Chapter One

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Mitchie Torres flipped her bright hair out of the way as she stepped out of the newly-polished bus. It was dark brown, with the words Camp Rock emblazoned showily on the side. It had taken her hours to get to the prestigious camp. She had arrived late and was soon lost in a flurry of students and their expensive haircuts. She blew self-consciously at her straggly bangs, slinging her guitar over her shoulder; as she picked up her single suitcase. Judging by the looks of the other students- and well, their luggage- she was the only one who had to pay for the camp herself. She stepped forward, red hair blowing daintily- she hoped- in the cool autumn breeze. Just then, she tripped over the tassels on her imitation Uggs, and fell headfirst into a shimmery blue top.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" A blonde- and owner of the top- whirled around and snapped at Mitchie.

"Um, sorry. I wasn't looking and just… tripped."

After giving her the good ol' up-down, the blonde smirked, noticing her non-designer skinny jeans. "Cute top," she sneered.

Not noticing her sarcastic tone, Mitchie grinned at her new green blouse. "Thanks I got it from…"

"Goodwill?" Without another word, the mean girl turned around again, and mouthed quite plainly to the Asian-looking girl behind her one familiar word – Loser.

Mitchie started to blush, but was soon interrupted by a bright-eyed brunette pushing through the crowd, dark hair bouncing like a shampoo commercial.

"Hey." She greeted Mitchie, and then turned to face the blonde, with a cavernous I-am-going-to-take-great-pleasure-in-destroying-you grin. "So Tess," Ah, so her name was Tess. "Did mommy give you a couple thousand bucks to buy yourself another friend?" She pointed at the Asian girl who was busy admiring her –admittedly flawless- complexion in a tiny pink compact. She looked up, with a look of intense surprise on her face. "Is this foundation too much?" She hissed.

"You sure know how to pick the smart 'uns." And grabbing Mitchie's wrist, slithered through the chuckling crowd, announcing that the air seemed too polluted over there and why don't they get to the front?

"Hey, thanks." Mitchie eventually stopped, taking the opportunity to pull away from the brunette's iron grip. "I owe you one."

"No problem. I'm always trying to find ways to piss Tess off. I'm Caitlyn. You're new, aren't you?" Caitlyn extended her right hand.

"Actually, I'm Mitchie. Nice to meet you."

Caitlyn shook Mitchie's hand vigorously, pleased. "Nice to know someone around here has a sense of humor. And don't worry about the wicked witch's smart ass comment. I think your top looks hot."

Mitchie furrowed her brows together in disbelief. After all, Caitlyn was the one wearing an authentic black bomber jacket.

"Well, I wouldn't wear it." She noticed Mitchie's expression and smiled. "But it looks totally awesome on you. Plus, I love your hair."

"Thanks. You have no idea how many bad red-head jokes I've heard. Tess looks familiar, do I know her?"

"You should, her mom's T.J Tyler." Caitlyn replied in a tone which would have been more appropriate to order a burger.

"No way!" Mitchie's mouth fell wide open. "She's won like a million awards! Which reminds me, Tess did open for one of her shows."

"With her rendition of a lame-ass Britney Spears song? Yes."

The two girls then giggled, and lifted their heads in time as the microphone screeched, and camp instructor Brown Cessario took the stage.

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"So. Who are you staying with? I've got a spare bed in my cabin. Just asking because they always make the new kids find their own roommates. It's insane."

"Actually, I would really like to room with you."

"Great!" Caitlyn grinned. "You know, I usually like the cabin to myself. My boyfriend sneaks over. But last year we kind of got busted by Brown and I worried about who I was going to room with. Good thing I found you. You're pretty cool."

Mitchie was relieved. She was never popular; instead, she was used to pointing, stares, and laughter. Having bold and sarcastic Caitlyn as a friend was a great joy as they chattered and walked back to the cabin.

"Okay. This is Percussion Cabin. Don't laugh, I know the name sucks." Caitlyn swung open the door to reveal a familiar curly head.

"Surprise." Nate Gray smirked, pulling Caitlyn into a bear hug, kissing her gently on her forehead.

"I missed you so much!" Caitlyn shrieked, kissing him back.

Mitchie sunk into a bright beanbag, dropping her luggage. Oh my goodness. Nate Gray is in the same room as me.

Caitlyn, eventually detached herself from her boyfriend, and threw a few of her bags at him. "Help me unpack, would you?"

Nate, stolid and quiet, started to unzip one.

"Oh no wait! Don't touch that one. Take this one." Caitlyn threw another rucksack at him. 'That one contains… personal articles."

"I don't even want to know." Nate tossed the bag back, and caught the other one, unpacking layers of neatly-folded jeans and shirts.

Mitchie however, sat silently in a corner, still very much star-struck. Caitlyn turned around. "Hey Mitchie… Mitchie?" She danced over, and flailed her arms in front of Mitchie. "Are you… okay?"

"Caity. You did tell her we were dating… didn't you?" Nate raised his right eyebrow expectedly at his feisty girlfriend.

Caitlyn's lips formed a perfect 'o', and she brought a manicured hand over her mouth. "Oops?" She offered, and ignored Nate's eye roll to drag Mitchie back up to her feet. "I am so sorry! I'm just so used to him around. Mitchie?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." Good, it speaks. Mitchie found her voice, and tugged her hair back again. "I'm Mitchie."

"I'm Nate." He extended his hand, but drew back again as Caitlyn slapped him on the wrist.

"She knows who you are stupid, thus, the mild heart attack?" She shook her curls, fluffing them into a loose updo.

"Right. Sorry."

"You're dumb." Caitlyn snapped good-naturedly.

"But I kiss well."

"Can you prove it?"

As the two leaned forward, Mitchie prepared to turn away, only to be interrupted by the cabin door slamming open.

"Nate, I need my straightener. Gosh, you two never take a rest, do you?" Shane Gray burst through the door, left side of his raven-black hair curling into a knot. Noticing Mitchie, he turned. "And who the hell are you?"

A/N: I hoped you guys liked the first ever chapter! I got some nice reviews the first time, so I'm asking for even more this time round! Tell me what you think!

PS: This story is not my first priority right now, which is currently Eighteen And Famous, my Nelena/Nalex story which will be coming to a wrap very soon.

Check that out, over here: fan fictio n. net/s/4912159/1/Eight een_And_Famous
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~Erin