I am so glad that you guys like this so far! I was going to way until tomorrow to post this, but there's some family drama and I just needed an escape, so I decided that updating what something I wanted to do!

So, I just want to clear something up. Mitchie and Shane were dating at the time the prologue took place. I know the question is "If Shane and Mitchie were dating, why didn't she tell Shane?" Well, you're going to find out! Just not right now. No, in this chapter, you're going to see what exactly became of Mitchie now that her father has passed away. So, enjoy this chapter!


"Mitchie! Up! Last day of school!" my mom called up to me, pulling me out of my dreamless slumber. I pulled the blankets off of me and forced my feet to hit the floor. I pulled myself up and walked listlessly to my closet. I looked inside and saw the dark collection of clothes I had. After the wake, Sierra and I had done a bit of retail therapy. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea because my whole world revolved around black, but swiping the hell out of my deceased father's credit card definitely felt good. It had almost been worth the four hour lecture my mother gave me about taking advantage of my father's memory.

I had basically shut down after that confrontation. The thought that I had taken advantage of his memory was not something I wanted on my conscious. I hadn't had a real conversation with my mother since that day. I refused to have a real conversation with her. I alienated myself from the world. It was better that way. I couldn't get anybody else hurt that way.

I saw, hidden away in the very back of my walk-in closet, my guitar and piano. I bit my lip lightly. I had stopped playing. I vowed that I would never play again. I would never sing again. After all, music is what got me into this mess. It was a simple solution. Never play. Never sing. It was probably the cowardly solution, but it was also the simple solution. So there they sat, gathering dust for the spiders to hide in.

I wordlessly pulled out a black tube top and a black pair of torn skinny jeans. I looked at my dresser of accessories and decided on my black feather earrings and black and silver bangles. I looked at the outfit, feeling that something was missing. I quickly disappeared into my closet and pulled out a cropped leather jacket. I smiled to myself at my excellent fashion sense. I quickly grabbed my stiletto booties that had studs in the front and quickly began dressing myself and doing my normal smoky eye makeup. Within minutes, I was descending the staircase with my aviators placed on the top of my long black locks.

I entered the kitchen and opened the cupboard and pulled out a granola bar. I turned and saw my mother looking at me with a disapproving look.

"Do you need something Connie?" I asked, the usual venom in my tone.

"You're not going to school wearing that," she said.

"Like hell I'm not. I'm gonna wear whatever the hell I please," I said, opening up the granola bar. I took a small nibble off of the edge and leaned against the counter.

"Mitchie, don't do this," she said, getting frustrated.

"Don't do what? Don't deny your authority? Well guess what mom! I'm a teenager! That's what we do!" I exclaimed, a smart-ass smirk on my face.

"What happened to you Mitchie? Where's the little girl who used to smile and wear more than just black?" she asked me softly. My smirk fell as I saw her sad eyes and I felt vulnerable for a small second. But as soon as the vulnerability settled in, the wall came rushing back up.

"She died with her father," I said curtly. I pushed past her and quickly exited the house. I wordlessly climbed into my father's old pick-up truck and pulled out my Droid and quickly sent a text to Sierra telling her that I was just leaving and would be there in approximately five minutes. I turned the key in the ignition and felt the truck purr to life. I quickly shifted to reverse and made my way out of my driveway as fast as humanly possible without hurting myself or the car.


"Hey Mitchie. How are you this morning?" Sierra said as she opened the door. She took in my wardrobe and the tear streaks on my cheeks and looked at me concerned.

"What happened Mitchie?" she asked concerned as she climbed into the truck.

"Mom. She was really angry at me this morning for leaving dressed like this," I said. Just because I was forever angry at my mother didn't mean that I didn't value her opinion. In fact, if she hadn't asked me what had happened to me, I probably would have changed my shirt and shoes, but nope. I had to turn it into a fight.

"Did you guys fight again?" she asked cautiously. I shrugged lightly.

"A bit, but not like usual," I said. Sierra nodded and looked at me seriously.

"Let's go to the beach. I'll go grab a couple suits and towels and we'll just blow off our last day," she suggested. My jaw dropped at this suggestion.

"Sierra, we have to go to school. You need to take your finals," I said. She shrugged.

"I'll pass whether I take the final or not, and I know you will too. I remembered your straight A report card. If I'm not careful, you're gonna end up beating me for valedictorian next year," she said, a playful smile on her face. I smiled at her lightly.

"Thanks Si, but we should just go to school," I said.

"No! We need to just go to the beach. Now don't go anywhere. I'll be right back," she said as she got out of the truck again. I sighed and waited for her, knowing there was no use in it. I turned the car off and climbed out. If I was going to the beach, I was not going wearing these clothes. I wordlessly began making my way to her house, noticing that her parents weren't home. I opened the front door and immediately saw her trying to fit all her beach stuff into a small bag.

"Where are your parents?" I asked. She shrugged.

"They went on vacation with Matthew," she said simply. Matthew was her thirteen-year-old brother who could not, under any circumstances, be left alone. He was trouble with legs.

"Well let's just hang here then. You've got a pool. We can just chill here," I said.

"What about your truck?" she asked. I bit my lip. My mom always drove past Sierra's house on her way to work. If she saw my truck it would mean instantaneous grounding for the next year.

"Is there space in your garage?" I asked. Her eyes lit up.

"Yes! Perfect! Mitchie, you are a genius!" she exclaimed. I laughed lightly and quickly ran back to my truck. As soon as Sierra opened the garage, I started the truck and drove forward, being careful to not get too close to her mom's car. I gave her a thumbs up and killed the engine. She quickly closed the garage and grinned at me.

"How does it feel to not be in school?" she asked.

"Wonderful!"


"Mitchie, I'm bored," Sierra whined an hour later.

"This was your idea Si," I reminded her. We were lying lazily out by Sierra's pool, trying to kill the time.

"I know! Why didn't you talk me out of it?" she asked playfully. I laughed lightly. I stood up from my chair and stretched.

"I'm gonna go and get something to drink," I announced as Sierra continued lying on the pool chair. I could tell she was dozing and wouldn't be happy to be forced to move just to get me something to drink. I wordlessly made my way into her house and began looking through the cupboards for a cup when I stumbled upon something that I shouldn't have. I pulled the clear bottle down and looked at the label. Vanilla vodka.

A small grin crossed my face as I found what I had been deprived of for the past few months. My mother had found me passed out with a whole bottle of vodka and immediately rid the house of anything with alcohol. Even the hand sanitizer!

I opened the bottle and brought it to my lips. I tipped my head back and the familiar and comforting burn of the alcohol soothed my parched throat. I sighed contently and continued to drink from the bottle.

After only minutes, I brought the bottle to my lips again only to be met by an empty bottle. My face paled a little. I had drank a whole bottle of vodka…in only minutes. I looked down at the bottle and immediately knew that Sierra would kill me if she knew. I filled the bottle up with water and replaced it in the cupboard. I began stumbling out to the pool again. I made my way to my seat once again and plopped down, catching Sierra's attention.

"What took you so long?" she asked. I shrugged lightly.

"I was really thirsty," I lied. She looked at me skeptically. She sat up and got right up in my face. Her eyes widened in realization.

"You didn't!" she exclaimed. I looked at my hands in shame. Sierra stood up and stormed inside. I stood to follow her, but lost my balance and fell back onto the chair. She came back out, holding my clothes. She quickly threw them at me, ordering me to get dressed. I wordlessly followed her orders. I watched as she grabbed my keys.

"I'm taking you home," she said curtly. I finished dressing and followed her quietly to my truck. The car ride to my house was short but silent. We pulled into the driveway and I immediately noticed my mom watching us.

"Girls? What are you doing home so early?" she asked. Sierra looked at me and then quickly turned back to my mom.

"We only had one final today, so we left early and went back to my place…but I didn't keep my eyes on her long enough," she said, throwing me under the bus. My mom's eyes widened in anger.

"Michelle!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry!" I replied automatically.

"I'm going to go home. Goodbye Ms. Torres. Mitchie," she said and began walking back to her house. I looked back at my mother who was gesturing me inside. I solemnly entered the house and saw two suitcases.

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.

"Not me. You," my mom said. I spun around and looked at her. That had quickly sobered me up.

"What?" I asked, fear coursing through my veins.

"You are going to Camp Rock. Mitchie…I can't cater and keep my eye on you all summer. I just can't do it mija. So Brown has agreed to let you attend Camp Rock on a full ride scholarship," she said. I felt my blood boil.

"Are you serious?" I asked, anger filling me up. I laced my fingers through my hair as I felt my world crashing down upon me.

"Yes Mitchie," she said quietly.

"You're shipping me off so you don't have to be my parent?" I asked in disbelief.

"Now I never said that!" she said in anger.

"Yes you did! You can't watch me! You think I need a babysitter! Brown is going to be my babysitter!" I spat.

"Mitchie, this will be good for you! I promise!" she said.

"Who is he?" I asked suddenly. My mom's eyes widened in confusion.

"What?" she asked.

"The guy you're sleeping with! Who is he?" I spat.

"Mija, there is no guy," my mom said, trying to reassure me.

"Liar! You're sending me away so you can be with him without having any reminders of Dad!" I exclaimed. My mom looked at me in shock.

"Is that what you think this is? A plot to erase your father from my life? Mitchie, I didn't want him to leave our lives, but it's what happened! You aren't the only one who lost someone Mitchie! I lost my husband!" she screamed. I looked at her with anger in my eyes.

"I wish it was you instead of him," I said quietly before storming away. But I didn't get away fast enough. I saw the look of pain and betrayal in her eyes. I threw myself onto my bed and curled up on it, sobbing myself into another dreamless sleep.


Things are tense between mother and daughter (much like in my own household) and Mitchie is assuming things. Does she have a reason to think her mother is seeing someone new? Is Connie doing the right thing in shipping Mitchie off to Camp Rock? Where the hell is Shane and the gang during all of this? All will be answered as we delve deeper into The Camp Rock Circus! Do do do do do do do do do do...

I'm certain that nobody caught that reference and if you feel you must learn what it is, go to YouTube and look up "Rhythmic Circus: Feet Don't Fail Me Now - Official Promo" It's this tap dancing and the promo is kind of long, but it's totally worth it to consider getting tickets to one of their shows. They're from my home state and I know the blonde, curly haired bass player in the band who taps with the dancers sometimes, and it's a fun, upbeat show that I absolutely love seeing. Check 'em out!

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Love you all!
Tianna