Ok, so I think this will be a good idea, to be honest. I hope it'll be. It's different, that's for sure! I've seen all the typical AU Camp Rock-Actually-an-Academy-boarding-school type stories and thought this would be different, and awesome! So, I'll give this a try, see where it goes. Tell me how you like it, any suggestions on physical/mental disabilities for the whole gang, information on the disability that is mentioned in here that I do not have/may like to know/have to correct.
Also, obviously, this is AU, so there is no Connect 3 currently, but there is Shane, Nate and Jason. They haven't met yet, so they haven't formed the band… yet. So, enjoy!
Summary:Welcome to Camp Rock. This is a place for kids that have a mental or physical disability that also love music to learn how to play, sing, or dance, and overcome their disabilities and feel normal again. Meet some very special kids who come to Camp Rock, to learn about music. But along the way, find love, drama, romance and friendship. SMITCHIE, NAITLYN, JELLA, PEGGY/OC, TESS/OC and more
"Michelle! Wake up!" my mom yelled up at me. At the same time, my alarm started blaring with loud rock music. Wondering why I put it on this station, I opened my eyes. Not that it made a difference anyways. Every single day, I saw the same dull color: black. It wasn't an attractive color after seeing it for five years in a row. Every day, I had to live with the mistake that happened when I was nine years old.
When I was nine, change happened. It was stupid really. I was at home, my mom left the room to make a phone call and I had gone to wash my hands. In my distracted little nine year old mind, I saw a bird and I accidentally squirted the hand soap in my eyes. And quite a bit of it by that. By the time my mom ran into the room, I was already screaming with pain, on the ground.
We got to the hospital, and I had no chance. They said I took too long in getting to the hospital and I would go blind within an hour. They put me under sedatives to numb the pain, and after that day, I live in darkness.
It really sucks, you know. Being able to see so clearly one day, then the next being told you'd never see color again. I guess its worse with people who are born blind. They have never been able to see color, nor will they ever. I just am glad I got the chance, even if I was little. If I had been more careful, maybe I could see again.
But there was no time to dwell on what could-have-been. I had accepted my disability years ago. It was time to move on, and focus on the future.
Sighing, I reach over to my left and search for my alarm clock. I have gotten used to where everything is now, so there's no problem. I find it and hit the snooze button. I sat up and stretched before climbing out of bed. I made my way over to the closet, only tripping once, and took out the outfit my mom put on the shelf in the closet. I walked out of the closet and slipped the clothes on. Combing out my hair, I sighed. I couldn't even see if I was wearing something nice, if I looked good, if I looked older than I did five years ago.
I hated not seeing. I could never see myself grow. I would never see my dates, or my children, if I had children. I wasn't a popular person at my school. I convinced my mom to let me go to a normal school. Big mistake, I thought. I was a sophomore, well, going to be a sophomore, and people treated me differently. I had a special notebook to write in, and a special textbook ordered. I only had one friend, Sierra, who helped me out, who was in all my classes. Most people just made fun of me. I never saw them laughing at me or pointing (though Sierra told me they did) but I heard them make fun of me. I didn't blame them. I was a blind invisible girl.
I was just grateful it was the last day of school. I could go three months without the torture, or the feeling of being different. I know different means unique, but I didn't feel unique. I felt outright different, like I didn't belong. And I hated that feeling.
After finishing doing my hair, and putting on my lip gloss, I made my way out the door. I reached the stairs, and grasping the handrail, I carefully made my way down with my bag. I walked into the kitchen, as I heard my mom bustling around.
"Oh hey honey, ready for your last day of school?" she asked. I nodded as I sat down at my place at the table, the sound of my plate being put at my place.
"Excited, really," I admitted. I started eating the eggs that my mom placed in front of me. I was excited to get away from the place they called school. Maybe I should have gone to that special school where they had that program for the blind.
I felt left out mostly, and I really hated that. Guzzling down my eggs, I heard my mom turn on the TV. The woman on the TV began talking about rain or something for tomorrow. Wahoo, I thought sarcastically.
"And in other news, a new camp has opened up. The camp is called Camp Rock, but it isn't the type of camp you think it is," the reporter started. I sighed as I half tuned it out. It's not like I could afford to go to camp anyways.
"-a music camp, but for kids with special needs. Kids that have physical and mental disabilities," the girl continued. At that, I perked up. I think my mom did too. The reporter started describing very briefly on what the camp offered. It helped kids get in touch with their inner music side. If it was singing, playing an instrument, or dancing, they would help out. Apparently, it opens next week and there were still spots available.
Once the reporter started talking about something else, my mom switched it off. I smiled. I loved music. I was good at singing. I was also good at piano. Though I could never see the keys, I just loved playing notes. Could there be such a camp that had kids like me? I wouldn't feel so different. Thinking about it, I would do anything to go to this camp. I wanted to fit in, to feel good about myself for once, to not feel different.
I turned to my mom, a smile on my face.
"Mom," I started before my mom interrupted.
"Mitchie," she said. I pouted.
"But mom, I really want to go to Camp Rock! It's perfect for me! I can finally fit in, feel normal for once in my life. I can have fun, and I love music. I'll do anything to go to this camp! It will be fun! And you can call every day, and it's only for a month! Oh please Mom, please?" I begged. My mom sighed.
"I'll look into it today, ok? I can't make any promises," she said. At that, I squealed and stood up. I hugged my mom.
"Oh thank you! That's all I want! Thank you so much." I exclaimed, excited. My mom laughed.
"Your welcome Mitchie. Now get ready for school, your dad's driving you," she said. I smiled as I hugged her once more before skipping out of the room happily.
"Yeah, I've heard of Camp Rock. That's amazing Mitchie, you deserve it," my best friend Sierra exclaimed as I threw my books in my locker. I shut it and she started guiding me down the hall. It wasn't as if I didn't know my way around, I did. But I didn't want to bump into anybody.
"I know. My mom didn't guarantee anything, but I hope I can get in. It'll be a dream come true! And I don't want to spend all summer at Aunt Maybelle's, her teaching me Braille again," I joked. Last summer, I got stuck learning Braille from my aunt Maybelle, her making me a bit more ahead in the curriculum them most people, because I was blind. It got boring and annoying.
Sierra laughed as we made it to the classroom.
"Well, for the whole summer, I'll be in China, with my mom of course," Sierra declared proudly. Her mom was an archaeologist, and she came home rarely. So, seeing her mom was a big deal for Sierra. I took a seat at the front with Sierra, as usual.
"Lucky you," I said as the bell rang, signaling first period to begin.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. I grabbed my stuff, as Sierra grabbed hers as we made our way to our lockers.
"I hope my mom can get me into Camp Rock," I exclaimed as I cleared out my locker. Sierra nodded.
"Me too. I want you to have fun," she said.
We walked out to the buses and I got on with Sierra. She lived a couple blocks away from me, so it was all good. I heard whispering all around. I ducked lower into my seat as the bus started moving. We started talking until we got to Sierra's stop. We got out together, so she could always walk me home. We got off.
"I can't believe you leave tonight. I'm going to miss you," I told Sierra. She nodded sadly.
"I'll miss you too. I hope you have fun this summer, whatever your plans may be," Sierra said as she walked me to my front door. I nodded as I hugged my best friend.
"Call me every week to tell me how you are," I told her. She laughed, nodding.
"I promise. Bye Mitchie. I'll see you in September," she said. She hugged me once more before I heard her fading footsteps. I sighed as I turned to my door and opened it, walking through and throwing my bag on the floor.
"I'm home!" I called through the house.
I heard footsteps then my dad's voice.
"Hey honey!" he sounded bright and cheery. I frowned. What was going on? He sounded too cheery. Another set of footsteps walked in.
"Oh hi honey, back home already?" my mom asked, she too sounding cheery. I sighed.
"What's going on?" I asked curiously. There was a small pause before my dad said, "Oh, just tell her Connie."
"Tell me what?" I asked. There was another pause before….
"Ok. You're going to Camp Rock!"
From miles away, a scream was heard in the distance.
What do you guys think? Review, if you like it. If you don't, it's cool. It's an experimental chapter. And don't worry, every single character you know has a disability of some sort. Care to guess what they could be? Mitchie is blind, so what disability do Shane, Jason, Nate, Caitlyn, Tess, Peggy and Ella have? Have fun guessing!