A/N Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock. This is my first fanfic, but you can be mean if you want. Umm, I rarely read A/N s soo….read and review?
P.S. I know it's sucky but hey if ya don't like it, don't read it.
I know parts are kind of extreme but her life was going to be horrible so why not take it all the way.
You had me
Without even realizing
Well now you lost me
And I ain't comin' back
'Cuz we were yellin'
Yeah you left me cryin' in the dark
All alone
By myself
Without you
Mitchie P.O.V.
September 12. Today was the second year anniversary since HE left me. No. I wasn't going to think about him, it hurt too much. I doesn't matter now anyways, I've changed.
You might be wondering what the heck I'm talking about. My name is Michelle Anabelle Torres, or as my friend calls me, Mitchie. And yes, I did say friend singular seeing as I only have one, but I don't mind, Caitlyn Gellar is THE best best-friend in the whole world. My parents are Connie and Jack Torres, my mom is a stay-at-home and my dad is in the army. I also have a dog named Red.
Here, let me recap pretty much the last three years of my life. Oh, btw, His name is Shane, Shane Gray, from Connect Three. Did I also mention I'm in love with him?
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Freshman Year
Shane, Caitlyn, and I were all best friends. We weren't exactly nerds but we weren't exactly popular either, if you know what I mean. Life was good and we didn't care if we were cool or not, and if it meant hanging out with the resident mean/popular girls, Tess , and her clones, Peggy and Ella, then heck we didn't WANT to be popular. But out of all of us, I probably had the worst chances. Shane was hot, loved singing and dancing, and was really funny and smart. He even had his own band with two of his friends called Connect 3. Caitlyn was similar, really pretty, funny, smart but she was more into being behind the scenes, producing and choreographing. Then there was me, plain old me, I wasn't pretty, didn't have any talents, and was pretty boring, so you can see why I thought my friends could do way better.
Overall, it was a good year. We all passed with straight-As, didn't get too much grief from Tess and her followers, and we were still inseparable.
Sophomore Year
That was the year my life fell apart and me along with it, the only reason why I'm still a bit sane was thanks to my music and Caitlyn.
First, Shane moved.
He and his band mates, Nate White and Jason Black, had gotten discovered by a family friend who worked at Hollywood Records. Brown (the guy's name) thought that they were really good and could make it big if only they moved to California for at least a year. Shane said he'd be back, we'd keep in touch. I was a fool to believe him. At first he texted every now and then but then he stopped altogether. I knew he was busy, they were already famous, but it would be nice if he remembered me and Caitlyn seeing as how we spent every minute of 15 years together. Then, on the news, Shane started to become egotistical and let the fame go to his head. I realized Shane wasn't going to come back and if he was, he wouldn't be the same sweet, caring guy I once knew, he'd just be a stuck-up jerk.
Then, my dad died.
There was always the possibility whenever my dad was dispatched (A/N Sorry if that's not proper terminology but I don't know anything about that kind of stuff.) that he could die considering his line of work. I don't think my mom and I really thought that it would actually happen. I guess I always thought my parents would just die of old age. It was horrible when we got the news, I didn't go to school for three weeks. The only person who would be able to comfort me was Shane, but he was gone. I think that's the most I've ever cried, same for my mother. I imagine it must be harder on her considering he was the love of her life. I knew we couldn't mourn forever and that my dad wouldn't want us too either. But I think my mother went too far.
Thirdly, my mother took my dad's death hard, and I mean HARD.
Four months after, she started smoking and I think it all kind of went to her head, after that she wasn't really the same. Two months later, in February (how ironic the month of love), she met a man (if you can call him that) named Justin. They started dating and four months later he popped the question, which I thought was way to early and he didn't even love her.
Finally, for the cherry-on-top, my dog Red died. I think I have seriously bad luck with colors as names. (Gray, Black, White, Brown, Red)
Junior Year
Life just plain sucked.
Family-wise, my mom still smoked and was never really there in the head. Justin didn't help matters, since he just used my mom for…other things. I hated him, for what he did to my mom, and since he verbally and physically abused me practically every day. The only person who knew was Caitlyn and she was always begging me to leave, but I had to stay with my mom in her condition.
Social-wise, Shane actually kept his promise, he came back. Of course, as his ex-BFF, I was right; he did let it all go to his head. He was famous, so he was popular. He never even gave Caitlyn and I a second glance, heck we didn't even get a first one. He was cocky, a player, and went to all the parties to get drunk. And I still loved him. I guess it was that and the fact I hoped he would be himself again, that I helped him so much. I went to all the parties he went to, and when he got plastered, I was the one to sneak him into his house and lie to his parents, not any of his so-called "friends". I was the one to comfort all the girls he made-out with and then went back to ignoring them. I was the one to help him with his homework via anonymous texting. Basically I picked up the pieces of each his messes, and he didn't even notice or seem to be thankful. Of course, he didn't know it was me, but he didn't even give any recognition to anything. I think I was just hoping it'd be just some pop star phase. Shows how wrong I can be.
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So now I guess you're caught up, freshman year I was at the top of the world, sophomore year my life fell apart, and junior year I was just broken and supporting Shane. It's senior year now, but it's not going to be the same. Shane Gray won't know what hit him.