"Mitchie? Dinner's ready." Connie called coldly through the near-empty house, and was answered by a loud moan. Connie stood with her hands on her hips, frowning as her daughter dragged herself into the kitchen.

"Mm?" Mitchie yawned, sitting down at the table and looking at the burger in front of her. Sighing, she picked at the salad beside it, talking to herself under her breath.

Five minutes into the silent meal, Connie sighed and placed her half-eaten burger down, "Aren't you going to eat your burger?"

She was answered with a nod, and Mitchie looked down at her meal with a sour expression on her face.

"Mitchie, if this has anything to do with the fact that..." Connie trailed off; watching as her daughter raised her head angrily, slamming her fork onto her plate.

"I'm a vegetarian now mom, get over it!" Mitchie spat, pushing her chair out from under her and picking up her plate, glaring at her mom who sat, speechless, with her hands laced together tightly.

"Mitchie, there's no excuse for this type of behaviour. You're my daughter, and you'll eat what I give you."

"Then I'll just starve!" Mitchie angrily tipped her untouched burger into the bin, and placed her plate into the sink, "Because all you seem to want to do lately is ruin my life. You cancelled my guitar lessons, you took away my cellphone, and now you want to starve me! You're the best mom ever; did I not tell you that before?"

Now it was Connie's turn to slam her fork onto her plate, laughing cruelly at Mitchie's snide remark, "Mitchie, you know I love you, and I never want to hurt you. But those lessons cost me extra, and you already know how to play guitar! You chat too much on your cellphone, and I am not going to deal with this whole 'not eating meat' thing right now." Connie sighed and stared down at her burger, not daring to look at her furious daughter. Mitchie stood at the sink, fighting to keep the tears away from her face. "Just go to your room, and I'll think about punishment."

Mitchie screamed and ran towards the door, not bothering to hide the tears anymore, "What, do you just want to kill me? Hold a gun to my head, why don't you!" Mitchie collapsed onto her bed in tears, looking at the picture that sat on her bedside table.

It was of her, Shane Gray from Connect Three and Connie Torres, her mother. They were all happy as pie; but sadly, they weren't for much longer.

Watching Mitchie wave to Caitlyn and dawdle her way towards the car, Connie felt even more disappointed in her daughter.

"Hey mom."

"What took you so long? Now we're gonna catch traffic."

Mitchie nodded her head gently, clicking her seatbelt in place and watching the camp leave her window as they turned onto a main road. After a few minutes Mitchie turned up the radio, signalling she didn't really feel like talking. She was quite tired from not being able to sleep the night before, and all she wanted to think about was Shane.

After a few moments though, she watched out the window as they entered a new town and sway down small narrow roads. Connie turned off the radio and sighed loudly, indicating she wanted to talk.

"What's up, mom?" Mitchie half-yawned, turning in her seat to watch her mom as she spoke to her.

"I just want to know why you lied."

"Mom, it was nothing. Can you just drop it, please?"

"Mitchie, why did you lie to all your friends about who your mother was?" Connie asked again. They were alone as Connie's husband was absent; he was sticking around at Camp Rock to talk money, "Why did you pretend I wasn't who I was?"

Mitchie sighed and looked at her mother, knowing she should be thanking her to the end of the world and back for letting her go to Camp Rock.

"I don't know. I wanted to fit in, and everyone else seemed to have parents with cool jobs." Mitchie closed her eyes as she heard her mother's sigh and she felt a hand clasp onto her knee.

"No. No, no. You just wanted to be cool, didn't you? To win over that pop star jerk." Connie cleared her throat, obviously not in the slightest bit won over by the charms of Shane Gray, as Mitchie had been.

"Mom, that wasn't why. You know why. I told you why." Mitchie groaned inwardly as she felt her mother slow to a stop, pulling into a parking space at Taco Bell. Connie fumbled for her purse, but stopped as she felt a tear drip onto her cheek.

"Are you ashamed of me?" Connie whispered, glancing up at a horrified Mitchie. She shook her head, placing a gentle hand on her mother's shaking shoulder.

"Of course not. I just didn't feel right saying, 'oh yes, my mother's the chef here'. It would be weird."

"So you are ashamed of me." Connie huffed, opening the car door and walking away from Mitchie, who watched her mother go.

Springing out of her seat, she fumbled with the door handle before wrenching open the door and running up to her mother, who had halted by the entrance, gripping the handle so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"Mitchie, get back in the car." Connie whispered, squeezing her eyes shut and breathing deeply.

"No, mom. You're gonna hear me out." Mitchie watched as her mother glanced up at her slowly, more tears glistening in her eyes. Mitchie left her gaze drop to the floor as Connie released her grip from the handle and fiddling with her purse in her hand.

"Just leave it Mitchie. I'll get your usual."

"Mom! I wasn't ashamed of you, it was your job and..." Mitchie was cut off by her mother's stern glance, although her bottom lip wobbled child-like and tears were threatening to spill over. Connie opened the door to taco Bell swiftly and stepped in, leaving her daughter behind the thick glass. "I want extra cheese!" Mitchie found herself yelling, before breaking down into sobs that racked her whole body.

She waited for a moment before turning away from the window and towards the street. Breaking into a run, she left the scene swiftly, tears staining her cheeks.

"I hate you. I hate you." Mitchie sobbed to herself as her breathing deepened and she neared the bus station, pulling ten dollars from her pocket. "But I'm not ashamed of you."

This is a sorta one-shot, but with loads of parts. It's basically about Mitchie and her mother, Connie. Steve Torres is mentioned and Caitlyn, like, once at the beginning of this chapter. But that's it.

Please review this and tell me if you like it. Awh, what the heck, I'm gonna update a.s.a.p since I have the first six chapters written out already so. But still reviews are nice.

I wrote this out of pure boredom. I found a heart-shaped rock on the beach and am currently obsessed with Camp Rock so this came to mind.

Please don't bash.

Chloe.