I would just like to say that I do not own Camp Rock or any of the characters in anyway. I only own the plot to my story and Lilli, her step-dad, and her step-sister

"Lillian Anne Cooper! Get down here this instant!" I groaned and sat up quickly, not wanting to get in trouble. I quickly changed into a plain black t-shirt and some blue jeans. I race down the steps, just as I was sure my black hair was brushed properly, and was met with angry eyes. "What took you so long?" My step-dad asked, turning around and stalking back to the table.

"Sorry, I was trying to find something to wear. I ended up just picking this." I lied, not wanting to get in trouble for sleeping in. He looked at what I was wearing and nodded his approval. "You're going to that camp today. If it wasnt for the fact that you're paying for your own admission, you know I would never let you go. So, as a pre-caution, Jane is going with you. She is to watch you and make sure you dont get into any kind of trouble." I nodded and got to cooking breakfast as my step-dad sat down at the table, drinking his coffee.

I had just given my step-dad his breakfast when Jane walked into the room, sitting infront of him with a pout on her face. "Do I really have to go with her to that camp daddy? I have better things to do with my life!" She crossed her arms and my step-dad looked up. "I dont want her into any kind of trouble Janey. Plus that band that you like, Connect 3, is going to be there. You can always become friends with them!" I saw a smirk on Janes face and rolled my eyes. 'She didnt want to just 'be friends' with them' I thought. "Awww alright daddy, I guess I can make the sacrifice."

I rolled my eyes again and finished cleaning up the kitchen, thinking about how different me and Jane were. She had the shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, big brown eyes, and tan skin combination that had all the boys begging to date her. She was as skinny as a model, and as smart as the stereotypical model. She also dressed like every other girl at our school with her either really short shorts or short skirts and tops that end at their belly button. Today shes in a pink tanktop and a blue jean skirt which was, you guessed it, short.

I have waist-length black hair, which to, my own credit, had blue streaks running through it, bright blue eyes, and somewhat tan skin but was counted as pale here in sunny California. I wouldnt count myself as skinny and I was of average intelligence. I definently didnt dress like Jane, for more than one reason. I hate skirts and shirts that didnt cover much. I almost always wear jeans and t-shirts, sometimes tanktops, and rarely shorts.

I finished up and headed up to my room to pack. "Why does Jane have to go? She doesnt have any musical talents. She can sing alright I guess but nothing spectacular." I mumbled, putting the rest of my stuff in my bag. I brought the bag down and placed it in my sisters red corvette which already had her 3 bags in the back. I heard my father yelling to me and I walked inside. When I walked out an hour later, Jane was already in the car. "So loser, you all set to go?" She asked, sunglasses covering her eyes. I nodded and got in the car, flinching at the movement and we drove off to Camp Rock.

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