Author's Note: I have not typed up a story in a very long time. So please forgive me for mistakes. Review...
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My mother has always been the perfectionist. It was her who believed that there was no such things as flaws. No such thing as mistakes. Which caused a space between us. My sister is a artistic college student. She keeps strong opinions about abstract. My mother and sister are very simular and very close. I have never heard of a disappointment from my sister. She was the perfect daughter. She was pretty, popular, and insanely intelligent. I would often wander the base of my mind trying to find her deep side. I realize it is impossible.
I have often felt I was mistreated. Neglected? No. That is the wrong word. I refused to give into a miserable life. I was given a beautiful mother and inspiring sister. I had to accept that. But my life had a big puzzle piece missing. I felt lost. Although I kept an excellent grade point average, I was never as smart as my sister. I was never as athletic either. My mother chose my friends. And chose my family. And chose my life. Everything was controlled. I knew she never did it on purpose. This is not one of those Cinderella stories. I have always felt my life was a Cinderella story reversed. As a child I was extremely happy. The man in my life was gone. My father. He would read me stories and play with me as a child. With my mother I was always treated as an adult.
It was a sad story. I was only six. He was murdered. The man who killed my father was put behind bars. But the case was never truly put to justice. I never knew the story. My mother and sister would just deny it. Deny his existence. And then...He truly disappeared.
My name is Tess Tyler. I have lived with my mother for two years. I have always gone to this clichéd camp called Camp Rock. I left it immediately after this Mitchie girl took over the camp. I had no friends. I was a miserable wreck. I always questioned myself. My mother is a famous actress. I used to admire her work as if I was her biggest fan. But there came a point in my life when I wanted to be a daughter. I never carried her goals on my back. I never revealed my skin.
I was fourteen years old the day I moved out. It was a risky thing to do. My grandparents lived in a town in Pennsylvania on my father's side. I knew they did not acknowledge my presence. I knew they had hated my mother. But I wanted a start. A fresh new start.
Author's Note: OK. So this is a very different Tess. And you will see why and how. The rest of the Camp Rock crew may or may not be presented later throughout this story. The next chapter deals with her moving .This is just for the first chapter.
I know it does not make sense yet. But be pacient. This is a vague introduction.
-SweetSmiles16