I got this idea from the new Disney movie Princess Protection Program, which stars Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez. For those who don't know what it's about, a princess (Demi) is about to become queen when her country gets attacked and she is put into a program that protects Princesses. She adopts a new identity and lives with a secret agent and learns how to be a normal teen with the help of the secret agent's daughter (Selena). So, I got the idea to mix that plot with the Camp Rock plot. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my imagination.
"Michelle! Time to get up!" Eliza, one of the maids said and closed the door to my bedroom.
Did anyone read the memo about how I would like to be called Mitchie? Michelle is a nice name, but it just sounds like the name of some snobby old person. Which I am clearly not. Very few people call me Mitchie, which are my friends
I got out of bed and sighed. At least it's the last day of school.
I walked over to my closet and stepped inside. Since no one important was going to come by today, I could dress casual. I pulled out a cute white short sleeved dress and a pair of black leggings, since it was cool here in the beginning of summer.
Checking myself in the full-length mirror, I decided to spice things up. I grabbed a black studded belt and put it over the dress and slipped on a pair of flats.
Hey, a princess can shop at Hot Topic if she wants to.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. She's a princess? Well, most people expect princesses to always be dressed up and have on tiaras and be surrounded by all these body guards. Not dressed in sweats with her hair in a bun and just one huge strong guy with her while getting coffee.
The closest princess that I'm most like is the princess from that Disney movie the Princess Diaries.
Because one; I don't have the best balance in the world. Two; I have this habit of making a fool of myself. And three; I also have another habit of making myself stand out in a 'she's so weird' way.
You get the picture.
I know other princesses that aren't snotty and could care less about who is wearing what. But they have great balance and know how to tap a spoon against a china cup without breaking it. And they knew that you shouldn't stick your feet out to stretch, because that will cause the Ambassador of France to trip and sprain his leg.
Which is very embarrassing.
I walked downstairs to the dinning hall, which takes a couple of minutes, since this place is huge. Yes, I do live in a castle.
I open the doors to see that the long table was empty except at the end were a women who was doing something on her iphone and eating an omelet at the same time.
"Hey Charlotte," I said to my godmother and the women who is in charge of my parent's schedule, and in charge of mine.
Charlotte put her phone down and smiled. Since my parents weren't around a lot, Charlotte and I were close. If there was something going on and I needed a Mom to talk to and my parents weren't here, Charlotte was the next best thing.
"Good morning Princess," She said. I rolled my eyes but smiled. Only certain people could call me Princess and Charlotte is one of them.
"So, what's up?" I asked before taking a bite of the food that was in front of me.
Before Charlotte could answer, the cook Martha came in holding some bright and colorful thing.
"I found this, in the crisper," She said, handing it to Charlotte who then looked at me.
"Oh look, a Camp Rock brochure," Charlotte said, showing me it, "Or should I say, another Camp Rock brochure."
"Wow! Look at that!" I said, pretending like I had no clue how that got there. Okay, so maybe I did sneak into the kitchen last night and put it in there...
Camp Rock was a music camp all the way in the United States. It wasn't just some regular camp. It was a music camp. For anyone who has a future on stage or in music, there's only one place for them to go. Camp Rock.
Now, you're wondering why me, a princess, would want to go there, right? Well, the truth is, I like to sing. And play guitar and the piano and write songs. I want to try all these things before I become queen, and going to Camp Rock is one of them.
"So you have no idea how this got here?" Martha asked.
I shook my head and said, "Really awesome omelet Martha! When people start coming to stay here for the ball, you should totally prepare this for them!"
Martha and Charlotte gave each other a knowing look and Martha went back to the kitchen.
"Sweetie," Charlotte grabbed my hand and looked at me, " I know how badly you want to go to this camp, but both your parents and I think it's not a good idea. One, your a Princess and Camp Rock is very far away, so how will we know for sure that you're safe? Two, people would find out about you and it would give you so much unwanted attention, which I know you don't like. I'm sorry."
I looked down at my plate. So much for a great summer. I had been hoping I could change their minds. But once Charlotte and my parents made up their minds about something, their answer didn't change unless something unexpected happen.
"Well, last day of school. Can't be late," I said and took one last bite of my breakfast and got up and walked out.
Now what was I going to do this summer?
So, you know how today is the last day of school for me? Well, I don't go to school. I have my own tutor. It can get pretty lonely.
I looked at the clock and smiled. Only fifteen more minutes. I think I can make those minutes go by fast.
"Michelle, Pourquoi sont vous mal?," The tutor said and I smiled.
"What does that mean?" I asked, hiding my grin. He took a deep breath and looked at me.
"It means, why are you sad?" He explained.
"I'm not sad."
"I know you're not. I'm not really asking you if you're sad. I want you to answer me back in French," He said.
"I thought mal means mad," I then added, "And I'm not mad."
"Michelle, I'm not really asking you if you're mad or sad! I want you to answer me back in French!" I knew he was starting to get annoyed with me. I looked at the clock again. Only about ten minutes left.
"Wait, I think mal means bad," I said, holding up my French translator book. He groaned.
"Okay, how about this? Tell me that you are fifteen-years-old in French," He said. I nodded my head.
"J'ai quinze ans," I stopped, "That doesn't sound like it's French, it sounds like it's Asian!"
"It's French!"
I looked at him for a minute before asking, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I am sure," He said.
"You sure you're sure?" I asked.
'I'm sure!" He nearly screamed. I looked out the window to see a limo coming into the driveway. Someone stepped out and I could see them bumping fists with one of the guards.
"OH MY GOSH!" I screamed and the next thing I knew, I was running out of the room and the house.
"CARTER!"I shouted when I came outside to where the limo was.
My cousin and best friend turn around and screamed back, "MITCHIE!"
Carter (yes, she is a girl) and I were like glue. We would always be texting each other, or having video chats with each other when we weren't together. And when we were together, we were inseparable. Our parents are so surprised that we haven't gotten sick of each other. She and I were soul sisters. And that's surprising to some people, because if for some reason, I can't become queen, Carter would be the one they would crown next, but we don't care about that.
We hugged each other, since we haven't seen each other in almost a month and a half and for us, it feels like we've been separated from birth or something.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were coming?" I asked, not being able to control my excitement.
"Well," Carter smiled, "It was a surprise and if I told you I was coming, it wouldn't be a surprise. Plus, I wanted to see you freak out, which you did and it was quite entertaining."
I tried to give her a look, but ended up laughing instead. Charlotte then came running out. I don't know how she does it, but she can run awfully fast in heels. I'm lucky if I don't stumble at least two times in those things.
"Well, I guess you know about the surprise now," She said when she got to us. Carter and I let go of each other and smiled.
"But Michelle, you shouldn't of ran out like that, especially since you were in the middle of tutoring," Charlotte gave me a knowing look. I look at my watch.
"Actually Charlotte, tutoring was about to end when that happen, so I wasn't in the middle of tutoring," I said smiling. Charlotte shook her head a little but I could tell she was trying to fight a smile.
"Well, I'll let you two catch up, but remember, there's a tea at five today, so start getting ready at least by three-thirty because we'll have to leave at four-twenty if we want to arrive on time," Charlotte said and I held back my complaint.
At least twice or three times a month, other princesses from countries close to mine, and other girls who are royalty all get together and have tea and we learn some boring but important lesson on how to act in society. Not all the girls there are snotty (though some are), but its always me who accidentally starts something or makes a total idiot out of herself.
One time, I unintentionally caused a fight between two girls in the bathroom. One had her arm sprain and the other got a black eye. I got a huge bruise on my back cause I jumped on one of the girl's back, trying to stop the fight and ended up falling off of her.
It was not pretty at all.
"Don't worry, it'll be fun. And you told me this month you've been lucky. You've only caused someone to stumble, not trip!" Carter said, trying to make me feel better. It wasn't working.
"Yeah, come on! Let's get something to eat!" I said and we ran back inside and into the kitchen.
"Hey Martha!" We both said and sat down at the kitchen table.
"Carter, I was wondering when you were going to come," Martha said. I looked at her.
"You knew she was coming?" I asked.
"Of course. The cooks know everything," She said and we giggled.
"I'll whip you two some ice cream sundaes," Martha said. Carter grabbed the remote that was on the table and turned on the small TV that was in here.
"Oh! Hot Tunes TV is on!" I said and Carter turned the volume up. I was hoping it was going to be something good, but it was about how the singer Shane Gray has been acting up- again.
"The pop-star phenomenon, Shane Gray," the television reporter said on TV, "May have gone too far this time when he stormed off the set of Connect 3 new music video. No official report on why, but word is that he stormed off after someone accidentally gave him a grande nonfat latte instead of his legendary Venti soy chai latte with extra foam."
Carter and I looked at each other with a 'What the...?' look and we continued to listen.
"Word is that the other band members of Connect 3, are fed up! This stunt cost the label thousands of dollars, but it may cost the band the rest of their record deal." The reporter said.
"What's wrong with him? I mean, he has everything," Carter said. I sighed.
"Except for a clue," I said, shaking my head in disgust. One of the things I can't stand at all is people who think that just because they're famous or rich or whatever gives them the right to do whatever they want and act like the world revolves around them.
"The message is clear. Shane Grey needs to clean up his act! And in order to do so, the Connect 3 summer tour has been canceled," Was what the reporter said before Carter turned off the TV because our ice cream sundaes had been placed in front of us.
"Someone seriously needs to him that the world doesn't revolve around him, that it never will and being a jerk isn't helping his image or music," I said before taking a bite of the ice cream.
"Why don't we find a way to meet them and you can tell him that? That's something I would like to see," Carter said, half jokingly and I smiled.
"Yes, and then while I'm walking out with my head held high, I'll trip and you'll laugh and then ask me if I'm okay," I then paused, "While you're still laughing."
"That's what I always do and usually about fifty percent of the time you either laugh with me and the other fifty percent you give me a look, but later on, laugh about it." I gave Carter a look, but she crossed her eyes and a weird but funny face and I couldn't help but laugh.
Carter and I then started talking about just random stuff. We were having a conversation on how my make-up can be kind of dark sometimes and how Carter got a shirt that has the Power Rangers on it that she got at Hot Topic when Charlotte walked into the kitchen.
"Hey girls, sorry to interrupt, but its time to get ready for TV," She said to us and then walked out. I sighed. Going to tea was the last thing I wanted to do.
"Mit, tea isn't that bad. It's not like we're the only two girls who don't care about designer tiaras," Carter said.
"I know! But Carter, everytime I go to these teas, I always do something stupid and idiotic and make these girls look at each other and whisper," I then imitated one of the girls whispering, "Oh my god! She's going to become queen?"
"The worst thing you've done was causing that one girl getting hospitalized. What's worse then that?" Carter said to me.
"You just jinxed me, now I'm probably going to send someone into a coma!" I said and got up and started walking away to get ready.
"Hey! I'm sure even if that does happen, they'll wake up!" Carter said as she got up and followed me.
"Carter, I love you, but please do not try to make me feel better. It's not working," I said and Carter shrugged.
"Don't worry Mitchie, I'm sure today is going to be fine," She assured me.
"I hope so too." I also had been hoping to go to Camp Rock and have a summer about music and even be like a normal teen, but that didn't happen, now did it?
So, this is the first chapter! Carter is the name of Selena Gomez's character in the Princess Protection Program, so I just made her character be Mitchie's cousin. The next chapter is the tea and a little bit of Connect 3. This is my first camp rock story, so I hope you like it! Please review!