Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, Hannah Montana, or any of the characters in them. I do not own Kelly Clarkson. I do not own anything basically, except for the plot. That's all mine. Haha.

Just as a little author's note. I have been writing this while sick in bed, while camping. Nice combination, I know. So I have five or six chapters already written and basically the whole story planned out. And I am super excited for it. So it will be coming up pretty quickly. I really, really hope you like it. And I would also adore you if you review. Thanks soooo much!

He left.
He left me.
And his idea of keeping me safe while he was gone was not anything rational.
He didn't send Roxy to watch me, or even tell Jackson he had to come back from Tennessee for the summer to stay with me. Either of those tortures would have been preferable to this.
But, no. He just canceled all of Hannah's appearances and a few benefit concerts and handed me the brochure from some camp. That's right, my daddy packed up to leave for the whole darn summer, and is shipping me off to some camp for people who want to make it big in the music world. Ummm, hello? I already made it big in the music world. I am Hannah Montana for crying out loud. Why couldn't he just let me bunk up at Lily's?

The worst part about this whole ordeal is that for two and a half months, he didn't want me to be Hannah. Okay, I don't know what world it is my daddy lives in, but the hottest pop star on the charts who just got done filming her first movie, can NOT disappear from the face of the planet for two and a half freaking months. I don't think so. And so I took care of that situation. After my daddy's plane took off and Lily's mom had driven me back to my place where I was to catch the bus up to camp, I made a few phone calls. Sure, my daddy would be raging, but even that pie loving hillbillie couldn't stop me from across the world.

So, now I am in the back of my stretch limo, Hannah Wig on, in a gorgeous new dress with Doc Martin's. I know, I know, probably stupid of me to go to a music camp as Hannah Montana, but hear me out, I was going to be stuck at a camp without any of my friends, and besides, I couldn't sing in front of people as Miley. And so, I called up the director of this camp, Brown or something, and told him that Hannah Montana would just love to come to the camp this year as inspiration for the aspiring stars. So, now Miley Stewart is just a girl there for dancing, never to open her mouth and sing, and Hannah is here for me, for when I want to sing, and when I want to get nice things, like this limo versus the bus.

I got to the camp early, so as to make an appearance as Hannah before switching back into Miley mode. And as I stepped out of the door to the limo, a man rushed up and addressed me in a voice just dripping with a British accent that I recognized from the phone as Brown. "Hannah, Hannah, Hannah. The girl of the hour. I was so excited when we got your call. Lucky for us, none of the campers know yet, so we can spring the little surprise on them at tonight's jam. Deal?" I nodded vigorously. It gave me an excuse to disappear as Hannah for a while, as being out would sort of give away that surprise. "Alright then, right this way Miss Montana." He said walking off with a walk that seemed to have a spring in it no matter what his mood.

Eventually he led me up to a large cabin with a window and a deck looking out on the stunning lake the camp was built on. "Here's your cabin," he said handing me a key to the door. "I would close the blinds if I were you. We always get some crazies here. The jam's at seven at the big stage."

"Thanks," I said sincerely flashing him my best Hannah smile. Then as soon as he left the door, I opened my several large bags that the driver had already carried over while I was talking to Brown. Throwing my blonde wig into the Hannah bag, and the wig cap in as well. My long brown hair fell over my shoulders. It was wavy, as there really was never a point in straightening or curling it if it was just going to end up in the wig cap anyways. Then out of the Miley bag I pulled out a rather beaten up old backpack, that I had decided was nonchalant enough to pass as packing for camp as Miley Stewart. Sometimes leading a double life involved so much planning. Lucky Lily had been there to help tell me what was too over the top for going to camp. I pulled off my Hannah dress and shoes and slipped into a pair of dark wash jeans and a plain white T. This was decent, I dashed in front of the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair a couple times before throwing the backpack over my shoulder, and sneaking out the back door to the cabin and disappearing into the surrounding trees.

The woods were easy enough to sneak through back to the main entry of the camp. There were currently so many people getting off of buses and out of cars that I blended in instantly. However, I didn't fail to notice that there were exactly two limos among the other cars, and mine had already left. What was this? I hadn't heard of any celebrities attending this camp. But then again, I really didn't know anything about the camp, I couldn't even recall its name off the top of my head. Out of the first limo stepped a petite, if not a little tall, blonde girl who was quite over dressed and had a condescending look about her. As she got out of the back door, which she had waited to be opened for her, and general quiet fell over most of the teens, and they all seemed to be a bit awe stricken. I rolled my eyes. Who was this girl anyways? She was sure to be the Amber and Ashley of the camp.

Then, before the quiet had dissolved back into the normal bustle once more, the second limo opened, and three boys that I would recognize anywhere stepped out, Connect Three. I had met them once before a couple years ago as Hannah. I laughed quietly to myself remembering the scene. I had just barged into their recording studio before shouting out, "Sweet Mama it's the Grey brothers." The whole thing had turned into a mess from there that ended in us recording a song that never hit albums together. That was of course before Shane, the cute funny one, had went on his ego rampage. I hadn't seen or heard from the boys in years, but it was comforting to know that at least as Hannah I would know someone here.

A few girls screamed, pulling me out of my memory. The boys just smiled and waved, and were about to be swarmed by fans from what I could tell, before a short brunette came dashing across the way from a van that had just pulled up, and went flew straight into Shane's arms, before turning to hug each of the brothers. "I missed you guys so much." She exclaimed. Shane hadn't taken his eyes off of her since she had gotten there.

Their reunion that all eyes seemed to be on, was cut short as Brown's voice rang out, "Alright campers, here we are again for another year of fun and bettering ourselves as musicians. This year I am pleased to announce that not only have all three of my nephews returned to help teach, but we also have a very special celebrity guest. I daresay even more famous than Connect 3." I had pushed my way up to the front of the crowd by now. I saw Brown look over at the three boys standing slightly to the side of the stage and throw them a teasing smile. "But, it is a secret until tonight's jam when she reveals herself."

All around me, people were buzzing about this news. "He said she, maybe Tess' mom came."

"Yeah right, like TJ Tyler would waste her time at some camp. Besides, she is on tour this summer."

"Maybe it's Kelly Clarkson."

This brought about a burst of squeals from the excited girls, while a group of boys nearby just shook their heads. I was with them, it was ridiculous, but then again, I was the celebrity guest. I shoved my way through the mass of bodies until a reached the sign where the cabin assignments had been posted. Cabin M. Well that would be easy to remember, when I was Miley I went to cabin M. I giggled at my own little private joke before I made my way down to the cabin. When I opened the door, I was pleased to see that it was still empty so that I got my first pick of the beds. SCORE! I threw my backpack down on the bed nearest the window. I figured it made a better escape route to run off for Hannah things than the noisy door.

Just then, the small brunette girl who had been with the Grey brothers came bursting through the door followed by the blonde. They seemed to be bickering silently, but the second they saw me they stopped. The blonde was eyeing me in a way that made me feel like she was measuring up my potential with her eyes. I was about to tell her off before she even said a word to me, but the brunette cut in. "Hi," she said with a bright and wide smile. "I'm Mitchie."

I smiled back at her, not able to help myself from the warm way she seemed to greet me. "Miley." I said simply.

The blonde girl cut in with a snappy tone, "And who said you get the bed by the window. I need to be by the window. The fresh air works wonders on a person's voice, not that I really need the extra help."

I was quite annoyed by now. "Good," I said in the rudest tone I could muster. "If you don't need the extra help, then you don't mind that I took it. After all, I did get here first."

"Do you know who I am?" She asked me with a glare.

"Do I care?"

"I am Tess Tyler, TJ Tyler's daughter."

Good. Well, I am Miley/Hannah Montana, and I have beaten your washed out popstar of a mom out for exactly 12 awards. Not that anyone is counting. Of course, I couldn't say that, so instead I pulled up all the sarcasm I normally saved for Amber and Ashley and said, "Well I am Miley Stewart, and I don't care." And with that I sat right down on my bed and pulled out my phone. No service. Wonderful.

When I looked up, Tess had gone and Mitchie was just looking at me with a smile on her face. "Wow Miley. That was awesome. It really was. I wish I had had the guts to say that to her last year when I first met her, would have saved me a lot of trouble."

"Why?" I asked her. "What happened?"

She let out a sigh and sat on the bed next to me. "Let's just say leading a double life is hard."

I let out a small laugh. If only she knew.