Mitchie woke up early the next morning. And she instantly knew what she needed to do. She was going away for a little while, at least a couple of hours. Nate wouldn't like it but that wasn't what Mitchie cared about.
'Hey Nate,
I'll be gone for a few hours, I'll probably be back by dinner, but if I'm not, don't worry about me.
-Mitchie'
Mitchie looked over the note again before leaving it on the kitchen counter.
She didn't want Nate to know exactly where she was going, even if he was going to bombard her with questions when she got back.
Mitchie got dressed as quickly as possible; she knew that this had to be done, no matter what the consequences were.
Why she was doing it was beyond her, it felt so right.
Mitchie quickly got out of the house, at the same time trying to make sure Nate didn't wake up, he'd never let her go. Besides after Camp Rock, she had been terrible at lying.
Mitchie got in her car and turned on the radio, hoping it would calm her down, but nothing could stop the jumble of emotions going through her head, she took a deep breath and tried to ignore it. She wanted to know why she felt like she had waited too long.
"But that's not gonna stop me."
AN: I know it's short but the next chapter will be longer. I'll try to update really soon. I actually have some inspiration for the next chapter; I hope you'll like it.