Sorry for the long wait, guys. I had MAJOR writers block, this is a pretty hard story for me, for some weird reason.

DON'T HATE ME!!!

Okay, well, this is what I came up with, if you have any ideas, please let me know! I'm having trouble figuring out where to go with this story!

Also, let me know when you think it should end, or anything I should change. Constructive criticism is welcome!

Lily POV

I stared at Mom. Mom stared at me. Nate stared at both of us.

I wanted to do something, anything to break the awkward silence.

"Erm…hullo. How're you this fine, fine…" A glare from Mom silenced my voice into a whisper.

"Okay, look, Mom, I-"

She held up one finger to silence me. Then, she held out her fist with the picture.

I supposed that meant she wanted me to take it. However, when I tried to tug it out of her fist, she wouldn't let go.

"Umm…yeah, I'm just gonna, you know, leave now…" I backed away, grabbing Nate's arm and pulled him with me as I went.

"Stop!"

My foster mom may have been a tiny woman, but at that moment, nothing was scarier to me than her five foot tall frame. Well, except Shane after I threw his hair products in the lake.

"Mom, listen," I pleaded.

"Lillian," she growled, using my full name, something she only did when she was angry with me. "Start explaining. Now."

"What do I do?" I whispered to Nate, who was still frozen behind me.

"You heard her. Start explaining."

"Well, see, Mom, this is Nate…Grey," I finished with a sigh, looking back at Nate while hoping my apology was clear in my eyes.

"Nate Grey?" she said in disbelief. "From that boy band you're always listening to?"

I blushed. "Yeah," I said.

"So, Lillian, please, amuse me with the tale of how Nate Grey and this blessed miracle of you two meeting happened."

"Okay," I sighed again. It was quiet as I tried to think of where to begin.

"Well?" Okay, Mom was really angry.

"I don't know where to start," I admitted sheepishly.

"Start with when you two met," she told me, crossing her arms so tightly over her chest that I almost doubted whether or not they would ever unfurl themselves.

"I met Nate at the park by the house. Remember when you first told me I couldn't go to Camp Rock?"

Mom was still silent, and she didn't nod, but I assumed that she knew what I was talking about, so I went on.

"Well, I was upset, and you know, whenever I'm upset that's the first place I go. So I was sitting on the swings, and Nate came over and sat near me. We just started talking and…you know…"

"No. I don't know. So why don't you continue to tell me? What's been going on the entire summer. You went away in the middle of July, and here it is, the beginning of August, and I suddenly find you, this boy I've never met before, and these strange pictures. What happened to you?"

"What do you mean, 'what happened?' There's nothing wrong with me!"

"Well, the Lily I knew wouldn't ask her uncle to lie to her parents for her so she could run off to some music camp with a boy she hardly knows!"

"What are you talking?" I asked, stung. "First of all, it's not some music camp! Camp Rock is probably the greatest music camp in the entire country! On the entire continent! And how do you know I don't know Nate? I know Nate very well!"

"Middle name?"

"Michael." "Favorite color?"

"Green."

"Favorite sport?"

"Baseball."

"Favorite thing to do?"

"Play his guitar, perform, annoy Shane, and write music."

Mom was silent. I smirked, celebrating my easy victory. Or so I thought.

"Lillian, just because you can name a bunch of random facts about someone, that in no way means that you know them!"

The grin slid off my face. "Well, maybe you don't know me!" Once I got started, I couldn't stop. The horrible, insulting words kept coming. "I doubt that you could even say everything about me that I just said about Nate! You barely know me! I've lived with you for what, six years? You aren't even my mom! The only person who really knew me was my mom! And she's gone! In case you haven't noticed, I'm pretty much alone! You have absolutely no idea how much stress that is on my! I'm thirteen freaking years old. I've been in a near fatal accident that took my mom and my sister. I survived cancer. My father abused me for four years of my life! And I'm completely alone! At thirteen! If my life sucks that much now, how much worse is it going to be when I'm twenty? Or thirty? Or even forty? When things suck, there's usually a very good chance they're going to get worse."

When I finished, I was in shock. I didn't even know I could be that nasty, and, judging from the looks on Nate and Mom's faces, they didn't either.

Oh, not like I didn't regret all that the moment it all came out of my stupid, dumb, big mouth. I did. I wished I could take it all back, take everything back; my father, my parents dying, my sisters dying, the whole accident, I'd even take back being born if I could.

I turned to run, but a hand clamped down hard on my wrist, keeping me here. I whipped around to see Mom glaring at me, fire in her hurt eyes. There was so much hurt there I couldn't stand looking anymore, and so stared down at my feet, tears dripping down my face. If Lynn and Rachel were here, they'd be so upset with me. And Mom, my real mom. She wouldn't want me to talk to anyone that way. I could almost hear what she would say: "Lillian, this kind woman took you in for seven years of your life when I had to leave you, and this is the thanks she gets? I raised you better than that. Look into her eyes, Lily. Do you see how much you hurt her?" My real mom would have tears and hurt brimming in her eyes for my foster mom.

I sighed. She would be right. I slumped a little, making it easier for Mom (my foster mom) to tow me back to Charlie's house. I avoided looking back at Nate, but I knew he was following us because I could hear the sound of his footsteps behind us.

I had no idea what my foster father would say, or Charlie.

All I knew was that it was goodbye Camp Rock. Goodbye Nate. Goodbye all new friends. And goodbye any chance of having a somewhat decent summer spent outdoors instead of in a cramped house with nine other people.

Ahh, I hate myself for being so mean! I hated myself the whole time I was making Lily go off on her foster mother!Ooh, and what's this? A new piece of information about her father?

Stay tuned for more!

So, what do you think? Should Lily be forced to leave Camp Rock and Nate? Should she be allowed to stay?

Tell me! I'll go either way, but I need YOU guys to help me decide!

Oh, I'm also thinking about doing a sequel (or a few).

Tell me what you think about that also!

I need ideas! I'll even give you credit if you help out!!Pleeeeaseee!!!

Review, please, I'm desperate!