Hey guys so I wanted to write a new story and came up with this! I don´t own a thing but I am really excited!
Hi. My name is Hayden Geller and I don´t have a father. Or at least, not one that I know. My mother had me when she was seventeen and has never spoken a word about my dad.
He must have done something terrible to have my mom hate him so much. She doesn´t hate anybody, not even Mrs. Ramirez who tells her daughter that my mother is a slut.
I´m twelve and I want to meet my father. I cant afford to hire some private investigator to find him. So I´ve decided to be my own investigator. Last night while she was out I walked into my mom´s room and looked through her memory boxes. She´s really organized so everything is categorized by year.
Approximately around the time I was conceived she had attended some camp called Camp Rock. I looked it up on the internet and it´s run by some old guy who was some famous musician back in the day: Brown Cesario. It looks like she knew Margaret Dupree! The famous Margaret Dupree! It´s hard to believe.
She knows all these people and it´s just crazy. I went and talked to Nana and all she didn´t say anything about it, just that while she and Papooh sang on some ship together my mom went to camp each summer. School just ended for me so I´ve decided that this summer I´ll meet my dad, and I would do that by going to Camp Rock.
This morning I logged onto Mom´s laptop and checked out the camp. It was still up and running to this day and looked really cool. I´ve always been pretty musically talented, I´m a singer and dancer and my Mom´s paid for me to have some pretty nice training.
We´ve never had problems with money because my mom is a really successful music producer. We live on our own in a New York loft and it´s awesome. But sometimes, it got a little lonely. My mom walked in and I clicked out of everything except the Camp Rock page.
¨What are you doing Hay?¨ She looked over my shoulder and seemed to freeze momentarily. I turned around to face her with a bright grin.
¨Look at this cool camp that Melissa´s going to! Isn´t it sweet?¨ I pointed to numerous things all over the site. Mom stood up quickly and closed the link.
¨Dinner´s ready Hayden.¨ She turned on her heel and set out two plates of food in front of us.
¨Looks good Mom.¨ I smiled at her and she ate silently. She was definitely sensitive about Camp Rock and it was stupid to bring it up so quickly. ¨I´m sorry.¨ I muttered.
¨It´s fine Hayden. Camp Rock looks very nice, I bet Melissa will have a great time.¨ She smiled at me picked up her plate, rinsing it off in the sink.
¨Yeah that´s what I thought too...¨ I was going to push this as close to the edge as I could without falling off. ¨And Melissa said she doesn´t know anyone who´s going there this summer.¨
¨What a shame.¨ I could tell Mom knew where I was taking this but one of the things I love about her is that she lets me finish what I start.
¨Yeah...So I was thinking maybe I could g-¨
¨No Hayden.¨ She said finally. She walked swiftly out of the room into her own bedroom, the chain she always wore around her neck bouncing as she walked. I threw my hands up in exasperation and turned on the television.
Eventually I found a way around my mother´s rules. I told her that Tricia and her family had invited me to their summer house and took out the necessary money I had saved from birthdays and Christmas from the bank. I kissed her goodbye and got on a plane that would take me to Camp Rock.
I felt bad, having deceived my mother. But I couldn´t believe I was going to Camp Rock. I was going to find my father this summer, I was determined.
Now you may be wondering how a twelve year old girl raised by a single woman could pull all this off. Well let´s back track. I´m smarter than everyone in my grade and the grade above me. I´ve got advanced computer skills and my mom says I´ve got spunk like her, whatever.
I have curly dark brown hair that frames around my face and I have the same delicate body structure as my mom but my eyes aren´t hers. I´ve sang since I could talk and danced since I could walk, the singing must have come from my dad.
I walk into Camp and it´s beautiful. Everyone around is talking and laughing, clearly they know each other but my eyes go straight to one of the counselors. His eyes mirror mine and I stop dead in my tracks. He doesn´t notice me but he´s busy talking to two other counselors, strumming his guitar.
My eyes went straight to what was in his hand, the pick. It was one that I had found months ago hidden in my mother´s bedside table. Or it looked like it at least. I felt myself walking towards him and one of the counselors next to him nudged him with a broad smile.
¨Hey Nate I think you´ve got a camper crush.¨ Shane laughed. Nate looked over and saw a girl staring at him. He stifled a laugh and waved at her.
I ignored the wave and turned around walking into the crowd of people, straight towards Melissa. ¨Lissa! I found him! I think I found my dad!¨ I whispered hurriedly.
An overly hyper woman walked on-stage, introducing the counselors. ¨That´s him!¨ I whispered pointing at him. Nate noticed and smiled down at me.
¨I think I´m looking at my dad.¨