Camp rock 2
A fresh start
Ok this is my first Camp Rock Story. I actually wrote this as a present for my sister. So here you go sis. First chapter enjoy. R&R.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Camp Rock Or the songs used in this fic. they belong to their rightful owners I'm just borrowing them.
Bianca Richards slammed the top of her suitcase shut, sighing, She couldn't believe her parents were shipping her off to some camp in the middle of nowhere. Sure she used to love to sing, but she stopped all that after.. No she wouldn't go there, even thinking about it brought fresh tears to her eyes. She wiped them away fiercely and pushed her suitcase over a little so she had room.
"Honey, you ready to go?" came her mothers voice from downstairs. she felt like screaming no back but held back the urge. Grabbing the packed suitcase from the bed the started down the stairs towards her doom.
"Yeah mum, be down soon" she called back. Trying her hardest not to trip down the stairs while she walked. They were steep enough without what felt like a ten ton object in her hand.
Making it to the bottom of the stairs she found her mother standing in the hall reading through a pile of mail. The bottom step creaked, she looked up and smiled.
"Got everything?" She asked eyeing the plain black suitcase in her hand distastefully. Ignoring the look Bianca nodded.
"Yep, think so, hair brush, jeans, tops.." she started to say.
"Dresses and skirts?" she asked the brunette glared at her but didn't answer.
"Do not look at me like that Bianca, I just want you to be more girly" the young brunette rolled her eyes, she was so used to this lecture she could quote it in her sleep.
"Yes mum, I know. But you know I don't wear skirts, and I don't intend to start on some stupid camp I don't even want to go on!" Her mother shot her a furious glare.
"You are going on this camp and that is final! If you would stop acting like such a spoilt brat and have a look at the booklets your father and I left on your bed you would realize that it isn't as bad as your making it out to be!" the brunette didn't say anything else. Dropping her suitcase forcefully onto the floor she stomped back up the stairs and into her room, slamming her bedroom door behind her causing the whole house to shake rapidly and a few photos to fall off the walls and come crashing to the floor.
A few hours later a very moody Bianca was in the back seat of her fathers Toyota and they were driving towards the camp from hell she was to call home for the next two weeks. Her parents could have sent her to any where on the planet and she would have been happy, but no they chose this particular place, this particular camp with something she hadn't done in years and had no intention of starting up again. She felt a pang of hurt go through her as the memories rose again. Damn it. Why wouldn't they leave her the fuck alone. She sighed pulling her hood up over her head she pulled out her Ipod from her pocket and turned it on, the sound of one of her favourite songs came through the earphones. One that set the way she was feeling perfectly.
Citizen cope summed it up perfectly. She hummed along lightly under her breath. She knew the next two weeks were going to be hell for her, especially since the one thing she was so good at was one thing she refused to do. Sing.
Ok thats chapter one. Hope you enjoyed it. Like I said at the beginning this fic was purely written for my sister who LOVES camp rock. Oh and yes the Jonas Brothers will be in it under their movie names. Even some love might spark. Anyways you guys know the drill. R&R tell me what you think.
DG