Mitchie continued walking along the sidewalk, cursing herself for staying up so late last night. Today was her first day back at school, and she was late. Hopefully she would be able to sneak into the assembly that was being held in about - RIGHT NOW! Mitchie was later then she had originally thought school had started five minutes earlier.

She walked faster, retrieving her iPod from her bag. Turning it on, she didn't know what she wanted to listen to, about to turn it off, Mitchie's hand stopped,

Woah
Yea, yea, yea, yea

Perfect! She locked the iPod and put it back in her bag as she listened to the song.

How to choose
Who to be
Well lets see
There's so many choices now
Play guitar
Be a movie star
In my head a voice says

As she listened to the song her new best friend Caitlyn made her record, she felt that this song was so true. Over the past summer she had opened up, and become some one new and she couldn't go back to being the Invisible Mitchie Torres. No! Now she was, Mitchie Torres, singer, songwriter, and (hopefully!) Shane Grey's girlfriend. She wasn't quite sure where they stood, after the Final Jam; they didn't have any time to have the canoe ride and her and her mum left early the next day so she didn't even have a number that she could call him on.

Why not
Try everything
Why stop
Reach for any dream
I can rock
Cause it's my life
And now's the time

Mitchie knew she couldn't go back to being the shy girl she was before she went away to Camp Rock that would just be an insult to everyone that had helped her become who she was now. Besides, why would she want to be that girl again? Before, she had one friend, was too scared to sing in front of people, and lied to impress absolute idiots who didn't deserve her friendship in the first place. Now all she has to do was show everyone who she truly is.

Who will I be
It's up to me
All the never ending possibilities
That I can see
There's nothing that I can't do
Who will I be
Yes I believe
I get to make the future what I want to be
If I can make up any one and know the choice is up to me
Who will I be
Yea Yea

But how was Mitchie supposed to do that? She didn't know. Dejectedly, she pressed stop on her iPod, and opened the doors to her school. She quickly ran to her locker, placing her bag inside before running to the auditorium, hoping that she hadn't missed out on too much.

Outside the hall, Mitchie tried to calm her heart and breath down, listening as the headmaster talked, "… this talent show of sorts will allow everyday students compete first at a School Competition, followed by a State one, and finally, if you make it, a National Competition…" she decided now was the time to enter the hall, so she quietly pushed open the door. As she tried to sneak into the hall unnoticed, she bumped into a teacher standing at the back. "Sorry, I'm late. I'll go sit down now." She mumbled, searching for an empty seat.

"… and to help us on our way to victory we have hired a new music teacher," Mitchie looked up; they had a new music teacher? This meant that Mr Shaulders wouldn't be teaching any more. "Please help me in welcoming, Mr Brown Cessario!" Mitchie mouth fell, BROWN was HERE!

The teacher behind Mitchie stirred, "We're on Poppet! Come one!", Brown whispered to her as he moved past, grabbing her hand, and dragging her up to the stage in the process. Eventually Mitchie's head wrapped around the fact that Brown was now her music teacher, and that he was dragging her up to the front of her auditorium, where the couple of thousand odd students, her peers, were sitting and watching, so she did the only thing she could think of. She dug her heels into the floor, and stopped walking.

"BROWN! What are you doing here? And why are you dragging me onto the stage?" yelled the teenage brunette, glaring at the man that she had come to consider as her cool older brother slash uncle sort of figure. Turning around Brown was going to just ignore her and continue pulling her, when he saw Mitchie's glare.

"MITCHIE!" he yelled back at her, in the exact same tone that she had used yelling at him in, "Didn't you hear, I'm the new music teacher. I'm your new music teacher, I think, am I?" he asked, and upon seeing Mitchie nod her head he continued, "And you are coming up onto stage with me because your going to sing!" Brown looked out at the students once before continuing on his task of pulling Mitchie onto the stage.

"WHAT? I'm n-n-n-not s-s-s-singing, Brown. I can't sing, Brown! Not here!" stuttered Mitchie, glancing around at the shocked faces upon the faces of her peers and teachers, "Please, I'm begging you, don't make me sing."

Looking down at his once-camper he said, "Come on Poppet, what happened to you? The Mitchie Torres that left my campsite would have loved to have sung right now? She wouldn't be scared, she would be proud to say who she is now. She would say, this is me, and not care about anyone else." Turning around, Brown continued on his walk, climbing up the stairs and onto the stage taking his place at the podium, ready to address the students.

Mitchie pondered his words, "I'll do it!" nodding her head she ran onto the stage, "But I need music, and the song is a duet, I can't do it alone." She told Brown, who just smiled, handed her a mic, and directed her to the front of the stage, telling her just to do her bit of the song and leave the music up to him, before walking back stage.

The whole school was in shock. Most of the students, and half the teachers, were thinking 'Who is this girl?', though one girl was thinking, 'OMG! Mitchie is going to sing!' The subject of everyone's thought was currently looking out into the audience, staring at the faces that looked on in shock, before finding the face of her best, and only, friend here. Sierra. She quickly waved, to receive a wave and a thumbs up back.

The music to a song, her song, This is Me began to play, and she was ready. Ready to show her school who she was, ready to say, this is ME!