Sorry it took some time to update. College happened so I wanted to make sure I would succeed and I did, thank the Lord. I also wanted to be sure I had the plot to the story down so there could be no delays in the future. I plan to update every week or so. So without further ado, I present the first chapter of Lost and Insecure.

Insecure- Mitchie

"Earth to Mitchie!"

"Hmm what?" the startled brunette asked tearing her gaze away from the newest edition of Pop Informer magazine to her best friend Sierra who patiently awaited her response.

Sierra rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Silly Mitchie always with her head stuck in the latest gossip." She said as Mitchie blushed playing with a strand of her long hair. "But seriously how do feel about being a sophomore now?"

Mitchie set down her magazine, ignoring the article and thought before answering. "Well it is nice that were are no longer fresh meat, but it does suck that we still have to take the bus." She replied taking in the crowd of noisy students having back to school conversations oblivious to the bus's harsh bumps and turns it made on its way to school.

"Patience young grasshopper, just wait until junior year. We'll finally have our licenses and hopefully be riding in style" Sierra replied adjusting her glasses and turning her attention back to her schedule gushing how she was excited about taking AP Mandarin for the year.

Mitchie sighed leaning her head against the window lost in her thoughts. It was another year, being the same old insecure Mitchie Torres only 1 year older, 15. She wished she could share the same excitement about starting her sophomore year of high school but felt none. She only felt lost, with no real thoughts on what to do to make this year different from the previous year. She turned her attention back to the article reading about the newest band that was quickly rising to fame "Connect 3" who was founded in Camp Rock only a month ago, with an album set to be released, with tours dates as well. Smiling she thought to herself "If only I wasn't afraid to sing on stage and didn't doubt my musical abilities, I could be the next big thing like them." She closed her eyes imagining herself singing on stage in front of a crowd of thousands singing songs they could relate to, opening up for this band she heard of and possibly doing a duet with the lead singer of the band Shane Gray who admittedly was cute. But another harsh turn from the bus driver caused her to slam into reality, literally. Considering she could only sing her heart out in the comfort of her purple room and in the back row when she had to perform for choir concerts it was unlikely. Not only that, the idea of going to Camp Rock was very well out of reach since she begged her parents only months ago only for them to decline due to money issues. Looking sadly at the picture of Connect 3, she could only imagine that her dreams would actually come true.

Minutes later she found herself walking through the halls of her high school, her brand new converse squeaking with each step as she tried to keep up with her curly headed friend who ended up bidding her farewell to meet her AP Mandarin teacher.

"See you at lunch!" She exclaimed leaving Mitchie alone with her thoughts. Sighing she gave her friend a slight nod in return before turning around and digging her schedule out of her bag.

Great. She left me alone with the rest of the student body where I don't fit in. Great. After moments of digging, she had her schedule in her hands and looked over it discovering she had English first period, followed by Algebra, Chemistry, History then lunch along with 2 music classes, Drama, and P.E. Pleased with her schedule, she reached inside her bag once again to pull out her song book to scribble in some lyrics before class started only to collide with another body in the process.

"Oops I am so sorry!" she exclaimed rushing to pick up most her books and tucking her side bangs behind her ear.

The stranger looked up and instantly Mitchie was at lost for words as he got up with his own books but with her yellow song book, her most prized possession, in the process. She instantly felt herself begin to sweat, nervous that this cute stranger would run off with her book.

"It's okay…." he chuckled his brown eyes warm as he glanced at the book for her name, "Mitchie. I presume this is yours?"

Mitchie blinked before replying stunned that a cute guy was talking to her and relieved that he didn't run off with her book. What luck! "Yes it is mine! Thank you…..."

"Cody." He replied shaking her hand. "I'm new here and kinda lost. Do you write songs?" he asked as he began to walk towards the direction of the lockers.

"Yeah," she admitted still lost at words as she followed him. "They're probably not that good, but yeah. Singing is my passion." She explained nervously wiping her sweaty hands on her skinny jeans hoping that she wasn't scaring off a potential new friend.

"Really? That's pretty cool and I'm sure you're great at it. I mean I'm an aspiring actor so I'm sure you'll have a better shot at it with you writing songs and all," he rambled on with a slight blush on his cheeks.

She giggled stunned that someone other than Sierra was actually having a conversation with her and didn't think she was strange. So far the day was off to a good start.

The warning bell rang cutting off her thoughts.

"Well that's the bell. I better head off to English class now," she said starting to head off.

"Wait! Do you have English with Mr. Newman?"

"Yeah," she replied feeling a smile appear on her face thanking her lucky stars that everything was working out in her favor.

"Cool! Let me walk with you," Cody said following her. They settled into a comfortable stride before Cody spoke up once more. "And if you don't mind I hope you don't have any plans for lunch."

She smiled feeling a surge of confidence overcome her. "I do, but I'm sure my friend wouldn't mind an extra person joining us today. The more the merrier."

Both chuckling as Mitchie walked with Cody she had a feeling this year would be different indeed. Not only had she meet someone who thought her hobby was interesting, she also felt her insecure side slip away at the thought of someone other than Sierra or her parents believing in her musical abilities. For the first time since high school, Mitchie Torres finally felt that she fit in with the crowd instead of standing out.

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