Hi! I'm dustymew. I am writing my first story! Please go easy on me when it comes to reviews. Please?! Also I need a reader's name or user name I can use in the story (you'll be nick's love intrest) so reivew me if you want in!

Any who... um yeah that's it! Here's the first chap.!

Btw I don't own camp rock

Why does all the bad stuff happen to me?! I mean I do have some good luck every now and then but I never expected this! My name is Mitche Torres and today I have work education. Every senior has

to take the stupid class. I say it's stupid cause most of my friends end up in the nerd class and i'm in the

popular class. I've been dreading this class all morning. Why? Cause today we chose what volunteer

center thing we have to go to for a whole 2 weeks. I got off of the stupid, boring, and pointless math

test to come to this class. What a great way to start off the morning! I sat down and looks around. Then

he walked in. OK picture a California surfer put him in New york city, give him blue eyes and BAM

you have Igor (I know that's a stupid name but if you saw him you would die!). He goes and sits next

to Amy. I sigh in disappointment but I get cut off Mr. David. He's wearing a huge sombrero, complete

with a fake mustache. Then we get to the interesting part.

"today we learn what place you'll volunteer at" he says with a big smile. I swear he makes some thing

so bad and horrible and make you laugh. He passes out some paper and tells us to write our names on

it. Then takes another 2 min trying to get the hat off. We walks around with a small base ball cap and

puts our names we mixes the "job hat" and "name hat" and begins to read out names and then the jobs.

"Amy... soup kitchen" he says and goes on reading more names. SCORE! I can already picture Amy in

a hair net! Then I hear my name.

"mitchie.... Drug rehab/ sex rehab" Oh my god. I turned 3 shades of red. Great just great, now i'm

gonna have to spend 2 straight weeks with crack heads! He can't be serious! After class he gives me

the times I start and end the work thing. I read my time table: start 9:00 am – end 5:00 pm. I sigh again

and slink out of the class room to go home.

My entire ride home I wonder how I'm gonna tell my dad what i'm gonna do for 2 weeks. I come up with 3 speeches/ excuses and rule it down to 1. I pull up in my rusty old car that is WAY past due for a cleaning and engine cleaning. It dies down and I hop out and slam the door. I don't know why some teacher chose "drug/ sex rehab" for volunteer work. And not only is it adults, but teens! My age! Crap now I'll have all the sex rehab people trying to flirt with me! I start on monday. I'ts friday. CRAP!

I tell my dad about the bump in my life and he's response? Cool. Cool?!

My life is over officially.

So did you like it? I'll update tommarrow I promise!

~dustymew