We obviously don't own Camp rock or any of the characters or settings… However. We do own the characters you don't recognize from the movie.
Oh! And some of(if not all) this will be written in Mitchie's point of view. (:
Bye Si!" I said as I stepped out of her car and onto the sidewalk in front of my house. "I'll see you in a couple weeks!" She called as I closed the door. I was going away for a family trip for the next week then Sierra was going away for two weeks with her family on a trip to Italy. Even thought she really wanted to go to China. "Mom I'm home!" I yelled as I got into the door.
"Hi sweetie." Mom called from the kitchen. I swear the woman would live out of her kitchen if she had a bed and bathroom in there. "What are you making?" I asked curiously. "I've got one more job before we leave for our trip and your brother requested I make some snacks for the ride." Mom said rolling her eyes but smiling. "Oh okay. I'm going to finish packing before Daddy and Jay get home." I said as I ran up stairs to my room. We lived in a large house my grandma had owned since my dad was a teenager. My parents moved into the house after my grandma died. I never knew her she died like two weeks before I was born.
I smiled as I pulled out a purple top and folded it to fit into the suitcase I had dragged up the stairs. For the first time in a while I was finally able to go hang out at an amusement park without a parent following me everywhere. Yes believe it or not I was never exactly allowed to roam amusement parks freely until recently when my cousin pointed out that I'm a big girl and can take care of myself. Oh gosh I wanted so badly to shoot her that day. See she is a couple years older than me and had been privileged enough to be allowed roam parks and do other things at a young age.
I grabbed a skirt. One I didn't think I'd ever wear. I'm not really a skirt or even dress wearing kind of person. I mean yes every one and while I'll wear a skirt but those are like pencil skirts. But this was a hammy down mini skirt think my said cousin gave to me when she didn't want it anymore. I would be dead if I just wore it as a skirt. So I also grabbed some leggings I knew I had stuffed in the bottom of my dresser draw.
Which reminds me where is Jay? He's always home like ten minutes after me. Its been at least twenty. Did dad pick him up instead of him riding the bus?
See Jay is my little brother. He's thirteen and has this weird protectiveness to him when it comes to me. He's actually attempted to beat the crap out of one guy who called me a loser once. It was a rather sad sight. I sighed as the silence got to loud. I shuffled over to my laptop and started to play some of Connect three music. I couldn't help it. They have catchy music. As I continued to pack I kept my ear out for my brother. He was bound to show up sometime… And most likely annoy me till I kick him out of my room.
First chapter is short and crappy. We know. But its all we got right now.