Sex, Drugs and Sausage Rolls

Prologue

Why do I always seem to crack up at the word banana? There I go again. It's like I have the mind of a teenage boy. It is seriously ridiculous. But oh well, if you can't laugh at sex humour, what can you laugh at? Nothing I tell you, nothing. Which is probably why I'm not friends with the populars. They don't laugh. I mean what the fuck is that about? How can they not laugh? And then they have the cheek to send me evils when I'm in fits. Though maybe they're glaring at me because they are unable to laugh, and are jealous of me. Ha, that'll be right. Those whores jealous of me? Yeah, and the moon's made of cheese. My name's Mitchie Torres by the way, if you didn't know that. Which you probably don't as I am a major nobody, who's good at back talk. I could probably beat that jerk, Shane Gray at his own game. Which brings me to the next part of my back-story: music. I am an extreme music lover. I write my own songs. I and sing and play piano and guitar. I'm not bragging, I'm just stating a fact. 'If you can't realise you're good at something, who else is?' is my motto. I've wanted to go an amazing camp just for music, called Camp Rock. My parents can't afford it though. Just my luck. I really want to go though. It's launched so many careers. Connect 3 were campers, and now they're one of the biggest selling acts in America. The front man, Shane gray, is a complete toss pot, but the other two seem alright. God, I sound like I know them, I don't; I just pay particular attention to the music scene. My favourite bands include Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, Panic at the Disco, Paramore, Funeral for a Friend, Kids in Glass Houses, Simple Plan, You Me At Six, Boys Like Girls, All Time Low, The Academy Is..., and Cute is What we Aim For. Actually I think that's all of my favourite bands. I'm partial to a bit of Fem-Metal. Yeah, I know, slightly odd, but I love it. I hate urban music apart from Pussycat Dolls and Beyoncé, as I feel it's taken over the music scene, and won't let any of the good acts get the limelight. I also hate dance music. It's so repetitive and annoying. I especially hate chipmunk music. I find it so aggravating when someone insults my music taste. It isn't as if I'm telling them to listen to it. It's my taste not theirs. And I don't go around telling them how suckish their taste is. That's my ranting done with, unless I start talking about people calling me 'emo' or 'wemo'. I'm not, it's just my tastes. Did I forget to mention I have a soft spot for Connect 3?

It was my last day of school before the summer, thank God. I hated school. Everyone was so obsessed with their image and what people think of them. I just felt like screaming 'that doesn't matter in real life' whenever I'm around them. They'll all probably end up filling my car at gas stations. As the bell went at the end of last period, I felt a surge of happiness. I was free of the damn place for months. I ran to my locker and took out the bag of stuff I'd cleared from it. I began the short walk back to my house.

"Hey, Mitchie!" I heard a girl yell. I was pretty sure it was Sierra. Sierra was my best and only friend. She caught up with me. "Hey Mitchie, why didn't you wait for me?" Crap, I forgot to wait for her.

"Sorry Si, I forgot. I just wanted to get home." I smiled at her.

"It's alright. So are you going to camp rock this summer?" She asked.

"No, the parentals can't afford it." I said dejectedly.

"Oh well, I'll see you later." She turned to go in the direction of her house.

"Bye Si!" I called after her.

Sierra was the only person who wasn't scared of me. I was apparently quite intimidating. She was also the only person who could understand my randomness. She was the only other person that laughed with me at sex humour, apart from the sick guys. That's why I love her so much (not in that way. I'm not a lesbian. I'm as straight as a knife.)

I walked into my house and went to the kitchen. What can I say? I was peckish. I use British words like that all the time. I speak French from time to time as well, even though I do Spanish. Well, I don't so Spanish in that sense, I meant the language. I just keep digging myself into a hole. I found some freshly made cookies on the counter. I picked one up and bit into it. Wow, mom had really outdone herself.

"Mom!" I called.

"Outside honey." I heard her Latina tones. I walked outside and found her and dad by the Barbie. And no, I'm not taking the piss out of Australians, I love Australians. I just find calling it a barbecue like everyone else so boring.

"Hey, what's up?" My dad was never home this early. Something was definitely happening.

"Well, we have something to tell you." My mom said. Oh God, she wasn't pregnant was she?

"Your mother got offered a job this summer, which would involve being far away from here. And with me being busy at the store, we think it would be best if you went with her." Oh no! Why did I have to go? I knew I would end up helping her to cater to some rich assholes.

"Great," I said sarcastically.

"You don't even know where it is yet." My dad was being way to enthusiastic.

"Where is it them?" Get the torture over and done with people.

"I got a job at... Camp Rock!" Was she shitting me? What the fuck?

"Seriously?" I asked. I was waiting for the 'only joking' statement.

"Yes." Fucking hell I was going to Camp Rock. I was going to Camp fucking Rock. I squealed in delight.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I hugged them both. This was going to be an amazing summer.

AN: I'm baaaack! Haha. Well I am for this one chapter thing. But I'm going to London on Wednesday, and I'm not going to post anymore till I have 3 chapters written so I can keep up the constant updates. And I'm actually home sick right now. Well not anymore as schools over but I did go home sick. And I have snow but it's not enough for a snow day. Grrrrrr. Sorry if you think there's too much swearing but if I explain it properly to you you'll understand. This is basically my version of Camp Rock. I've turned Mitchie into a confident person. Basically I put my personality into her. Haha. But this isn't my weird way of living out my dream or anything, I just thought it would be fun. Wow long note. R&R