A/N: Hello! Gosh it's been a while since I uploaded a story I almost forgot how lol Well, the plan was for this story to be done and up at the start of this summer but so much has been happening lately that I'm actually still finishing this story up but I decided anyway to start putting my finished chapters up. Hope you's enjoy it.

Mitchie's Prov

I inhaled deeply the moment my feet hit the last step of the yellow bus, the woodsy smell made me smile but I felt it falter when I realised this was the last time I would get to enjoy this smell…unless a forest spontaneously grew around Juilliard.

Camp Rock had been my life for the last four years, it was the highlight of my year I was gonna miss it…well most things about it.

"Mitchie!" Caitlyn called, breaking my train of thought, as Ella and her jogged towards me.

"Hey." I smiled brightly embracing both of them in a hug.

Caitlyn, Ella and I had been friends from the first day we set foot in Camp Rock all hoping to conquer the world of performing arts in different areas, for example Ella wanted to become a dancer not that her singing was anything to turn your nose up at either, Caitlyn had thrown herself into producing music whole heartedly since the age of ten and then there was me who wanted to be a famous singer or song writer. We became friends quickly, and they were one of the main reasons I enjoyed camp so much, it was unfortunate that we lived so far apart during the year. But that would all change next year when we went to Juilliard in the fall.

"Are you happy to be home?" Ella joked; it was an on going joke between us that this place was more of a home to us than where we lived.

"You have no idea." I smiled brightly.

"I can't believe this is our last year." Caitlyn pouted.

"Yeah." I sighed.

"Just means we make the most of it now that we're here." Ella smiled; always looking on the bright side was Ella's gift.

"That's right and we have an extra week too." Caitlyn said a smile pulling up the corners of her mouth.

We were all slightly confused as to why we were sent a letter earlier in the year asking us to come a week before camp started normally, not that we were going to complain since we got to stay a week longer.

"I wonder why Brown wants us here a week early." Ella mused.

"We'll find out soon no doubt." I smiled.

"Do you notice how it only seems to be the 'seniors' here?" Caitlyn asked looking about us at those arriving.

"Huh." I said wonderingly as I noticed what Caitlyn already had. "Maybe…"

But I didn't get to finish my theory because the annoying sound of a Dixie horn blasted from a black Mercedes jeep as it skidded to a stop beside us making all three of us jump back.

The windows were darkly tinted so you were unable to see the driver but I knew immediately who it was and he confirmed it for me as he rolled down the window, sunglasses on as if he were some superstar and with that idiotic grin plastered to his smug face.

"Bus it here Torres?" He laughed. "What happened fail drivers Ed this year?"

Shane Grey, the bane of my existence, had been going here as long as I had but unlike how easy it was to make friends with Caitlyn and Ella it wasn't easy to make friends with Shane. He was here to be the best there was and his competitiveness and arrogance ignited a competitiveness in me I didn't know I had until I met him. Turns out we were simply as good as each other as we had drawn in every final jam since we started…but that wasn't good enough for either of us. Our personal competition had brought us into the spotlight at camp and after our second year we seemed to have our own groupies, with most of the girls siding with me and the boys siding with him, a classic battle of the sexes.

"Drop dead, Grey." I muttered.

"Oh, touchy." He chuckled to himself. "Well." He smiled fakely. "I just stopped by to wish you luck this year…you'll need it. It's the final year and I'm not sharing that trophy with you."

I narrowed my eyes at him about to retort but he was gone leaving us in a cloud of smoke. I let out a frustrated growl that boy was infuriating.

"You know he's just trying to psyche you out, Mitch. He's threatened by you." Caitlyn commented.

"So he should be." Ella smiled. "Just don't let him get to you."

"I won't." But my words came out through my teeth so I didn't convince anyone.

"Come on." Caitlyn smiled linking her arm with mine. "Let's see if Brown's reason cheers you up a bit."

Tess's Prov

I watched as Shane and Mitchie exchange pleasantries, eugh, they thought they were so cool and popular just because they have that stupid rivalry going on. We were all rivals here for crying out loud! We all wanted to be the best here…and I would be the best here once I outted those two fakers.

Shane's Prov

I locked my car over my shoulder as I walked towards the Mess Hall confidence radiating off of me, this was my year, no drawing, no losing just winning. That trophy was gonna look good in my dorm room when I was at Juilliard next year.

"Shane!" Nate called waving over his head the minute I walked into the Mess Hall.

"Hey guys!" I smiled slipping in between Nate and Jason, two of my best friends.

"Ready for our last year?" Jason smiled.

"Oh yeah." I smiled cockily. "I've been practicing flat out, Mitchie's gonna be wondering why she even bothered coming this year."

"Have you seen her yet?" Nate asked.

"Yeah, we exchanged pleasantries when I pulled up." I smirked making them both laugh.

"I've gotta say I'm gonna miss your little competition next year." Nate chuckled.

"Yeah, me too." I smiled making them both look at me questioningly. "I mean I'm gonna miss kicking her butt."

"Hello senior Camp Rockians!" Brown boomed from where he was standing on a table, getting everyone's attention.

"Hey Brown!" Everyone called back.

Brown let a smile escape before continuing, "You're all probably wondering why we asked you to come in a week early, and this is where you's get your explanation. This year for the seniors we're trying something different we've brought in a new system that will make your final year a bit more like your final year of school and more rewarding."

I wondered if I looked as confused as everyone else.

He chuckled to himself as he took in all the confused expressions, "This year instead of doing a whole lot of classes, we're going to ask all the seniors to pick one class to major in and at the end of it you's will all receive a diploma."

"What like a real one?" Someone called out from the crowd.

"Yeah, like a real one, like the one you got when you graduated from high school this year." Brown laughed.

Chatter started to pick up in the crowd, murmurs of snap decisions and possibilities but Brown called us to attention once again.

"You'll obviously be presenting what you've learnt or perfected, as the case may be, in Final Jam which will be like your final exam, but don't fret normal Final Jam prizes will still be giving out with only a small tweak. The competition won't be everyone against everyone like normal instead the competition will be those doing the same class as you, meaning they'll be first, second and third prizes for all the individual groups. So this week you'll not be attending classes or anything you will just be trying to decide what classes you want to major in for your final year, please put thought into your choices! Well that's it really from me, the sign up sheets will be in here when you's are ready to make your choice. Dee has the room keys for you's and I will see you's tonight for dinner." And with that he was jumping down from the table and disappearing out the door while the group began to converge on Dee.

Mitchie's Prov

Nothing like a large queue to make you realise how many seniors there was, I thought to myself as I scanned the many heads in front of us as we waited for our cabin keys. It felt like we hadn't moved any further towards Dee in the last fifteen minutes.

"Brown's surprise has certainly made camp a little duller." The girl in front of us whispered to her friend.

Her conclusion grabbed my attention quickly, I thought Brown's surprise had been great another diploma would look well in anyone's' record of achievements.

"How so?" Her friend looked as confused as me.

"Well, you heard him if the competition is just among the groups then we'll never know who's the best between Shane and Mitchie." She answered. "I mean it's not likely they're gonna be doing the same class and it's their final year." As she finished her tone had become more whinge like.

"Oh." Her friends said, understanding flashing across her face before her forehead creased and her mouth set in an annoyed expression. "I never thought of that."

She took the words out of my mouth, that hadn't occurred to me either; I felt a smile light up my face. No competition at all this summer, I felt the relief swirl around my body, although I had gotten caught up in our stupid rivalry I hadn't had time to fully enjoy camp…now I had the chance to.