Okay, I'm starting fresh. This is an all-new story. It's also my first AU fic. Wish me luck on this one!

Summary: Ordinary Mitchie Torres is forced to help out kids at the Wish Upon a Star clinic. No one knows that she was forced to be there; it's her secret. After a while, she makes friends and starts to like it there. Will her secret come out, especially when she thinks she's found love? SMITCHIE!

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock.

Hi, I'm Mitchie Torres. Right now, I'm in Algebra II, the last class of my day. I'm so bored right now. Sierra is on vacation at this Mandarin Convention somewhere… Mandarin Island? I'm not so great in Geography either. I'm looking out the window just waiting for the bell to ring so I can get out of here already. "MISS TORRES!"

I immediately snapped out of my gaze and looked to the front of the classroom where I saw an infuriated teacher. "Yes?" I asked nervously.

"Were you paying attention?" he asked in a harsh tone.

"Y-yeah. Of course I was." I stuttered.

"No, you weren't. DETENTION!" the bell rang and everyone made his or her way to the door. Unfortunately, I didn't make it out. "Miss Torres, here's your detention pass. NOW GET OUT!"

Of course, I just scrammed out of there and ran to my locker. I grabbed everything I needed and walked to the familiar detention room. "Hey, Sal." Sal was the monitor for detention. He knew me because Bitterman practically sends me to live here everyday.

"Hey, Mitchie. Granola bar?" he greeted and offered. I smiled and took out a sandwich.

"Thanks. Here, it's ham and cheese." He took the sandwich and thanked me.

In the hour and a half that I was in there, I had finished all my homework, so I was just waiting for Sal to say time was up. Honestly, I didn't want to stay, and I didn't want to leave either. Today was the 3rd time this month I've gotten a detention. I secretly think that Mr. Bitterman is really a woman and has PMS everyday of his/her life. My mom is SO going to lecture me when I get home. "You're free to go, Mitchie. Hopefully I won't see you too often."

I walked home thinking about what my punishment would be this time. I mean, there's nothing else to take away—my mom already took away my computer, my TV, my iPod, my texts, everything. The one thing she hasn't taken away is my songbook that she knows nothing about… thankfully. I got to my house and was about to open the door until- "MICHELLE DEMETRIA DEVONNE MARIA TORRES!" I winced. "YOUR PRINCIPAL CALLED AND I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WERE IN DETENTION FOR THE THIRD TIME THIS MONTH! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

"Mom, it wasn't my fault! Bitterman hates me! In fact, he more than hates me! He despisingly hates me!" I cried.

"Mitchie, it's never the teacher's fault. Now, sit down." I obeyed. "I spoke with your principal and we thought of a punishment," she said sternly.

"What is it?" I was almost afraid to ask.

"Volunteer work. You're doing volunteer work at the Wish Upon a Star Foundation. Get ready because you're going in an hour." With that, she left me in my misery.

I slouched in my chair. 'I can't believe this. My life just went even more down the drain. I don't want to be there. What will I do?'

I know it's a little short, but things will come together in a while. Review please! By the way, this is a Smitchie story! Everyone from Camp Rock, well, they'll come around later. Please review!