Cold, alone, Dark. That's how the dance room was. Only a girl sat there, staring at herself in the mirror, with strings of her hair blocking her eyes to see a good image of herself. She didn't remove them from her face, she left them here, She thought of it as a broken, old image of herself. She thought it was the new her. She didn't know that if the new her was a good thing or a bad thing. How can she know? Her mind was blocked with him. Him is a jerk. Him is self-centered. Him was the only one she loved. She didn't help but notice that she was crying until she felt something burning on her cheek's. She bite her lip, looking down to her stomach, breathing heavily.

With every burn of stinging tears that I cry, Chad Dylan Cooper will know what he has created. He will one day die a old, lonely man, regretting everything that has happened. Just one thing to Chad Dylan Cooper. Fuck you very much.

You will know the story later. But what I am about to tell you now is that this story may be a story that you may never forget…

But right now, Mitchie Torres is just a stupid broken girl in love


Author's note's:

Smitchie VS. Cmitchie.

I am not handle or anything that will happen in this story. Nothing on this story is true. Just saying if you didn't know.

I know short. I just can't think of much for the prologue cause I don't want to give a lot away.

This story is going to be dark and deep. Deeper then even a story I have done in my life!:D I'm so excited!! Yay! haha. so I would love some help and support from you guys(: haha

I know I'm new to FanFiction (Kinda) and well, if it's not TO much to ask, can you guys tell people about this FF? Please? I'll credit all of you guys(:

-Melissa