I love my mom, I really do. But a nine hour drive listening to music from the 80s gets old after the first hour or so. But finally my house came into view as we turned down our street. I had long ago wished I had rode with my dad back, at least he listens to country music.

I had never thought that I would so happy to see my little hometown, Bell Buckle was like a breath of fresh air. I hadn't realized how much I loved it here until I returned. Or my mother's music choice was really getting to me. But whatever maybe the cause, I was thankful to be home.

"We're home!" I smiled, jumping out of the truck. I quickly got my things out of the truck and headed inside.

My parents laughter fallowed me up the stairs, not that I cared. I needed to call Shane, now. I didn't know you could miss someone so much. But I had never felt like this before either.

My room was just how I left it, purple walls, white bedding, and my instruments all over the room.

placing my guitar in its rightful place, I decided I would unpack the rest of my things, I fumbled though my purse trying to find my phone so I could call Shane and Caitlyn.

Finally finding the mobile device, I dialed Shane's number first.

I found myself pacing the bedroom floor as I waited for someone to answer on the other end of the line. Who takes this long to answer the phone? I thought to myself, realizing no one was going to pick up. I hung up before the voicemail could dash my heart into a million of pieces.

I sent him a text informing him that I was home safely and to call when he could.

Walking over to the bed I opened my suitcase; I needed to unpack before even thinking about going to the mall. I also needed to run by work and be placed back on the schedule.

Hitting play on the laptop, I allowed Shane's magical voice to fill my room, silently singing along to their latest hit before the whole stunt Shane had pulled. Year 3000 was everything Shane was against, it was so cookie cutter, but it was catchy.

slowly, I started the unpacking that I dreaded to begin. Packing never is something that bothers you, but unpacking after the exciting trips always is horrible.

A knock on the door turns my attention away from the task at hand, "Oh, hey, mom." as she stepped into my room, I knew something was wrong. She walked without a word over to the bed, sitting down patting the bed beside her. the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach grew as each passing silent moment drug on.

Minute after minute pasted in silence, she refused to speak as she played with her hands in her lap.

"Sweetie, your father and I talked, you won't be able to go to camp next year." and just like that, my heart crumbled. I tried not to let it show, I knew that I may not get to go back with everything happening.

Nodding my head, I hugged her, relief filled me. The way she was acting was like someone had died or something. "I figured. But thank you for the best summer of my life!" I smiled, hiding the disappointment the best way I could. "It was more than I could ask for."

Her stare as a little unnerving, "You sure you're okay?" I nodded my head.

"I'm okay, momma." I promised.

She stood, "Okay, I'm sorry again, baby." with that she left the room, leaving me once again by myself.

Laying down on my bed, I groaned. This day couldn't get any worse. First, I had to leave all my friends, I had to leave Shane, now I find out that I wont be returning to camp rock.

Wait, she was so happy when we left camp, brown had apparently gave her a raise and everything. All the way home that was all she talked about. something strange was happening, but what was it?

I don't know what was happening, I was so happy just this morning. then by nightfall everything seemed to be falling apart while I watched it helplessly.

I know, a very short chapter, to be honest about it, I'm not happy with it. it'll more than likely be taken down and rewrote before the story is finished. quick question, is anyone interested in the story? If so, please review... and as a gift from me to you, you'll get a short preview of the next chapter. if the story goes much longer without any reviews, I'll take it down.