Fearless
Ok, so, as always I wanna thank the ppl who left me reviews, Stroodledoodledfuhn(ur comments always make me smile), and livelifelovenaitlyn( who is awesome, especially when she's letting me use her English homework, or agreeing to go shopping with me)I DO NOT OWN CAMP ROCK, OR THE JONAS BROTHERS (though I wish I did)
Peyton went over her check list for camp:
Suitcase, check
Clothing, check
Underwear, check
Bathing suit, need to buy
Laundry soap, check
Money, check
Toiletries, check
Notebook, check
"I'm ready mother! I'm gonna leave now, ok? Ok? OK? MOM?" Peyton yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Oh, miss Peyton,
your mother left… We need more lemon pledge." At this Peyton
sighed. Of course her mother wouldn't be there to see her off. "Oh,
well" she sighed, and walked over to the Torres' house. "Oh
mommy, I'm home!" Peyton had always called Mrs. Torres mom, since
she acted more like one then her own mother.
"Peyton, are you
ready? We're leaving in about 15 minutes. Portia should be here any
minute." Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door. "Well, speak
of the devil, that's probably her now." And indeed it was. After
Portia and Peyton got their stuff settled into the car, Mitchie came
down the stairs, with her cell phone glued to her ear. "Yes, Shane
we're leaving right now. Yes, I'll call you when we get there.
Tell Jason to make himself a birdhouse since he's going to be a
counselor anyways. Yes, my friends are pretty, no they're not going
to date him, ones underage, and the other one doesn't like
relationships. Ok, Shane, I'm going to hang up now. I love you too;
go put some hair product in, bye!"
Portia and Peyton were sitting on the ground, cracking up. "Ok, ok, very funny, lets leave!" And with that they all got into the car. After about 4 hours of driving, they arrived at Camp Rock. They all piled out of the car. "Mitchie!" We all turned and saw…