A/N: So I know it's been yonks since I've updated any of my stories and I'm so sorry about that. But if you've ever written something you'd know what it's like to have reality clash with your dreams and how you gotta battle it out and it may take forever - anyway!

I think I actually really like this plot. It's fun and easy to write as I can relate to it so much. So I hope you like it as much as I do. If you don't let me know and if you do...the same applies :) I'll further the title of this story later on when I get more time because this chapter and the next were going to be one but it looked too long so I just made it a bit easier to absorb.

Disclaimer: Any characters that are linked to Disney's Camp Rock are obviously not mine so no law suits please. And this story is in no way meant to be disrespectful to soliders if you perceive it that way; I admire and respect and love them with all my heart and if you knew me then you'd know this. It just merely shows life for the family of soldiers. Oh and any songs mentioned I always give credit for. Enjoy


"This is my temporary home

It's not where I belong.

Windows and rooms that I'm passing through.

This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going."

Temporary Home - Carrie Underwood

'Mitchie, you're gonna love me,' my best friend Sierra screeched as she came running down the halls of our school to greet me.

'Si, you really need to calm down,' I told my friend as she skidded to a halt in front of me whilst a few passersby gave her an odd look, 'otherwise people are gonna start thinking you're on crack.'

'But Mitchie you wouldn't believe what my parents gave me last night as my final birthday present!' She squealed as she grabbed my hands before jumping up and down.

I could not help but join my friend even though I did not know the news as I had never seen her like this before; my normally quiet, studious friend was squealing and jumping so fast that her tightly curled hair was sure to get tangled up into a big messy knot.

'Alright, alright, we've jumped and laughed; now tell me the news,' I said slightly puffed as we stopped jumping after a couple more seconds.

'So you know how you're leaving tomorrow?' Sierra started and I quickly rolled my eyes as I shifted my shoulder bag higher up on my shoulder.

'Don't remind me – I mean seriously Dad, I get it's your work and I'm extremely proud of you and all that but do you have to move me to a whole other -'

'Mitch, really?' Sierra interrupted me with her hands placed firmly on her hips and her left eyebrow raised – a clear sign she was lacking her usual patience.

'Oh right – you – big news. Go.'

'Thank you. Now like I was saying my parents that you and I should have this big shebang,' she began and I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to muffle the laughter at her choice of words, 'to celebrate my birthday again and to say bye to you.'

'Wow; something happy and something morbid…sounds enticing,' I remarked sarcastically though quickly stepped back when Sierra gave me the same look she had before, 'sorry but you should really be used to my big mouth by now.'

'That's beside the point, do you want to know my big fantastic present or not?' She demanded as she flipped her thick curly mop off of her shoulder.

'Yes! So would you hurry up and tell me before my brain thinks of something else to blurt out?'

'We're going to Connect 3's final concert!' Sierra squealed as she started jumping up and down again whilst I stood there confused at how I would find that exciting and enticing. 'Oh come on, Mitch, it's gonna be abso-freaking-tastic!'

'You do realise who we're talking to right?' I asked as I ran my hands through my side fringe.

'C'mon girly, haven't you heard all the news around this tour. I mean remember that rumour that ticket buyers had to sign some contract agreeing to no cameras and not being able to leak news to gossip sites and all that?' she asked as if I knew exactly what she was talking about.

'Nope,' I answered with a smile as she shot me a glare.

'Well,' Sierra began as she hooked arms with me so that we could start walking to our homeroom, 'it turns out that rumour was a fact as Mum and Dad had to sign one for our two tickets. You realise what that means, right?'

'That you're parents got ripped off for an overly priced night that we can't even take photos of to remember the horrible event?' I replied with raised eyebrows.

'No,' she muttered as she nudged her shoulder against mine, 'it means something big is going to happen when I say big, I mean big.'

'Sierra, honestly, wouldn't you rather take one of your fanatic cousins? You know I don't really have a particular liking to that band,' I said as we stopped outside of our classroom.

'Please Mitchie; we probably won't see each other in, like, forever so just come. I mean…for me? Think of it as if you come then I owe you big time.'

'Fine…but am I allowed to mock Shane Grey's hair flicks?'

'No.'

'Fine.'

'You sure you don't want me here to help finish packing the last few things, Dad?' I asked as I looked through my wardrobe in an attempt to find something to wear for the concert tonight.

'Go have fun, sport, Matt and I can do the packing,' My Dad said as he leaned against my bedroom door frame.

'Yeah Mo; you go have fun with those screaming teenyboppers while I'm stuck here packing up your junk,' my twin brother, Matthew, replied sharply from where he was lying on my bed; one of the last things that still occupied my almost empty room.

'Matty, it's not my fault that bimbo of yours broke up with you because she couldn't figure out that you don't need a special phone to call someone in another state,' I shot back as I grabbed a pair of tight, skinny black jeans before throwing them over my head and onto my bed.

'Jesus, I'm not your laundry basket so I'd rather you not try and blind me with one of those stupid studs on your jeans!' My brother grumbled and when I looked over my shoulder I realised that they must have hit them on the face.

'My bad?' I offered before turning my attention back to my wardrobe to find the last article of clothing I needed for tonight; shoes.

'Matt don't be so hard on your sister; it's not her fault we're moving,' Dad told my brother.

'Yeah that'd be yours,' Matt shot back darkly and I quickly spun around in shock at what my brother had just said.

My head turned back from my Father to my Brother as I watched the silent glares they were both shooting at each other. My Dad eventually gave in with a deep, ragged sigh before turning and walking back down the halls; the scuffing of his feet against the timber floorboards echoing throughout the quiet house. I marched over to my bedroom door and slammed it shut before turning on my Brother.

'What the bloody fuck was that about?' I hissed as I walked across the room.

'What? It's not like you weren't thinking it and – Ow!' he exclaimed in pain after my palm connected with the side of his head.

'What's happened to you? I mean you've always had a "superior than thou" attitude but you never used against your family. I can't believe you just said that to Dad…' I trailed off in disgust as I watched my brother give a tired groan before covering his face with his hands.

'I don't know what's happening to me…I'm just over moving every couple of years.'

'You think I like moving? You think it's gonna be fun for me to leave Sierra? You're not the only one that's affected by Dad's job y'know?' I said darkly as I sat down at the edge of my bed.

'Why couldn't he have just gone and fought in another country like he did years ago? At least we wouldn't have to move,' my brother said quietly though I clearly heard it.

I jumped up from my bed, grabbed his arms and with all the strength I could muster I pulled my twin up from my bed and pushed him away from me, 'get out.'

'What?' he asked; his eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

'Get out of my room,' I said as calmly as I could despite the fact that my blood was practically boiling with what he just said.

'Mo -'

'Don't "Mo" me; you're not my brother. The Matty I grew up with and loved would have never said that about Dad.'

'I didn't mean it,' he quickly apologised though I only shook my head as I stepped closer to him before pressing my hands against his back in an attempt to push him out of my room.

'Yes you did now get out of my room, please,' I added quietly as I felt tears sting my eyes.

I stepped in front of Matt and grabbed the doorknob and yanked it open as I waited for him to leave; not even bothering to look at him as I did not want him to see the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes. When I finally heard him leave I shakily closed the door before returning to my bed and picking up the clothes that lay on it.

I slowly got dressed as the tears rolled down my cheeks and although I was thankful that I had not put my make up on yet I was starting to think that they would never cease; leaving my body all dried up and shrivelled on the floor.

By the time I had pulled my oversized, washed out grey 'Highway to Hell' t-shirt on along with my black skinny jeans and black combat boots, my tears had finally stopped and my face was relatively dry. With a deep breath to reassure myself that there would be no tears, I walked over to my dresser and scrimmaged through the few pieces of makeup that I had not packed into a big, brown box.

Deciding to play it safe, I applied a layer of foundation and a thin line of black eyeliner and after a few flicks of my mascara I decided that I was good to go. I was about to walk out of my room when I felt like I had to do something. I quickly glanced down at my chunky black studded watch to see that I had enough time to do my hair, so I grabbed a few bobby pins and stuck them in my mouth before taking a few pieces of hair from each side and pinning them together at the back of my hair. I then pumped a couple squirts of one of my favourite 'beach hair' products into my hands and scrunched the product into the ends of my hair to give it more curl. Deciding that I was ready to go I made my way over to door making sure to grab my black shoulder bag on the way.

As I headed down the stairs I could hear the front doorbell ring and inwardly groaned as I my stomach started doing flip flops for some unknown reason; it was almost like it was trying to tell me something bad was going to happen.