AN: Okay, this is the first chapter of my first story, so go easy on me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock, or any of the characters.

Mitchie laid on her bed and cried. One year ago today, her father had gotten drunk and murdered her mother, and then shot himself. She was having a flash back of that day.

Connie and Mitchie had been gardening all day. The garden had many flowers, and bushes, and even had a lake in it. By the lake was a bunch of willow trees. It was almost fairy tale like. In one of the willow trees, there was a swing. That was Mitchie's favorite place to write songs. There was also a lot of oak trees by the picket fence that surrounded the garden. One of them had a huge tree house that Mitchie loved to hang out in also. The way into the tree house was a secret rope that could also be swung on. Mitchie's dad never knew about the tree house, because Mitchie and Connie had built it together. Mitchie did almost everything with her mom, because she was scared of her dad. He abused her, hurt her and treated her like a slave. He had also been threatening to kill both of them if they told anyone about it. The tree house was very well hidden, so Mitchie hid from him in there. It was basically her room. That day, Mr. Torres had a lot of his friends playing cards. He had gotten drunk, like any other time, but this time was the worst. His friends were just as bad as he was, so they had encouraged him to abuse Mitchie and hurt Connie. After the card game, he went out to the garden with a gun.

"Mitchie, Hurry! Go hide in the tree house, your father's coming!" said Connie.

Mitchie ran and hid in the tree house. She watched her father.

Mitchie's father was so drunk he couldn't walk straight, let alone talk right.

"What are you doing in my garden?!" said Mr. Torres.

" I live here, I'm Connie Torres, your wife." said Connie.

" I have no wife." said Mr. Torres.

" I am your wife, and we have a beautiful daughter named Mitchie."

" No, Mitchie is the name of my slave, and you look familiar, but I've never seen you in my life."

" Mitchie! Mitchie! Get me something to drink!"

" Mitchie ? Mitchie!! … You stole my slave!"

" I didn't steal anything or anyone, and Mitchie is our daughter and not your slave."

" YES SHE IS!!!" then he shot Connie, then himself.

" MOTHER!!!!!!!" Mitchie screamed.

She ran down to see her mother, who wasn't completely dead yet, but was dying fast.

" Mitchie… I Love You… there's a box on a shelf in my closet. It's yours now…"

" Mother don't leave me… please…"

" I'll always be with you…"

Mitchie took a shovel after her mother died and buried her in her favorite spot by the garden. She buried her father over by his LEAST favorite place, by the daisies.

End of flashback.

Mitchie, ever since then lived by herself. She is sixteen. At school, she had no friends. Everyone thought that bad luck would come over them if they talked to her. All she had to look forward to was her job after school. She sang and played her instruments at a cool new club called Rock Legends. She loves music, and that's all she really lives for.

Even though Mitchie was upset today, this would be a day that turned her life around.

Mitchie went to school, and it was miserable as normal, she had work. Work was her favorite place in the whole world. It had pictures of every actual rock legend there was. It even had a couple of newer artists. There were even pictures of one of Mitchie's favorite bands, Connect Three.

Mitchie got her guitar, keyboard and mike ready. The first people that came in were the people she least expected…

AN: Okay, so what do you think? It's pretty easy to tell who's about to come in. Review!