YAYAYAYAYAYAY!! I just got a huge academic award from the Archdiocese of Detroit!! And I get a medal!! YAYAYAYAYAYAY!! To celebrate, I started my first ever Camp Rock fic. Let me know what you think of it!!

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Prologue

Who am I? I'm the stupid brother, the one every one makes fun of. I'm the airhead who doesn't understand the conversation. I'm the one no one acknowledges, even though I work the hardest at everything. Who am I? I'm Jason Gray. This is my story.

JASON'S POV

"Jason!" someone called up the stairs. "What?" I yelled, not really paying attention. "Get down here you dumbo!" the same someone called out again. I sighed, putting down Homer's Odyssey, the book that I was reading. I don't know why, but Greek mythology really interested me. I ran down the stairs and skidded to a halt in the highly polished hallway. "Jeeze Jason. Try to act you age for once," Shane, the person behind the voice, said. I just rolled my eyes. "Wha' daya want Greg?" I asked, calling Shane by his little known of nick name from kindergarten. It's a funny story, remind me to tell you sometime. "Ugh, DON'T call me that!" he yelled. He doesn't exactly like his nick name. "Anyways," he continued, "Band practice in ten. Be there or be square." "Because I defiantly have somewhere else to be," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of humor!" he yelled over his shoulder. I just rolled my eyes, going back up to my room.

I was reading again when I heard a soft knock at my door. Only one person who came into my room bothered to knock. "Come in Nick," I said softly, calling my favorite brother by his middle name. Nate padded in slowly, being quiet. He knew that when I was into a book I didn't like to be disturbed. "Hey Paul," he whispered, not wanting to disturb me (also calling me by my middle name. I happen to be his favorite brother too). I closed the book, putting my iPod in it to mark the page I was on. "So, you've moved onto the actual journey of Odysseus?" he asked. "Yeah." "And you're reading it in Greek?" "Uh hu. The English translations I read didn't agree on many of the finer, yet vital, points of the story, due to the impreciseness of the translation of Greek, so I just decided to read his own words and translate them myself." He whistled. I mock bowed and smiled. He smiled back and then said, "Come on. Its time for practice and Shane's gonna kill us if we don't get down there soon." I nodded and together we walked to our practice room.

I stopped Nate just before we got to the practice room. I motioned being quiet, and then pantomimed a complex plan to prank Shane. Nate just laughed silently, then nodded. I ran quietly upstairs and grabbed a bottle of water, some peanut butter and some honey. I handed Nate the peanut butter and a spoon. I took the honey and smeared it all over the doorknob after cracking the door open slightly. Nate began to put the crunchy peanut butter in his mouth as I opened the door and walked in. "Dude, you're this close," he put his fingers really close together, "to being late." "Sorry man, but Nate's not feeling well. He's outside and he wants to talk to you," I informed him, keeping a straight face. "Fine!" Shane yelled, going outside. I followed him quietly, closing the door behind me.

Nate opened his mouth as if to speak, but the crunchy peanut butter came falling out of his mouth. It really did look like he was puking. I was applauding him in my head for such a great performance. He was even really pale, like a sick person. "Eww, Nate, no practice for you today," Shane said, gagging slightly. Nate just nodded and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Shane grabbed the handle of the door and then pulled his hand back quickly. "JASON!" he yelled, angry about the honey covering his hand. Nate and I laughed, then I said, "Want me to wash that off for you Shane?" "Please," he begged. I unscrewed the top to the bottle of water and 'tripped', dumping the water all over Shane's head. He blinked a few times, shook his head and then walked upstairs. I high-fived Nate and we laughed for a little bit. Then I cleaned up the mess we had made.

Nate really didn't look so good. "Are you alright Nick?" He nodded, then threw up, for real, all over the floor. "Um, that's a no," I whispered. "MOM! NATE'S SICK!" I yelled, rubbing my younger brother's back. Shane yelled, "Mom's not home right now!" Nate started to sway, then passed out, falling to the floor. "SHANE, CALL 911! NATE JUST PASSED OUT!" I yelled, trying to keep a rational thought in my head. "Yeah right. This is just another prank," Shane said. I carefully picked Nate up and carried him out to my car. Shane saw and stared in disbelief. "Get in and call mom on the way to the hospital," I said as calmly as possible. Shane just nodded and got into the car.

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