Hey guys! i'm back with a new story! woo-hoo!

DISCLAIMER!!!i do NOT own Camp Rock. Camp Rock is NOT owned by me. i will NEVER ever own Camp Rock (i'm tired of seeing that people dont own so and so. i think we got it the first time, you dont own whatever) or anything else that you recognize.

i DO own MY characters.

With that said... please read on! :]

Have you ever wished that you had the power to go back in time and change all the bad things that has happened? Trust me… I've been there, loads of times. Like when all my friends turned against me before we entered middle school; or the time when my mom got sick. Even now, when I am forced to be moving from my comfortable surroundings in New Jersey to California. Whoa! We're getting a little bit ahead of ourselves.

I'm Mitchie Torres. No, it's not a nickname (I get asked that a lot). My name is actually Mitchie. I resided from the east coast in New Jersey with my mom. I'm 15 years old, a sophomore at Bridgeway High School. I was raised by my mom with the help of her sister, my aunt, Clarissa. While growing up, my mother never really gave me info about my father other than: 'it was a one night stand'. Somehow, I feel like she's lying, and so was Clarissa.

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When I turned 7, my aunt thought it'd be nice for me to meet my father. Ugh… I can't even describe how nervous and how excited I was. I mean I've been wondering what he'd looked liked, if I looked like him, you know? So, on my 7th birthday, my aunt told my mother that she was going to take me out to see a movie and we'll be back in time for the birthday dinner. My mom believed that and let me go.

'Aunt Clarissa! I can't believe that we jus lied to my mom,' I said buckling my seatbelt.

Aunt Clarissa hopped into the car and buckled her seatbelt before replying. 'Well, kiddo, we're jus gonna keep this secret between us, promise?' she said as she started up the car.

'Promise,' I said and we did our promise handshake.

I watched out the window as we drove towards the movie theatres and parked there. I sat in the car as Clarissa got out. 'You coming kiddo?' she asked suddenly standing in front of my window.

'Ye-yea… I think so,' I said and climbed out of the car. 'Just a little nervous, that's all,' I said. Aunt Clarissa wrapped an arm around me as we got in line.

'There's nothing to be worried about,' Clarissa said to me. 'Two tickets to see that action movie with Steve Torres please.' Once she got the tickets, we went inside.

20 minutes into the movie… 'Ok… I can't take this anymore. Where is he?' I whispered.

'You see that guy right there?' Clarissa said pointing to the guy holding Cameron Diaz's hand. I nodded. 'That's him.'

I watched the screen as 'my dad' kissed Cameron Diaz. My eyes became all watery and I got out of my seat and headed for the exit. I heard Clarissa calling my name, but I just ignored her. Once I got outside, I collapsed on the sidewalk crying.

'Oh Mitchie… baby,' I heard Clarissa say and pulled me into a hug. 'I'm so sorry. I should've never brought you here. Gosh I'm so stupid. It's just… you wanted to know… and I couldn't stand your mother's stubbornness to tell you-' she rambled.

'No,' I managed to choke out. 'It's fine…' (Sniffle) 'I just…' (Sniffle) 'Never would've' (sniffle) 'you know?'

My aunt wiped away my tears smiling softly at me. 'Shh… I know, honey, I know,' she said rocking me back and forth in a soothing way as I calmed down. 'How about we spoil our dinner and go get some ice cream?' she asked helping me up off the floor.

So now, every year on my birthday, my aunt would take me out and we would go and see a movie with my dad in it. Eventually, my mom caught on… it was my 12th birthday….

'Oh my gosh Clarissa, that was fantastic!' I said as my aunt and I walked in my house.

'It was, wasn't it?' Clarissa said and we threw our heads back and laughed.

'What was?' my mom asked suddenly appearing. 'Dinner's almost ready… you guys had fun?'

'Yeah mom, it was awesome!' I said as we followed my mom into the kitchen.

'What movie did you see?' she asked. I glanced at my aunt who mouthed "a Cinderella story".

'A Cinderella Story,' I lied.

'Oh really? What was it about?' she asked as she made the salad.

I looked at my aunt who looked at me helplessly. 'Oh… you know…' I trailed off.

'No… I don't know,' she said. 'Did it have… ugh, I don't know, Steve Torres in it?' she asked raising and eyebrow.

'No…' I lied looking anywhere but her.

'Nice try Mitch, but your aunt here spilled the beans,' my mother said and went back to mixing.

I shot my aunt a look and she jus shrugged. I sighed in defeat. 'So am I in trouble?' I asked shyly.

'No… you're not… but she is,' my mom said and Clarissa gave her a shocked hurt look. I stuck my tongue out at her as I hugged my mom.

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Ah… those were the good old times. Everything went well for I guess you could say… the next 3 years, 'til last week. There was still one week left 'til we head back to school from winter break. My mom caught pneumonia, a really bad case of it. We went to the doctor's and they gave her medicine so she could get better. Everyday it seemed like she was getting weaker and not stronger. She didn't even have energy to sit up. The day before I was supposed to go back to school, she died. That was THE worst day of my life. My mom… my best friend… my everything, is gone.

My aunt has been a huge help though. She's been staying with me 'til everything 'settles'. My mom left everything in my possession, the restaurant, the house, the money... But unfortunately, I'm not old enough to claim it. As for custody… that's another problem.

It's a cloudy Monday afternoon and I'm walking down the street from my bus stop at the top of the hill. It's my first day back from this whole tragic thing, and well, my teachers say I'm doing a great job. They all say the same thing: 'I know how you feel. If you don't feel like doing work, you don't have too'. What a bunch of bull. They don't know how I feel. The only person who does is my aunt. No one else.

I get home and come through the kitchen door, just like I always do. "Clarissa! I'm home!" I hollered as I placed my purple messenger bag on the counter and walked in. "Clarissa? You home?" I asked.

"I'm coming!" she calls out and walks into the kitchen. "Oh! There you are!"

I grabbed a bottled water. "What's going on?" I asked a little terrified.

"How was your first day back?" she asks moving around the kitchen.

"It was ok… except I kept getting all this sympathy from kids I don't even know," I said. "A bunch of loonies," I mumbled then took a sip of my water.

Clarissa chuckled. "Well, what do you expect? You're mother was a great person," she said while pouring lemonade.

"She was," I whispered to myself looking down at my hands.

"Hey, hey… your mother wouldn't like to see you sad now would she?" my aunt asked lifting up my head. I shook my head no while she was still holding it. "Good… now come on… we have a guest." Clarissa picked up the tray of lemonade and pound cake and walked towards the living room. I slowly followed her. I stopped on the way there when I heard them talking. "She's coming," Clarissa said.

"I'm kinda nervous. I've seen her, but I haven't actually met her. Connie sent pictures every year," the male voice said. Who the-?

"Really? She is a wonderful kid. Absolutely beau-" Clarissa started but stopped when I appeared in the doorway. "Mitchie… come in, come here," Clarissa said coming towards me. I only saw the back of the person's head.

"Clarissa… who's this?" I asked pointing to the tall figure behind her. Clarissa looked behind her then moved aside so I could see the person.

"Mitchie… this is your father, Steve Torres. Steve Torres, meet your daughter, Mitchie," Clarissa introduced us. I looked at the guy standing in front of me.

"Lissa… what is he doing here?" I asked curiously.

"Well…" She began.

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