Fearless
OK, so, thanks to StroodleDoodledFuhn, I learned that A) my story is being read and B) I messed up Mitchie's last name. I apologize and I want to send out my thanx to you. This one I wrote all special and gift-wrapped just 4 u!!!xoxo bubbles
"Mom! I'm home!" Peyton called. Tara, as Peyton liked to call her behind her back, walked airily down the stairs.
"You're late." Tara said icily.
"Yes, mother, I told you I was going to the studio tonight. I have really great news! I got a scholarship to Camp Rock!"
"You mean that dreadful camp where all the "young musicians/ actors/ dancers go?"
"yes, mother, the dreadful camp. All I need is your permission, and then I'll be gone for two whole months this summer. And the plus side is, I'm getting paid because I'll be working in the kitchen! Am I allowed to go??" Peyton silently prayed for the answer to be yes.
"Well, I suppose, but you will most likely be alone when you get back because I'm going to Aruba for four months. Alice will be here to watch over the house. And you, of course, when you arrive home." Oh goody, Peyton thought, another trip in which I'll be left with the evil old housekeeper. But that couldn't keep her from feeling on top of the world. She was going to CAMP ROCK!!!!!