Prologue: Best Year?
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A/N: HAPPY ANNIVERSARY! Its official! Ive been writing Camp Rock fanfiction for the past year as of TODAY! I love all of you. I wouldnt have this story, Anorexics of America, Bandaged Heart, Carved, Invisible, Misery Loves Company or a lot of NEW ideas I have if I didnt have you amazing guys to keep me writing! Now can you give me a little anniversary gift?
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Mitchie enjoyed the feeling of being in 6th grade.
Kindergärtners stared at her in awe.
3rd graders glared at her, wishing that was them.
She smiled.
And she had changed.
As always.
She finally through out her last training bra.
She was so happy when she went to the mall and got measured.
And grabbed her first real bra.
She was wearing it today.
Perfect.
She just felt perfect.
It was an omen.
For this year to be the best ever.
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Shane glared at kids as he sat in his chair.
His growth spurt finally came.
Along with an even bigger attitude.
Anytime someone even got near him he glared and shoved them away.
The kid in front of him was jumping around in his chair.
And it was annoying Shane to no end.
So he kicked him.
And the little weenie burst into tears.
Shane rolled his eyes, "Get over it."
The kid shrunk in his chair hearing Shane's harsh response.
Yeah 6th grade was going to be a tough year.
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Mitchie was sitting on her chair when she felt a hand getting near her back.
She spun around and saw a boy going for her bra strap.
She scowled and turned back around.
And then felt cloth meet skin with a sickening snap.
She howled.
They boy snickered.
And whispered to his friends.
"I got a great front row view of her knockers"
Knockers?
Who the hell called them knockers.
They were breasts!
She bite her lip and focused on the board.
This was probably not going to be the best year ever.
Unlike what she thought.