As I sat at a lunch table far back in the corner of the room, my eyes were glued to my book I held in front of me. I tuned into the romance that played before me in the pages of my favorite romance novel rather than the chattering that went on around me. It's a known fact that if I got into a book, I would not pay attention to anything else or anybody else. I have read this book about, what, five times in this past week – not counting last week or the week before. I find it satisfying to read about someone else's romance since, knowing my parents and me, I couldn't have one. It's, like, physically possible for me to have any form of romance in my life because of my parents are so overprotective and I'm basically stuck in the house 24/7, so I stick with what I have, which are books.

"My gosh, Jules," A familiar voice said, causing me to look up from my favorite, awaited, love scene, eyeing the brunette, "How many times have you read this book already?"

"Plenty, thank you," I replied and turned from Mitchie to the second of my only friends, who sat beside Mitchie. "Hi, Sierra."

"Hey, Julia," The sandy haired girl smiled, putting down her books on the table.

It wasn't that I was ignored throughout my years of living or anything like that, I just find it hard to talk to people. Mitchie found it upon herself to force herself upon me – figuratively speaking, of course – to talk to me and Sierra is her best friend.

"Anyway," Mitchie started, "Jules."

"Yes ma'am?"

"Are you doing anything this summer?" Mitchie asked.

"No..." I answered with a tone of uncertainty as to where Mitchie was going with this. She knew I never did anything or went anywhere in the summer, so why was she asking? "Why...?"

"I want you to come to Camp Rock with me." She grinned.

I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Not this again..." Mitchie had asked me about this many times before and I hadn't changed my answer since the first time.

"But, Jules, here me out." I could tell Mitchie wasn't about to give up anytime soon, so I nodded lazily, signaling her to continue. "You just said you weren't doing anything during the summer. And I have told you many times you have a great voice and you would do so well in Camp Rock. And most importantly, I can't spend another summer without one of my best friends—" I cut her off.

"Why don't you ask Sierra then? I'm sure she has nothing to do."

"Actually," Sierra entered the conversation, "I have to go out of state to visit family and I'm not coming back until the week before school starts again. There's really no point in me going. You,on the other hand, aren't going anywhere."

"Did you all team up against me and are planning to take me against my will?" Mitchie smiled, sheepishly. "Mitchie, I've already said this before: I'm not singing in front of people. Never will and never have – you just ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time. And besides, my parents can't afford it."

"But that's where you're wrong," Mitchie smiled, widely, "I got my mom to persuade her bosses to allow you to help out in the camp's kitchen for a discounted price too! So, now there's no way you can't go!"

"How long were you planning this?"

Mitchie shrugged, "Don't know. Couple of weeks, maybe? So, will that be a 'yes'?" She asked, her eyes shimmering with hopefulness. She clasped her hands together and brought them up to her chin with a pout. "Please?"

I narrowed my eyes at Mitchie, trying not to give in, but realized that wasn't working. Apparently, she put much work into getting me to go, so I couldn't let her work go to waste. All I can do now is to find ways to not sing at the camp I had been hearing non-stop about.

I sighed, giving up and Mitchie squealed, clapping her hands. "Thank you!" Mitchie awkwardly moved over to my side, I couldn't help but laugh. She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly, "I promise you won't regret it."

I had a strong feeling in my gut that I would.