Did you ever wonder how Mitchie's life was before Camp Rock? Why is Sierra her only friend? I know that I was wondering that! So here is my version. Tell me if I should continue with the story or not. Disclaimer: Camp Rock is not in my possestion.

August 25:

Dear Diary,

Guess what today was? First day of school! Whoopee! Not. Three of my friends moved away... at least I have Sierra, Jake, Raydon, Bradley, Manny, and Alexis! Wait... this is a new diary, I should do a proper introduction. I am Michelle Allena Torres, though as you may know by me writing MITCHIE'S DIARY in huge letters on the front, I am know as Mitchie to everyone.

Okay since I have this thing to vent my feelings in, here we go. Today started out like normal:

"Mitchie! Get up! First day of school!" Mom yelled from downstairs. She was making breakfast while I got ready.

Pushing in my CD, Misery Business by Paramore blasted through my laptop while I walked to my closet. I grabbed blue skinny jeans, a neon pink shirt with purple, black and white circles on it, a white plaid scarf, and my black converse. I have had this outfit picked out to wear for a week. Gotta look my best for the first day of school! It looks like freshman going sophomore...just how I wanna look!

After getting dressed and brushing my hair, I headed down the steps. "Morning Mom," I said on my way to my seat.

"Morning Sweetie," She was already sitting down with her coffee in hand. "Are you ready for the first day as a sophomore?"

I smiled and nodded, then dug into my breakfast. "Turn on HotTunes, pretty please!" I said through a mouth full of eggs.

"Shane Grey is at it again. He stormed out of his three story mansion after a rather horrible fight with his bandmates. Rumor has it that they were arguing about their music. Can C3 stick it out?" Love Connect Three, HATE Shane Ass-hole Grey. Seriously, he hs everything! A band, money, fam, fortune, went to Camp Rock...

"Hey mom, did you hear about where Connect Three got their start?" She looked thoughtful for a second.

"Wasn't it some camp?" I gapped. "What?"

"Some camp?! They went to Camp Rock! That's like the music camp!"

"Hum, we should look into that. You have a amazing voice and write great songs." My eyes widened.

"You read my songs???"

"No, but I heard you in your room." I sighed. Note to self: Sing quieter so nosy mom's won't embarres me.

"Um, I got to go, the bus will be here soon," I gotoutofhere escaping an extremally awkward conversation. I love my music, but I am too scarred to show anyone that.

And, that's where I am now. Sitting outside of my house waiting for the bus to come and beep that really loud and obnoxious horn. Speaking of music, inspiration has struck!

How about...

You wanna show that world but no one knows your name yet
Wnder when and where and how your gonna make it
You know you can, if you get the chance

What do you think? I don't know... well here comes the bus, wish me luck! I promise to write about my day when I get home.

XOXO,

Mitchie ;)

Here is the first chapter, what do you think? Should I continue? R&R!