Charlie's Story
Chapter One
My name is Charlotte (Charlie) Marie Torres. I was born May 24th 2010 and I am now almost sixteen years old. A lot of really big events have dramatically changed my life in the past few months. The school psychologist suggested I write it all down; she seems to think that it will help me to understand everything that has happened. So she has given me this notebook, here goes nothing. My story starts a few months ago just before summer break last year.
"Charlie! Time to get up, it's the last day of school!" I groaned wishing I could roll over and slip back into my wonderful dream. I had been just about to kiss the handsome prince, when my mother's voice echoed down the hall from the kitchen. But I was awake now and the handsome prince was long gone. I tossed the purple doona covers back with a sigh. I am not a morning person; never have been although my parents and older sister all are. I remember when I was much younger and my big sister would wake up and start singing along to a cd of songs she had written and sung her self. That was a long time ago though, my big sister Michelle is much older than me and hasn't lived at home since I was a kindergartener. Michelle lives in LA and has now recorded and released five albums three of which have gone platinum. You may have heard of her? Mitchie Torres? Sound familiar? It should she is an amazing singer. Everyone tells me I am really lucky to have her as my sister, I disagree, I barely get to see my sister and because of our age gap (of almost seventeen years!) we really can't relate to each other very well. Mitchie might as well be my aunt or an older cousin.
I dragged my self out of bed and towards the wardrobe after staring inside for a few minutes. I pulled out a scarlet red tank top and a pair of black jeans. I pulled my dark brown hair into a ponytail and applied a little eyeliner and some berry lip-gloss. Any more make up than that and my dad would most likely freak. He really doesn't like the idea that I was growing up. A few red and black bangles on my right arm and a simple silver band on my left ring finger, I had taken a purity pledge when I was thirteen after my parents had insisted it was a responsible and mature thing for me to do. I was never sure why it was so important to them; they hadn't even suggested the idea to Mitchie, when she was younger. Don't get the wrong idea its not like they made me do it. I wanted to; it was and is my decision, to say that I respect myself and my parents; enough to wait till I get married is a really strong and beautiful thing. Anyway back to the point of this story. I made my way to the kitchen where mom had a cheese omelette waiting for me. it smelt great! My mom is an amazing cook she is as good at cooking as Mitchie is at singing. She has her own restaurant where i help out, by waitressing three nights a week. I quickly dug into my breakfast. Reaching for my glass of orange juice I noticed that my parents hadn't started eating yet and were watching me.
"What's wrong?" I asked cautiously, returning my glass to its place on the table.
"We have a surprise for you" my father said although he looked a little worried.
"Your sister rang last night while you were asleep, (Mitchie always rang while I was asleep) she has been asked to be an instructor at a summer camp she went to when she was your age, she thought you might like to go and spend the summer with her at the camp, as a camper" my mom explained she had a smile on her face like she was excited but her brown eyes showed even more worry than dad's. I picked up a piece of bacon from the centre of the table with my fingers and took a bite, shocked that my parents hadn't even given me the 'you-know-you-shouldn't-be-doing-that' glare. I shrugged
"Ok" my mom smiled a little wider looking a little relieved yet even more worried at the same time. What ever was really going on it was big; my parents were acting really weird.
"So you will go?" my mother confirmed I nodded my head in response.
"What camp? I don't remember Mitchie ever telling me about a summer camp" I asked. Mom and dad shared a glance they thought I couldn't see.
"Camp Rock" my father said as mom gathered up our empty plates and took them to the sink.
"I am surprised she didn't mention it" he said coolly.
"Remember how badly she wanted to go, Connie?" he chuckled to himself. Mom nodded her head, her eyes glassed over as she slipped deep into a memory.
"She taped a brochure to my vacuum cleaner" she sighed shaking her head as she came back to the present.
"She had a great summer, that year and I am sure you will have a good time together, this summer" dad smiled handing me a brochure, with the words 'camp rock' across the front in bright letters.
"Oh goodness, look at the time! You will be late to school, we can talk more later, off you go!" my mother cried hurrying me out the door.
The last day of school before summer break is always so much fun. We get a free period to clean out our lockers then another period is cancelled for the end of semester assembly. As I walked into English one of my few classes for the day I was greeted with many hi's. One of the perks that come with having a famous sister everyone wants to be your friend. I took a seat and joined the conversation; everyone was talking about their plans for the summer. Most people were going on camps, while a few where stuck here with jobs or summer school to keep them busy.
"What about you Torres, what are you up to this summer?" Dylan Watson the coolest guy in my year and the one who always starred as prince charming in my dreams, asked me. I reached into my school bag and tossed him the brochure my dad had handed me that morning.
"My sister is going to be an instructor there and asked me to come spend the summer with her" I replied. He glanced over the name of the camp then grinned.
"No way Torres, Camp Rock? That's where I am headed this summer!" he cried excitedly his crystal blue eyes sparkling. Hey maybe dad was right, this summer could be the best summer ever! He returned the brochure to me.
"So your sister, is one of the instructors this year?" I nodded in conformation. Then the bell rang ending the discussion. Rats just when I was having an actual conversation with Dylan Watson! Oh well it looks like I will get to spend the whole summer with him! Yay!
AN: hope you enjoyed this chapter
please review and let me know if i should continue writing this story.
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