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Camp Rock just ended, so afterwards Shane and Mitchie ended up going out.(Of course) But, somehow or another, Shane ended up falling for Amy Jay again, leaving Mitchie alone and broken hearted. But she soon found comfort when she went back to her ex-boyfriend, Kane. The two pairs think they're perfectly content and happy, but everyone around them, except for their significant other, knows better to agree.

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Mitchie lay next to Kane, breathing heavily. They had done it, again, while her mother was gone on a business trip for new techniques on cooking. Every time she went away, you could say that her and Kane... played. Every time, no matter what. And the two haven't even been caught. Yet...

"MITCHIE!" Her mother shouted, staring at her naked daughter with wide eyes.

"Mom?!" Mitchie sat up, holding the sheets against her body. She turned and saw the Kane was underneath the bed, trying to hide.

"Kane, I know you're in here." her mother roared, kicking the side of the bed. Kane jumped ad smacked his head.

"OW!" He yelled, crawling out with his boxers on. He quickly grabbed his clothes and ran out of the room, trying to get away from the situation.

"Ugh! We are so over!" Mitchie shouted, grabbing her robe on her night stand.

"What the hell were you two doing?!" Her mother shouted at her. Mitchie cringed slightly and chewed on her lower lip, not sure what to say.

"I don't know what to say anymore, Mitchie. Ever since you and Shane broke up, you've been a completely different person. You don't listen to me, you don't come home on time at your 11:00 P.M. curfew, and you don't even dress the same!" Her mother exclaimed, holding up a ripped mini mini skirt.

"So, I've decided I'm sending you to a reformatory for misbehaving, teenage boys and girls." Her mother said, crossing her arms. "A convent for nuns and priests."

Mitchie felt her heart stop and her mouth grow dry as she heard those words. her mother was sending her to a convent? Maybe changing her personality drastically didn't help her getting over Shane. She missed him so much, and Zane wasn't even as sweet or caring as him. All he wanted her for was fun in the bedroom.

"You leave tomorrow morning at 6, so I suggest you start packing." Her mother said with an expressionless voice, turning on her heels and walking out of the room. Mitchie just sat there with a stunned look on her face, not knowing what to do.

"I need to bring some proper clothes.." She muttered, standing up and going into her closet.

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Shane groaned softly as he sat on the side of his bed, holding his head in his hands, sobbing softly. Amy Jay had cheated on him and left him, again. He needed Mitchie more than ever now, but he knew he could never speak to her again. It would kill him inside to hear her beautiful voice and know that he left her for Amy Jay. He knew that she would cheat on him again, but somehow she caught her in her web of lies and deceit. He quickly rubbed his eyes and sat up straight, hearing his uncle walk in.

"Listen, kid. You've been moping around over that tramp for two hours straight. You seriously need to pick your next girlfriend better. Learn to have some respect for yourself. And don't moan so loud when you're up here with her." he said, making Shane turn red.

"Then what do you suppose I do to learn all of this?" he asked in an annoyed voice.

"You're going to a convent for teenagers who are misbehaving or need a reality check." His uncle Brown replied, acting completely calm.

"WHAT!?" Shane shouted, hopping off of his silk sheet covered bed.

"You heard me. You have to be out of the house and in the cab by 6. Start packing." Uncle Brown replied coolly, leaving the room.

"Oh my God, I don't wanna be a priest. I swear to god damned much." Shane yelled, walking into his large closet, trying to keep the nasty thoughts of his bedroom time out of his head.

"Think holy, think holy, think holy.." He said to himself, cringing as he avoided the subject in his mind.

"Yes! Kittens, think of soft fluffy kittens, Shane.." he smiled, putting things in his designer suitcase.

"Everything will be fine." Mitchie and Shane said to themselves, thousands of miles apart from each other. But they would soon only be one building away.