Hello. My name is Mitchie Torres. Last year, I was enrolled in Camp Rock, a camp for rockers (obviously). There, I met teen pop star sensation Shane Grey, my best friend Caitlin Gellar, the queen of Camp Rock – Tess Tyler – Tess's loyal followers – Peggy and Ella, and the rest of the Connect Three band – Jason and Nate. Once camp was over for the summer, I went back to school and to my old life of being nobody. A few months later, Shane and I started dating. He dumped me a week later for some singer named Shakira, and I was devastated. This year, I am going back to Camp Rock, and I am hoping to get a record deal. Shane said he would set me up with an interview soon, so hopefully it will be as soon as I get to camp - that way I can get away from Shane faster. I'm so mad at him that he dumped me for Shakira. SHAKIRA! Seriously, I am way better at singing than she is, plus I am a better dancer, I have a sexier body, I love Shane way more than she does (she is only dating him for the popularity), and I know for a fact that I am way better at sex. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a whore – well, maybe I am, but it's Shane's fault - he got me started in the first place. I don't have sex with random guys though.
I get to camp about an hour before orientation with my mom – Connie – and I look for Caitlin. I find her hanging out by the stage; I tap her on the shoulder and she turns around. "OMG! Mitchie!" she shrieks. "Aaah, thanks, now I'm deaf," I laugh. She wraps her arms around me in a friendly girl hug, and I return the gesture. "Do you want to stay with me in my cabin, Mitchie?" she asks me. "Yes! OMG of course I do!" I cry. She laughs, and we head to our cabin. I jump on the bed farthest from the door and shout, "I call this bed!" Caitlin gives me a look. "Um, ok, no need to shout like a caveman!" I giggle and put away my clothes; we head back to the stage. I spot Shane and head over to him – I need to ask him about the interview. I'm about five feet from him when I spot Shakira next to him. 'What the hell is she doing here?' Tears prick at my eyes, but I blink them back; I take a deep breath and walk the remaining five feet to Shane. I tap him on the shoulder and both of them turn to me.
Shane's POVI arrive at Camp Rock and head immediately to the stage area to see if I can spot Mitchie – I haven't seen her in so long, and I've missed her; she hasn't talked to me at all since I broke up with her. I must have really hurt her – stupid Shane, why did you hurt the girl you love? I sigh – I already know the answer – because of Shakira and my father. My father said I had to date Shakira because it would get publicity for the band, and I had to do what he said. I can't spot Mitchie, so I stand around and wait for her to show up – Shakira walks up beside me and takes my hand. "Hey, baby," she says, and kisses me. I don't kiss back. I love her, but not the way I love Mitchie; I love Shakira like a sister. About ten minutes later, someone taps on my shoulder, and I turn around. I'm about to yell at the person to leave me alone, but then I realize that it's Mitchie. My eyes widen and a smile crosses my face – she wants to talk to me.
"Hey, Shane," she says. My heart beats faster at the sound of her voice saying my name. She turns to Shakira for a moment. "Shakira," she acknowledges her with a slight nod in her direction. Shakira does the same. Mitchie turns back to me. "Shane," she begins, "did you get that interview set up? I really need to find out if I'm good enough to be in the music business, and I need to know soon." My head spins. Interview? Oh, shit, I completely forgot about it! I look back at her. "Sorry, Mitchie, I totally forgot about that! I've been so busy with the band and everything…." She sighs. "I'm so sorry Mitchie. I'll get it set up right away, I promise." "It's ok. I can wait a while," she says, exasperated. She turns on her heel and stalks off. I sigh. I hate seeing her unhappy.
Mitchie's POVI storm off, away from Shane, and head to the lake. How could he forget about the interview he was supposed to set up for me? Am I really that unimportant to him? I feel my heart breaking again as I consider this thought. Well, at least he looked happy to see me, right? I laugh at myself. Who am I kidding? He was just pretending for God's sake. I sit down on the dock where Shane played "Gotta Find You" for me, and I flashback.
"Wow. That was amazing," I say, looking at him. He smiles. "I heard this girl singing, and it kinda reminded me of the music I liked. So I started playing around with some chords, and – I know it's not finished, but –" "No! No, it's perfect! And I don't lie." Shane smiles and stares at me. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "I don't know. You seem – different." I look at him, confused. "Good – different," he says, clarifying. I giggle. End Flashback
I come back to the present time and feel tears streaming down my face. I wipe away the tears with the sleeve of my jacket and head back to the stage area – it's time for orientation. I stop at my cabin and decide to skip orientation – it's my second year, so I don't need to go. I walk into the cabin and search through my bags until I find my best friend – my pocketknife. I find my bandages and then go into the bathroom, locking the door once I'm inside. I place my items on the counter and remove my jacket. I trace over the many scars covering the insides of my wrists, tears coming to my eyes once again. I pick up my pocketknife and click it open while I turn on the faucet. I make sure the water is cold, and then I split my skin open with the knife. I let the blood from each cut drip slowly into the sink, turning the water a dull red.
Caitlin calls my name and knocks on the door; I drop the knife in the bloody sink. "Are you ok in there?" Caitlin asks, knocking on the door again. "Yes," I call back, "I'll be out in a minute!" I unplug the sink and let the blood/water drain, then wash away the blood on my knife. I run my wrists under the faucet, turn off the water and wrap bandages around my wrists. I click my knife closed and put it in my jeans pocket; I put on my jacket and walk out of the bathroom. "Hey," says my cabin – mate, "you missed orientation." "I didn't feel like going," I reply. She nods and doesn't ask why.
So what do you guys think of my first chapter? What do you think should happen in the next one? Should Mitchie tell Caitlin about the cutting? Please give me feedback!