I don't own Camp Rock in any way :/
Every time I think I'm closer to the heart
of what it means to know just who I am
I think I've finally found a better
SLAM.
A hand flew out of the quilt cover and slammed down on the alarm clock which was waking the 17 year old girl from her deep slumber.
Knock Knock
"You up yet?" asked the teen's Mum from the other side of her bedroom door.
"Ye..ah" slurred the sleepy teenagers
The quilt cover flew from half way down the bed to uncover the pretty brunette who was sporting a bed head. She clambered out of bed and shuffled to her wardrobe to choose the clothes she would wear for her first day back at school. The first day of her last year.
"Hmmmm. What to wear?" She wondered, tapping her chin whilst pulling clothes out of the wardrobe and throwing them behind her, adding to the ever growing discard pile of the floor of her bedroom.
She finally settled on a pair of bright red skinny jeans with a Camp rock t-shirt with a leather jacket that was much too large on her.
She smirked at the leather jacket when she looked at herself in her floor length mirror.
She grabbed her bag and flung open her bedroom door and danced her way down the stairs.
She went into the kitchen to find a plate of toast, on the kitchen table, waiting for her. She sat down and quickly ate the toast before jumping up, kissing her mums cheek and running swiftly out the door. She walked 4 doors down to her best friend, Sierra's, house and knocked on the door.
The door flew open to reveal a 17 year old girl with extremely curly hair.
"MITCHIE!" she squealed as she flung herself forward to hug her best friend. "Where have you been all summer? Where did you get that t-shirt? Did you go to Camp Rock? I thought you couldn't afford it? Whose"
"Sierra! One question at a time! Right. Camp. Camp. Yes. My mum got a job there and i got in at a discounted rate." Mitchie replied to the slur of questions Sierra threw at her as they started their short walk to school.
"Okay. But is that your leather jacket? It's huge on you."
"No it's not my jacket but my boyfriend gave me it to remember him by because I won't see him much."
"Wait wait. Boyfriend?" Sierra asked Mitchie in a surprised tone.
"Yes boyfriend." Mitchie replied calmly.
Just as Sierra was about to question Mitchie, Mitchie's phone interrupted them.
"Hello" Mitchie said through the phone.
"Hey Mitch." The voice on the other end of the phone said.
"Oh hey Shane" Mitchie said, she was now very red in the face.
"OMG it's your boyfriend. Isn't it Mitchie?" Sierra whisper yelled.
Mitchie just nodded to Sierra while she told Shane that she couldn't speak at the moment as she was nearly at school.
After they had hung up a stream of questions flew out of Sierra mouth, which were all variations of "who is your boyfriend?"
Mitchie just held up her hand and said "I will tell you later, he doesnt want people to know yet. He wants me to live a normal life."
Sierra looked confused but nodded anyway.
Please let me know whether i should continue or not.