I quickly put my iPod next to me as I heard a loud beep from my laptop. I rush over and saw Caitlyn text me. I known her for so long. I think since I was um..five? She is not a great person, really. But that's what I think. Anyway, here what she said:
MusicProducerLMAO: yo, Mitc. ;) How r u?
Caitlyn, you know why I hate you.
MitchieYaKnow: oh hi. Im fine. U?
MusicProducerLMAO: Im fine too. Well guess wht?
MitchieYaKnow: Wht? Mrs. Cox is going to Hawaii 4 dis summer n Mr. Stewart is going 2 the mental hospital?
MusicProducerLMAO: no. and plus, who is ? he reminds me of stew..speaking of stew, my mom made a chicken stew. BRB :3
Stupid Caitlyn. But chicken stew is good, too. I guess. Did I mention who is Mr. Stewart? If not, he is my stupid-mental geometry teacher. He's crazy, mental, stupid..kind of bitch type teacher..Hah.
I'm waiting..
Still waiting..
I am freaking waiting..
Still am waiting..
HOLY CRAP.
What am I waiting for?
Hah, stupid me. NOT. I'm not stupid. I'm smart.
I just heard something stupid from the TV. Psshh, like I care.
This is SO run out of the story.
Yep.
MusicProducerLMAO: BACKKK! I'm so sorry dat u wait 4 long XD
MitchieYaKnow: Hi.
MusicProduceLMAOr: Oh thanks a lot :)
MitchieYaKnow: Wutever. So wats the big news?
MusicProducerLMAO: oh yah. Did u heard of camp rock?
MitchieYaKnow: everyone knows it
MusicProducerLMAO: && we're going to CR this year :D isn't it great?
Oh I'm dead.
I opened my AIM Messenger and quickly logged off.
May I scream here?
Thank you.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So much better.
NO I DON'T WANT TO GO TO CAMP ROCK.
"Mitchie!" My mom yelled. Way to go ruin the moment of I needing myself.
Wait, what am I talking about?
I rushed downstairs and saw my parents' face have a grin glued on the face. I could tell something that it's not good going on. Uh-oh.
"YOU'RE GOING TO CAMP ROCK!" My sweet, dear, parents both shouted. In a hyper way.
I knew this is a bad thing. Hm?
I raised an eyebrow. I could tell there's something else.
"Anddd.. you're going to be a counselor."
WHY THIS WORLD IS SO UNFAIR AND CRUEL?! HELP ME SOMEBODY! DAMN IT.
"You're kidding me, right…" I said. Uhhh..I'm SO not in the mood now.
"Nope. And you're going to leave tomorrow."
Steve and Connie Torres, do you know how much your daughter hate you both and Camp Rock?
Psshh..like they know.
I'm done. I run upstairs and I slammed my bedroom door right after I went inside my room. I took a kind of a big bag and started packing my clothes.
I swear, starting from tomorrow, it's going to be a worst 3-months in my life.
I'm not done yet people.
God, please make me dead. PUH-LEASE?!
I need someone right now. Caitlyn. No. Sierra. Yes.
Sierra.
Sierra.
Sierra.
HOLY SHIT.
Why am I repeating her name?
I'm out. Remember to buy me a coffin. So it easy for the funeral preparations. Oh and report Caitlyn to the polices and jail her because she kill me. My parents will pay my funeral. That's it. I love the idea. Hah.
I unlocked my car (which is, an old red truck with had the name "Mitchie" at the right door.) and I got in. The truck is a late-50 and early-60 model car that my dad kept for his first child. Which is me and his only one.
And my mother's.
This world is boring.
The conversation between my parents and Caitlyn is killing me. I changed my mind. Jail Caitlyn and both my parents because they're killing me.
And Sierra will pay for my funeral.
Heh. I'm loving the idea.
Again.
I'm genius.
I'm grinning in my mind now. I know it's stupid.
But I'm smart. And I'm genius.
I'm at Sierra's now.
I ringed the doorbell and Sierra's mom answered the door. "Oh hi Mitchie. Are you looking for Sierra?"
Who else?
"Yep. Is she home?" I asked, pretended to sound polite. I hate my image.
"She's upstairs. Wait, I'll call her."
"SIERRA! Mitchie's here!"
She ran downstairs and she smiled at me. Oh thank you Sierra!
Wait, what am I thanking for?
I think I'm crazy.
No I am not.
"Mitchie! What are you doing here?" She called.
"Sierra! I am just bored so I came here. Caitlyn is busy…so yeah."
"Who said Caitlyn is busy?"
"Huh?" I said.
"She's at my room now. C'mon!" She took my hand and ran upstairs.
NO. FREAKING. WAY.
Help me God!
"Hi Mitch." Caitlyn greeted me. Oh hi, she-devil. She is a devil, FYI.
I saw 2 pink large bags and 1 purple small bag and 1 black large bag. What's up?
"Umm..what's up with the bags?" I asked.
"Oh. Me and Sierra is packing so…that's it."
"For what?"
"Camp Rock." Caitlyn and Sierra both said at the same time.
I swear I fainted upon hearing this.
HIIIIIII!!!!!! :3
For those who don't know me, I'm Farah. My other account is MiniSakura but since I forgot the password for some reason, I used this old account. I just recovered it yesterday that I had this account.
Hmm..Firstly, in this story, Mitchie's going to be a dance counselor instead of Shane. Second, Shane's still a celebrity. And he's going to be a part of Mitchie's dance group. :D Third..wait, there's no third.
Any questions, just ask.
I love this story. Heh. It's about dance and stuffs. In Mitchie's POV. :D
And..This chapter 1 is pretty much long.
Okayy..I'm done with my work. It's now left you. What? You don't know? Review is your job. So REVIEW PEEPS!
Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock. I wish I own the bags. Wait, I did own them. NO, I don't own the characters!
Bye dudes.
Whatever,
CattyLiciouzFarah.;)