DISCLAIMER - I DON'T OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH CAMP ROCK OR THE PEOPLE IN CAMP ROCK. DISNEY OWNS CAMP ROCK, AND I DON'T. PLAIN AND SIMPLE.

A/N The characters that you recognize - I don't own.
The characters that you DO NOT recognize - I totally own.

Chapter 1 : It's Me Against The World

-Shiloh's POV-

Let's see..where to start? Well, I'm 17, almost 18, years old. I will officially be 18 in three weeks. I have dark brown, almost black, hair. I live with my Mom. My mom says I have my dad's eyes, but I couldn't tell you for sure. See, I can't tell you because I've never seen my dad. I would have known if I had because Mom says I look almost exactly like him.

Mom said he left when I was just a baby, claiming that he didn't want to be tied down just yet. So, I guess he just up and left. Left Mom to take care of me by herself. Now that I think about that's kind of a lie. Steven has practically been raising me by himself since Mom's hardly ever home. I'll go into more detail about who Steven is later.

I think I remember my dad's name. I think it was..Shane? I know his last name was Gray because that's my last name. I wanted to change my last name to my mom's, Torres. But, she said no because my last name is the only connection I have to my dad.

I try to do things a normal 17-year old would do, but it's hard when your mom is one of most famous singers in the world.

Yes, it's weird having cameras follow you everywhere you go, having the entire world know what you're doing that given moment, but as the years went by, I kind of got used to it.

I don't have any brothers or sisters. I don't even have any cousins. Both of my parents were only children.

But, anyway..enough about me for now. On with the story.

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I parked my car in our circle driveway, walked up to our huge house, which most people would call close to a "mansion". The house contains at least 15 rooms, which was kind of ridiculous since there's only me, Mom, our butler, Steven, and whatever nanny my mom decided to hire that week living there. I had a talk with my best friend, Cheyenne, about the nanny thing the other day, actually- when I was staying the night at her house.

"Thanks for the hot chocolate, Mrs. Andrews!"

"You're welcome, sweetheart." She replied as she left the room.

"I like them." I told Cheyenne, with a nod toward the door.

"They can be kind of embarrassing sometimes."

"I mean, I had no idea that familes actually sit down and eat dinner together every night. And you actually talk to each other."

"What does your family do for dinner?"

"Oh, Mom went out. I usually have dinner with whatever nanny she decided to hire that week. Since they usually didn't speak English, things were pretty quiet."

"Wow. That's kind of sad, Shiloh."

The 15 rooms included the main entry into the house and contains the grand staircase to upstairs. The other rooms of downstairs included the kitchen, dining room, family room, game room, my reading room, dance room, and next to that was a party room, and two guest bathrooms. Upstairs we have another half bathroom, five bedrooms (one was mine which was connected to a bathroom and another was Mom's, which was the master bedroom which included of course the master bathroom). Then along with two of the other five bedrooms included bathrooms. We have a seperate building outback, too. It's a recording studio. Outside in the back we also had a gigantic backyard with a gigantic pool and a hot tub.

It sounds great, doesn't it? It's really not. It gets really lonely in this huge house. But as Mom would say, "The bigger, the better."

I walked into the front door. Our butler, Steven, greeted me. He was about 55, kind of a skinny, and he was a man of few words. He didn't say much unless I asked him something.

"Steven, is my mom home?" I asked, knowing that the answer was probably no.

"No. I'm sorry, Miss Shiloh, but she left you something on your bed." He replied.

I walked up the stairs and down the hallway to my room. My room is a decent size as you walk in you see my balcony doors. Then you turn to your right and there are my closet doors that are full-length mirrors. To the left are my bed and nightstands. The wall by my bed contains my computer desk and dresser that contains a mirror. The color of the walls were kind of splatter-painted with a lot of bright colors. I had a queen-size bed with a polka-dot bedspread.

Back to the story, I looked over to my bed and on it, there was a basket full of presents with a letter attached. I went over to my bed and took the letter off the basket and read:

Sorry to inform you in a letter, Shiloh, but my manager surprised me with a little tour in Japan, and I couldn't say no. Steven and Isabel will look after you. I will be home in a few months and I will call you every night to see how you are doing. Again, I am sorry, so here is a little gift.

- Mom

If you were wondering, Isabel is the cook and housemaid for this week.

Okay, normally someone would be happy to get a gift but she did this everytime and I don't want anymore gifts. I just wanted my mother to be around for more than a few days at a shot. I took the stuffed dolphin (my favorite animal) from the basket and threw it at the closet door mirrors.

I went over to pick it up after feeling bad for throwing it and took a good look at myself in the mirror. Who was I? As I looked at myself, I started to cry. Why was my world so complicated? I went back over to my bed with the stuffed dolphin, set the basket on the floor, sat Indian style on the bed, and dialed my boyfriend's number on my cell phone. It rang a few times before he picked up.

"Hey, baby! What's up?" Dusty answered enthusiastically.

"My mom did it yet again. She left for a few months and left me a present because she felt bad, yet again." I said sniffling. "Can I come over?"

Dusty started stumbling over his words, and eventually said, " I think it would be better if I just came over there. I'll see you soon." He said before hanging up.

As I waited for him to arrive, I started thinking. I've never met his family. I have no idea what they're like. He rarely talks about them. Is there something Dusty's keeping from me?

A half-hour later, I was laying on my bed on my stomach with my head in the pillow. There was a knock at my bedroom door. "Come in." I said looking up at the door.

Dusty came in. He has medium-length brown hair and dark blue-gray eyes. He dressed in his favorite outifit, his black jeans and white button-down shirt with the sleeves folded a little bit at his elbows.

"Hi, baby." He said coming in and sitting on the bed next to me.

I sat up. "Why does she always think that she can buy me things to make everything better?" I asked while wiping the tears off my cheeks.

"She probably thinks it's better for you to have something since she can't be here with you..." Dusty suggested while rubbing my back.

"I was so excited to tell her I got the solo in choir for the concert, but she wasn't here for me to tell." I said crying.

"I know how important getting the role was for you. I'm sorry that you can't share it with your mom." He said grabbing me and holding me close to him. I just cried into his chest.

"Hey, want to go sit outside and eat ice cream and then maybe go swimming?" He asked, looking genuinely concerned for me.

I smiled. "Sure. That sounds fun." I said.

I wiped my eyes, and we got up. We went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed some ice cream bars on the way outside. We went out to the back porch, sat down in chairs, and opened our ice cream bars. I took a bite and so did he.

"Have you told your mom that we're together yet?" Dusty asked.

"No. I will her tell. With my mother, it's complicated. I will tell her, I just.."

"How was your day?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Well a guy at school asked me out on a date for Friday." I said.

"What did you say and who was it?" He asked cautiously.

"It was Wesley Monroe and I said no." I said.

"Why did you say no?"

"Because, for one, you're my boyfriend. And I get asked out everyday by a different guy because of my mom being famous and all. I don't want to date someone because they want to meet my mom and be in the spot light. That's why I went out with you. You had no interest in the spotlight, and I loved that about you." I said.

"How do you know that's why he was asking you out?" Dusty asked.

"Why would anyone want to date me? My life is a mess." I asked.

"Why wouldn't someone want to date you? Shi, you are beautiful and you have an amazing personality." He said hugging me.

We had both finished our ice cream by now. We stood up and started to walk by the pool.

We sat down at the poolside, and out of nowhere, I announced my plan. "I'm going to find my dad."

What do you think? Was it any good? Should I continue it?

- ImAnUnderdog