This is real, this is me In which Connect 3 meets a girl, a camp rock fanfic

A/N- Sorry if this isn't great. I typed it really fast just now. Enjoy. And it will get better, I promise!!

If you think I own Camp Rock, you are so wrong its not even funny. Ok, maybe it is. But I don't own it. Really.

ANGIE'S POV

"Hey freak! Watch where you're walking!" some guy yelled at me. I just nodded, walking away from the group of jerky jocks. As I walked through the halls at school, the other students walked faster then me, walked around me. It was like I was a pebble in the middle of a river that was going too fast. I made it to the band room, my sanctuary. I sat down at the piano and started to play some of my favorite songs by ear. One song blended into another until the piercing shriek of the bell broke through my bubble of happiness. I sighed and left for my next class. I wish I had more free periods, but only one was allowed per semester.

*END OF DAY*

I walked out of school, saying hi to people who never answered back. I almost got run into by five people who were looking right at me, but never saw me. I got on the bus in the only seat that was free- the one right behind the driver. I put my iPod in and looked for music that would suit my mood. I ran across a song that was perfect and pressed play. The guitar started up, and then the words washed over me, making me feel like someone else knew what I was going through. I quietly began to sing along.

You don't know my name
You don't know anything about me
I try to play nice
I want to be in your game
The things that you say
You may think I never hear about them
But word travels fast
I'm telling you to your face
I'm standing here behind your back

You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in

If you could read my mind
You might see more of me that meets the eye
And you've been all wrong
Not who you think I am
You've never given me a chance

You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in

Well, I'm tired of staying at home
I'm bored and all alone
I'm sick of wasting all my time

You don't know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don't know what it's like
To be left out
And you don't know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in

I hadn't realized I had started singing louder and louder, and everyone on the bus was listening. "Oh look, the freak's lonely!" a girl said mockingly. My face went red as the bus pulled to a stop in front of the hospital. Trying to keep from crying I ran off the bus. The tears started to fall as the bus began to pull away. With my blurred vision, I didn't notice the car that was headed towards me until it was too late. I stood, braced for the impact.

I was hit, but not from the side I was expecting. Someone ran into me and the momentum pushed us both out of the way. I hit the pavement as the car sped past. The person who pushed me out of the way landed on top of me, but got off quickly. "Are you all right?" he asked quietly. I nodded, wiping my eyes with my hand. He helped me up and said, "You don't look ok. Why were you crying?" I sighed, then said, "People at school were teasing me. I get ignored, like I'm just part of the wall. No one ever talks to me or says anything. I tuned it all out and started to sing, really quietly at first, but I guess I got loud because people stated laughing when I finished, mocking my song choice and telling me I can't sing, along with some other crap." I took a deep breath after all of that. The guy who saved my life just looked kind of shocked. I felt bad for piling all of that crap on a guy I didn't even know. I was going to apologize, but another boy cut me off, yelling, "HEY! I NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!"

"Aw shoot. I've gotta go." He who saved my life started to leave, but I followed him, saying, "Why are you here?"

"My brother collapsed after we played a prank on my other brother. He's been slipping in and out of conciseness," he said, totally serious now. I nodded, rushing over to the boys I saw on the ground.

"Come on Jase, we need help and you bring another girlfriend?" the conscience boy growled.

"What's you name?" I asked, ignoring the last comment and slipping into my 'professional' mode.

"Shane," the boy said shortly.

"Ok Shane, I need you to tell me your brother's name and what happened to him." I said in a calm, even tone.

"This is Nate; he has been slipping in and out of conciseness for about," he paused to look at his watch, "uh, 20 minutes, give or take."

"Thank you Shane. Nate, can you hear me?" The boy groaned in response. "Ok Nate, I need you to stay with us. Tell me about something. When's your birthday?" He mumbled something incoherently, but I saw him try to answer. "Jase, right?" the boy who had saved me from the car nodded, "I need you to run inside and get Dr. Kelly, tell him that there is a patient in the parking lot who has a high fever and may be slipping into a coma." He looked scared, but he ran inside. I turned back to Nate, my focus on keeping him conscience. "Nate, what do you like to do for fun?" I asked. "Sing," the boy managed to rasp out as I took his pulse. "Are you in a band?" I asked, noticing how weak his pulse was. I pulled my backpack off and began to rummage around in it as he said, "Connect 3." "Wow, go big or go home," I responded, not really registering what he was saying. I pulled a carton of orange juice out of my backpack. "Here, drink this," I said, handing him the carton. He drank it as fast as he could. I pulled my meter out of my backpack, curious. I pricked his finger without him even noticing. "Crap!" I exclaimed.

"What?" Shane asked, worried. "Keep talking to him. Jase shouldn't be taking that long. I'll be back with a doctor." With that I took off, running into the hospital.

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