Don't own camp rock and never will
What do you think when you think camp cabins? Bunk beds, log cabins, and scratchy blankets right? Well apparently not at Camp Star. The "cabins" are in this big building that looks like an office building and inside is even bigger. The word cabin hardly describes the rooms at Camp Star. They all feature full size beds with crisp white Egyptian cotton sheets and fluffed up purple comforters. Grey pillows and a sparkly silver blankets top off all the beds. I wrinkle my nose at the sight. I was never one for sparkles or sequins and Camp Star seems to be filled with them. I see a sequin lamp and sparkly purple shag rugs on the new wood floors. I throw my bags on the bed nearest to the door. The other faces the stage and who wants to wake up and see Dana playing your only escape. I notice someone already had their bags on the other bed anyway. I sit on the bed and stare at my fingers.
"So this will be your room! Your roommate should be around here, but we'll find her later." Dana said with a smile. She looked around the room proudly. I could she was the designer of the dorms. I gave her a tight smile. She looked around in a folder she had in her arms before pulling out a packet of papers. She held them out to me. I took them and flipped through. "This is your schedule and events calendar. It also has any other info you need. Of course you can always ask me. I'm right down the hall, number 1. Come on down whenever!"
"Yeah I'll be sure to do that." I said the sarcasm leaking out of my mouth. Dana didn't even notice, but at least I got a nice view of her gums. She waved before leaving. I wait until she closes the door, before I flop back on the bed. I felt like I was sinking into the mattress. I lay in this soft contraption until I heard the door open. I sit up and she a girl standing in the doorway of what must be the bathroom. She has long curly blonde hair and cute freckles. She sees me and her blue eyes fill with alarm.
"Is she still here?" She asks with a southern twang and I shake my head. I watched her sigh with relief. "Good she annoys me to death. I'm Danielle by the way."
"I'm Reese Pierce." I say. She smiles at me happily before crossing over to her bed. She sits cross legged facing me.
"Oh yeah Danielle Cross," She laughs. "So where are you from?"
"I'm from New York. My mom shipped me here for the summer. I now really hate her." I say and Danielle laughs again.
"Me too. About the mom thing though. I'm from Texas. My parents wanted to have a kid free summer so they shipped my brothers off to soccer camp and my little sister and I here." She says. "So what do you play?"
"I play the piano." I tell her, leaving out the whole concert pianist part. Unlike everyone else I don't need to brag about how freaking fantastic my life is.
"That's cool I'm a singer and I play the guitar. I'm like Taylor Swift, but way cooler and I'm actually from a southern state." I laugh with Danielle this time. She seems pretty cool so far and I like her accent. Danielle crosses over to a bag near the door and starts searching for something. She returns to her bed with a package of Oreos. I fix them with an envious stare. Danielle seems to notice and grins at me. "Want one?"
"Yes! Thank you!" I lunge for one and Danielle laughs. I don't care though as I separate both sides and lick the frosting off. I love Oreos. My mother never let me have them after I turned 12, something about keeping my figure. That didn't stop me though. Dana and I used to run to the Walgreens a few blocks away from school and buy a pack of Oreos. Double stuffed. I loved looking at the identical cookies all lined up. Dana would just eat them in like two bites, but I savored every moment. Danielle seemed to be doing the same thing.
"My mama bought me like a twenty million packs before we left. She says being pretty doesn't include letting people see all your bones!" Danielle said and rolled her eyes. I nod, but think about how my mom would disagree. We lapse into silence until a knock comes from our door. I answer it first. A girl with licorice red hair wearing a camp star counselor shirt smiles at me.
"Hey girls dinners in 15 minutes," She says.
"THANKS JADE!" Danielle yells. The girl flashes a quick smile before leaving. "That's Jade she super cool!" I just nod and start to put my shoes on. Danielle shoves her feet into a pair of pink rubber flip flops and leans against the still open door. I quickly finger comb my hair and follow Danielle. I see other girls walking down the dorm hall. I notice some look like Dana, stuck up with a hint of trying to prove them and of course I see people like me and Danielle. Girls who have the money to be here yet want to be everywhere else. I walk beside Danielle quietly. As we make our way out of the building I notice that it the huge stage is lighted and I see a few campers rehearsing.
"What are they doing?" I ask Danielle, gesturing to the stage. She looks as them briefly before rolling her eyes.
"That's Luke Wilson. He's like the star of camp. He's a good singer, but he's an even better dancer. Anyway their practicing for some competition against the camp across the lake," Danielle explains.
There's another camp across the lake?" I ask her. I didn't know there was another camp. Why would you build camp across from another which is probably another music camp?
"Yeah Camp Rock it's been around forever. Apparently Axel's old band mate owns the camp." Oh that makes sense of course Axel would want some fresh competition with an old rival. Reminds me of someone I know. I stop for a moment and watch them perform. The Luke kid he's good and so are the dancers behind him. I see Dana on the keyboard. She's smiling like she's have the time of her life. I can't stop staring at her teeth. I could count them from here. Danielle tries to pull me along, but I just watch mesmerized. I suppose that is the purpose of this little act. That camp across the lake will be totally surprised unless their stage also has fire shooting out of it. I notice Dana has seen me. She smirks and winks; I glare and let Danielle pull me away.
The dining hall is just as I imagined it would be: shiny. The look is supposed to be like a 50's dinner with the retro tables, chairs, and booths, which of course are purple and silver. I see a buffet line that has endless amounts of food. I stare at the food like it s true love. Danielle laughs at my reactions and leads me to diner. Once in line I see never ending amounts of everything I could ever want. I pile up my plate and follow Danielle to an empty both. I slide in and she sits opposite of me.
"So how long have you been here?" I ask her.
"About three days." She says. "It's been good except for Dana. All she does is strut around and invite boys to watch her 'play' her piano."
"She has her own piano?" I ask ignoring the look I get from Danielle. She must think I'm crazy because I care more about an instrument that what guys Dana is making out with. She answers any way though.
"Yeah a white baby grand, it hangs over the lake."
"It hangs over the lake?" I ask.
"Yeah it's like a suspended over the life on a platform. It's in view of Camp Rock. Dana said it was so the less talented could see what they were missing." Danielle scoffed. I could tell how disgusted she was by the idea. I would have to agree with her.
"That's really rude." I tell her and take a bite of my chicken.
"Yeah, but I also heard that the little performance that we are putting on is to rake in some of the good campers from Camp Rock." She said. That didn't make much sense. Why would you would someone who you think is less talented to be at your camp? It seems stupid, but knowing the Turners I can tell their plotting something. I try to think of anyone who might be at Camp Rock. A few girls in my English class last year kept talking about how Shane Gray was going to be at some music camp. He must be at Camp Rock then. I don't understand why someone as famous as he is would need to be at music camp.
"Is Shane Gray at Camp Rock?" I ask Danielle.
"Yep, his brothers are there too. I heard Dana tell some kid that she also wants two girls, Mitchie Torres and Tess Tyler." She says and leans back against the seat. I look out one of the dining room windows. It had a perfect view of the stage. I watch the overly produced number in wonder. What was the whole point of this? To get more campers, press, money? I zoned in on the little ant figure that was Dana. I guess my get on her good side rule was going to be broken. Axel wouldn't simply want more campers. He wanted to take them from the other camp owner. I form my mouth into a frown and turn back to Danielle.
"I think we should get back to our room." I say standing. Danielle stood with me. As we walked back I found myself almost feeling bad for the camp across the way. Being scorned by the Turners was never good. As soon I got back to our room. I brushed my teeth and changed into black sweatpants and a white v neck tee shirt. I collapsed onto my bed, which was amazingly soft even though it was still very gaudy. Danielle was on her computer watching Glee. I simply slipped into the covers and fell asleep. It was only nine, but I needed to rest from my tiring day.
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