Viola, you have 2-3 chapters to read! Yup, I posted 2 chapters at the same time...I know you all love me for it! Lol no, just read and enjoy

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"I should start fairly early...Hi, I'm Mitchie" I said, knowing I wanted to go all the way back to when we first met.

"Hi, I'm Shane" He said, guessing it would go smoother if he just listened instead of taking it like a joke...or maybe he really did want to listen, I could never really tell about him.

"My mom is a caterer, my dad owns a hardware store. When they decided to expand the store, and my mom's business started to get off the ground, I happened to want to come to Camp Rock. My parents couldn't afford it, though, and I didn't hold them responsible, because I knew how expensive it was to come here. I had gone to school, where I hadn't cheered up, and when I came home 5 hours later, from working, they surprised me with this job as the caterer for the camp, and me being able to take classes while helping in the kitchen, and I was ecstatic...until I went to the Opening Night Jam, and met Tess, and for once, I just wanted to be popular, just once I wanted to know what it was like to have everyone's eyes on me...and I didn't even get that. Being friends with Tess doesn't get you noticed, it just makes everyone hate you more than if you did something wrong...and it almost lost you from my life...and I couldn't take that over anything that I went through this summer..." I said, as a I walked out the door, tears starting to fall.

I ran into Caitlyn right outside the door, and I couldn't help but smile, "Were you spying on us?" I asked with a little chuckle. She smiled, and tried to shrug the question off, but I just stood there looking at her, waiting for the answer, knowing she was trying to come up with something. You could see it written on her face. I couldn't help it, I started laughing right there. She just looked up at me, and if looks could kill, I would have been on the floor dead. She calmed down though, and I forced myself to stop laughing.

"It's ok, Caitlyn, I don't care if you listened. I just told him what I told you a few days before...with a little bit more added." I said, knowing if I didn't say anything, she would keep asking what I talked to him about. We walked back to my mom's cabin, passing by Tess'...and I could hear her complaining to her friends. I stopped Caitlyn here, and we crouched below the window, where I promptly raised us up on one of my platforms, so that we were right below the window, meaning we could hear and not be seen.

"I HATE THAT LITTLE WITCH!" I heard Tess scream, and I just laughed. Witches were evil, and I certainly wasn't one. Caitlyn just looked at me with a "whats up?" look and I shook it off, saying I'd tell her later. "I don't care what it takes, but I will get back at her...starting with this!" And I looked over the windowsill to see she had my songbook..."OH SHIT!" I shouted and jumped through the window, throwing a beam at my songbook, grabbing it from her hand, and slowly bringing it back to me. I had forgotten my stuff was still in her cabin. I saw Caitlyn jump through the window as well. "Caitlyn, you can't do anything, just go back to my mom's cabin!" I said to her, before getting ready for the second fight. Although, I wasn't alone. "Mitchie, you think your the only one who is gifted at this camp?" Caitlyn said as she stepped up, "I'm a Psion, and I'm not letting you get all the glory...lets teach these girls what it means when they mess with us."

This was going to be a long fight, I could tell...

I love it. I love putting fight scenes, especially if theres magic involved, because then I can do just about everything...it was hard to make Tess be the bitch she is though, because it would have ended up making me write Mitchie to be a little bit more hurt then i wanted to...so I'm gunna start writing the fight scene now actually...im gunna paint a picture for you guys...imagine a 15 yr old guy, sitting at his computer with the ipod next to him on his stereo, writing this...listening to the Camp Rock soundtrack and JB's 2nd album...and thats me lol I get all my inspiration from what im listening to when I write. So listening to JB and Camp Rock helps me write this story for you guys...so enjoy