Forget regret,
Or life is yours to miss.
No other road,
No other way.
No day, but today...
Jenna took a last drag on her cigarette and then tossed it to the ground and smothered it with her worn out tan high heeled boots. They went all the way up to the knees of her worn out Citizen's of Humanity jeans, and they were her absolute favorite boots. She pulled the ear-bud out of her ear, which immediately stopped the flow of Rosario Dawson belting at the top of her lungs. Some kind of lungs. Her voice was timid and shy, perfect for Mimi in a movie, she guessed, but that girl wouldn't last a day on the stage.
Jenna smirked at this scene. So this was the renowned camp rock. Filled with annoying children who got in just because their parents had connections and teenagers with the same problem, Jenna was happy that she had actual talent. And she had an award to prove it.
Even though her school was completely poor and in the South Side of Chicago, it managed to raise the funds in order for the best choir student to get to Camp Rock at a discounted rate. The rest of the money came from serious fund raising, because her family had no money. At all.
That's when Jenna noticed Shane Gray walk past. She laughed a little. That boy was overly pretentious and stupid—or at least that's what it looked like—but he was hot. So she shifted her weight to one foot and put her hands on her hips, and put on a face that said, 'I'm way too good for this but I'm here anyway.' When he turned his head to see her, he had an almost awestruck face on. All guys usually put this face on when they saw her. She had dark brown hair—almost the color of coffee—iridescent pale white skin, and shocking blue eyes, rivaling the color of lapis. But that's when he was joined by Mitchie...whatever, his apparent new squeeze, and only-got-a-record-deal-because-she's-dating-Shane-Gray. Jenna almost shivered when she saw Mitchie's outfit. Did her stylist have a sudden aneurysm or what? She was wearing a baby doll top that was wayyyy too low cut for her body and was the color of a ripe orange. And with her complexion? Eew.
Mitchie looked over towards Jenna, and ran her eyes up and down. Oops, looks like little miss perfect has some competition.