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Shane Grey woke up with the sun that morning. He gave a lazy stretch before he rolled out of bed. He groaned and went to his suitcase, pulling out a t-shirt and jeans. He then went to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and then pulled on his clothes. Once he was dressed he made his way back to the mess hall. He walked in and saw Nate and Jason standing in line to get food. He went to stand with them. He patted Jason on the back and he and Nate fist pounded.

"Hey man. What's up? You seemed kind of upset last night," Jason said. Shane's sighed. "Mitchie's just making things so… complicated. I want to hang out and all she wants to do is practice for the show down. I just wish she would chill out," Shane said. Nate looked at Shane. "Man she just wants us to do good. It's nothing against you," he said placing a hand on his shoulder. Just then they reached the front of the line and got their food; waffles with a side of bacon and orange juice. They then went to find a table. They spotted Caitlyn and moved to sit by her. She turned when she heard a chair scrape back and turned. She smiled at Shane as he sat down.

"Morning," she said. He nodded his response. "I'm exhausted! I can't keep working like this. Mitchie needs to give us more free time," Peggy said, exasperated. Ella nodded her head in agreement. "I keep pricking my fingers with the needle every time I try to hand sew stuff," she said holding up her bandaged fingers to add emphasis. Shane nodded. "I already tried to talk to her but nothing gets through her thick head…" Shane trailed off. "Well try again later. Maybe she'll be in a better mood," Caitlyn suggested.

Shane knew he was outnumbered and decided to go find Mitchie at lunch break. He then stood up and walked to his class. As he walked in he smiled at his campers. "Hey guys! So who's ready for another exciting day of singing?" He asked rubbing his hands together. His class cheered and stood up ready to do their scales. He took a seat on the piano bench. "Now we all know that piano skills aren't as good as Nate… so bear with me." The class laughed at him as he began to various warm ups.

After class, Shane ran out to the mess hall. He slipped into the kitchen when the door opened. He almost ran straight into Connie. She sighed when she saw him. "Shane you scared me. Have you seen Mitchie? She was supposed to help me with lunch," Connie asked. Shane shook his head. "No I haven't seen her all day. Maybe she's sick. I can go check on her," Shane said. Connie nodded. "Thank you Shane. I really appreciate it. I really need to get back to the kitchen but… do you think you could come back and give me a hand if she is sick?" "Of course I can," Shane said with a smile. He waved and then jogged down the path to Mitchie's cabin.

When he reached it he knocked on the door. "Mitchie? Mitchie, you in there?" He spoke as he pushed it open. "Mitchie?" He looked around the cabin and was surprised. It didn't look like she'd been in there all night. He walked the room searching for any sign that she had been there. He found nothing. Suddenly he felt a quiver of panic run through him. What if something had happened to her?

He ran back down the pathway to the mess hall. He burst through the door. "Connie she isn't there!" He said panting from the run. Connie's face paled. Her daughter was missing. "I'm going to Brown," with that Connie ran as fast as she could. She burst into his office. "Brown we have problem! No one's seen Mitchie. She's not in her cabin," Brown's eyes widened in panic. "Maybe she went into the woods... I'll get search parties started right away." With that he got over the P.A. System. "All campers report to the mess hall immediately." This wasn't good.

-Camp Rock-

Mitchie woke up with a jolt. She had been startled awake by the slam of a door. She blinked several times but then was frightened by her surroundings. It took her a while to remember where she was but when she did her shoulders slumped. She was caged, like an animal. She heard footsteps and became curious. She got down on her hands and knees and peered through the entrance. She saw jean clad legs and then she heard a low, voice say, "Get out here if you want to eat." She crawled through the entrance and saw not just Luke but also Dana standing in front of the door to her prison. Luke held a small plate of food in his hand. He opened the gate and approached Mitchie. Mitchie scrambled to her feet. If she was going to be in his presence, she would not bow at his feet. He stopped and stood to his full height; about 6 inches taller than her.

He thrust the plate into her hands and then turned on his heel. He closed the gate with a flourish and relocked it. Mitchie looked down at the plate which held a banana and water bottle. Luke walked out of the cabin but Dana stayed. She looked over her shoulder and watched as Luke disappeared. Once he was out of site Dana turned. "So…" she said awkwardly. Mitchie just stared. "Alright I know this really sucks for you. I didn't want to do this. I want to win fair and square," Dana said, leaning against the fencing. "Then why are you doing it?" Mitchie asked, her eyebrows rating. Dana fidgeted.

"Luke didn't really give me a choice. Look, I know that I look like the villain but I'm really on your side. Ever since this stupid camp opened, my dad never has time to just be my dad. I never get to just spend time with him," Dana said, opening up to girl. The two looked at each other. Dana then looked over her shoulder and then turned back to Mitchie. "Look I need to go but I'll see if I can swipe you a few more things to eat. I probably won't be much but it'll be more than Luke and Tess intend to give you," she said and spoke, "Thank you." Dana then turned and walked away. Mitchie was once again alone in her prison. How she wished she had been nicer to Shane.

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