Takes Time to Grow

Intro: Same Old, Same Old.

Okay so, hi. The name's Torres, Mitchie Torres. Yes, a total copy off James Bond but whatever.

I've basically just started my first time being at Camp Rock. It's basically a place where people are set in the motion of having tons of fun and playing their music. Sure, it felt like the sort of place when you got here. But it kinda sucked when you were usually alone at lunchtimes and class.

I mean, I know I've only started. But I thought I would make at least one friend by now.

Actually, why do I think that? I'm like a social outcast. Like totally, no kidding.

Ha, but that was my choice really. When I got here, I thought that this place was where I belonged.

But not anymore, after being a week here, I've realised everyone is like the same people at high school.

You had the slutty girls, you had the sporty guys. Sure, you had some decent people maybe... but none were like me at all. I was the type of person who usually kept themselves to them self.

Ever since I was young, I felt that friendship takes time. You shouldn't rush to things. You should be careful with who you trust and get to know them first. You can't just say someone's your best friend only after a few months! I mean seriously, slow the hell down.

I'm seventeen if you're wondering. I've only had 1 boyfriend in my whole life. It ended badly. After what happened, it did make it slightly more difficult to trust people again. But I do have a few close friends back at school, but I won't be seeing a huge amount of them this summer though. Of course that was because of Camp Rock. But eh, maybe I'll make some acquaintances if I'm lucky.

Anyway, I wasn't here to make friends. I was actually here to play my music, because I love that. I sing, play piano and guitar. I sound like everyone else really, with the whole music thing... but when I play, people know I'm different.

I play instruments the way I wanna. I didn't go with the whole idol crap and copy someone else's style, I did my own thang. So yeah, deal with it.

I'm a rather weird person too; if you don't already know.

I talk to myself way too much and believe the kind of things no one would believe. Like ghosts and stuff. But I reckon everyone has their secrets. Only my 3 very close friends know this about me. I'm not the kind of person to share. I frigging hate my trust issues.

But yeah, that's beside the point.

I was thinking maybe I could leave soon. The first day and second were pretty awesome, we were all jamming and that. But I didn't sing. So no one knows about my singing yet. At the moment, I'd rather keep that way if I'm honest. What if I turn out bad? It's not gonna end well.

Only my mum and dad know I can sing. They say I'm brilliant, but they're parents. Sometimes it feels like they just say that to keep me happy.

Maybe they do tell the truth, but I'll need to find that out. But not right now, I would rather people find out in the next few days, maybe never? Ha-ha, Nah... I'm just kidding. If I didn't want anyone to ever know, how would I do final jam? That's the only reason I'm probably staying. I've been working on a song.

It's called 'This Is Me'. It's basically about me, showing who I am and being proud I guess. I hope that Camp Rock is where I AM supposed to be. Who knows, it's too early to tell. I'm here for another 5 weeks!

But eh, I'm glad I have myself in this. I only trust myself. I think.

I'm not instantly gonna make friends, and I don't intend to. If a spark comes out with acquaintances, I'll consider the pathway towards friendship. But I very much doubt this.

All I can say is good luck to me. Seriously, I need some luck. I'm pretty sure luck hates me. Maybe it's karma. But I don't do many things bad. Then again, I'm not brilliant with my dad sometimes. He can be so temperamental. He's not the best with relationships though, since he left my mum a while back now.

I have a half sister now. My step-mum's okay. She could be better. But I guess I can be civil with her at Christmas, but it doesn't mean I like her. Like I said, I have trust issues. Yay me right? Wrong.

But I do want my dad to be happy; and I do love him. I'm sure he loves me too, but he's just not the best at showing it. My mum's much better at being open.

I could be better; I think I'm getting there. But I don't trust boys. I find it INCREDIBLY hard to trust them; especially after what happened with my ex last year. He turned out to be a player and treated me like a crap in the end. It took me a while to come through, but luckily I can talk to boys again without wanting to punch them in the face.

I'd rather not tell you much about what happened with my ex-boyfriend; but luckily he moved to another state. I'm so glad I don't have to see his retched face anymore. I'm sure it looked much better when I did hit him in the face. That was the last time I ever saw him. He was bleeding like hell. That sure still makes me chuckle still seeing his nose covered in claret. Good times.

Yes, I told you... I'm a freak. But eh, if you can't deal with it, then I won't talk to you. If you can, then we could possibly be great friends. Apparently I'm funny too. I never thought so, but whatever, it is people's opinion.

I'm happy with who I am anyway, I like being tough and weird. It makes me feel different. I'll tell ya, I already feel like punching that blondie's face. What's her name? Erm... Tess I think. Yeah, I've seen her around and I can already tell she's a right bitch. I hope I don't go down the same pathways with her, I might knock her out.

But that Caitlyn girl seems pretty cool. She plays the keyboard; and has some impressive dance moves. I did think about talking to her, but she has her own friends. So I might just wait till she talks to me. But whatever, it don't matter.

Just because she seems cool, don't mean we'll be friends. She's in a couple of my classes though, so it is possible I'll bump into her. But I have a while; it's only just the beginning.

I reckon I could do some mischief...

Okay, so this is a new story I'm starting. Don't worry the chapters should be longer. I'm gonna range them between 2,000 to 4,000 words. Maybe, but I'm not sure yet. This is likely to end as Nitchie, because I love that pairing. Or it just might end in a typical Camp Rock way, maybe. But I'll class the two main characters as Mitchie and Nate anyway. You'll be seeing him next chapter Oh, and everyone else.

Please R&R!