough car to tip off that we are rich, and our house is average, maybe even a little smaller than.

Anyways, back to the story... I zoned in again and realized Sierra had begun to pull out suitcases from under my bed."What are you doing," I asked her patiently. "Well I'm going to help you pack. I want you to have a good time, and if you meet any cute nice boys, you're going to need some good out fits. Who better to help you pack then a fashion expert?"She told me expertly. Hmm, I guess I also forget to mention that Si dresses coolly, and I have to admit that she is a very good fashion-ista. She began to pull clothes from my closet and drawers and separated them into two piles. "One to go, one to stay," she said, and she kept putting more on the corner of the bed saying I would need something cool to wear when I first arrived, to "make a lasting impression" she stated.

When all my basic stuff was packed, I picked up my song book, a small yellowed journal, which Si had bought me for my birthday, which I had scribbled in red, "Mitchie's Songbook" onto the cover. I stashed it carefully into my tote bag, along with my iPod, its charger, my cell phone, and its charger. Sierra then helped me carry all my stuff downstairs to the front door, where my dad began loading it into the large blue-green truck that read "Connie's Catering" on the side in yellow letters.

I walked into the kitchen, and finding that my mom had made her special chocolate chunk brownies, I picked one up to eat it. She walked into the kitchen form the other door, just as I took a bite, and said," Are you excited to go to camp? Brown, that's the director, honey, told me that there was going to be a special surprise for everyone this year, but I made arrangements for a special surprise just for you. You'll still get Brown's though, he didn't tell me what it was." She finished, it was hard to see how she'd said this all in only two breaths, but she did.

"Okay, the trucks packed, you guys can head off now then" my dad said to my mom. They started going on with the mushy kissing stuff, so I gestured to Si that we venture outside. We hugged tight once we were on the porch and I felt a few tears slip down my face and looked to see that Si was also weeping."I'll call you as soon as I get there, and text you every hour." I told her.

My mom walked out and said goodbye to Sierra. My parents really liked her, probably because she was smart like me, and we didn't usually get into trouble. I waved goodbye again, as I hopped into the van and drove off to what I hoped would be the best summer of my life.

A/N::: So I do realize that it's very slow, and that its long. Well you should know, I like long chapters; it means I don't have to press the next page button every two minutes. I don't know when I'll update next, but I promise to try to make it better. Criticism is good, and I bet you have some, so please press the review button. I'm not going to be the kind of person that says "press the review button, you know you want to" in every chapter. Personally, when reading other stories, it annoys me. Yes, I would like reviews, but No I won't pester you about it all the time. Also, sorry if I've been offensive to anybody in any of my opinions.