Camp Rock
Chapter 3
My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of viewI woke up the next morning and it was way too early to be waking up. Uncle Brown was pushing me. "Piss off, Brownie!" I mumbled through my pillow.
He pulled the blanket off of me. "Rise and shine, superstar!"
I scoffed and put my pillow over my head.
My uncle rolled his eyes. "Don't make me do this, Shane,"
"Go away!" I mumbled.
The next thing I know, there's cold water being splashed on me. I gasped and looked up at my uncle, my hair dripping wet. "What the hell!?" I yelled. He had taken the flower vase off of my side table and poured the disgusting plant water on me.
He rolled his eyes. "Whoops. Sorry. Don't say I didn't warn you."
I looked down at my bed that was covered with water. "Fine. I'm up. Ok? I'm up."
My uncle pointed a finger at me. "We've both got classes to teach; yours starts in five. Now stop bitching and get dressed," He turned to walk out the door. "And you might want to put that mattress out in the sun," he smirked. "That's the only one you're gonna get."
I groaned and laid back down on the bed.
"Can you put some water in that vase?" my uncle continued. "The flowers look parched."
Oh, he's just loving this.
"Four minutes!" he called out from outside my cabin.
I rolled my eyes and hopped out of bed. I took the red sheets off of my bed and brought my mattress outside to dry, just like Uncle Brown had advised. I looked at the vase on the counter and opened the window. I chucked the vase out the window and then I heard a scream from some girl. "My bad!" I called out after her, closing the window quickly.
Apparently that girl can't forgive and forget, because she stormed into my cabin. It was that Mitchie girl. "What the fuck!?" she screamed.
I shrugged. "Sorry," I muttered, not convincing at all, and took off my wet shirt, replacing it with a new one.
The angry girl approached me, pointing an accusing finger. "You could have killed me!"
I shrugged. Maybe that wouldn't have been such a bad thing. "Do you mind? I'm trying to get ready here," I hissed and started taking off my pants.
Mitchie rolled her eyes and walked out of my cabin.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" I called out after the girl. I finished getting ready and looked at the clock. It had been ten minuets since my class started and I still haven't eaten breakfast or anything.
My stomach screamed for food after missing dinner, so I headed off to the dining hall instead of my class. I went into the kitchen and saw all the workers, running around. They seemed to ignore me. "Hello?! Hungry superstar over here!" I called out.
The chef came over to me. "Yes Shane?"
I put my hands on my hips. "In case you were wondering, I'm hungry, thanks for asking."
She went over to a tray and handed me an apple. I scrunched up my face in disgust. "Gross. Healthy food sucks."
The chef rolled her eyes and grabbed a bag of Doritos. "That's more like it," I said and walked out of the kitchen.
I walked over to my class, but I was still hungry, so I went back to the kitchen. No one seemed to be in here. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello?"
I heard someone rummage through some pots and pans. "Hello?" I asked again. "I can hear you," I rolled my eyes. I looked around a bit, not seeing anyone. My eyes widened when I caught a glimpse of some girl, her face covered in flour, coming out from behind a cart.
"Hi," she smiled and stood up.
I approached the girl. "Do you work here?"
"Uh," she stuttered. "Uh, y-yes."
My jaw dropped. "Wow," I said. "You really get into your work…" She gave me a weird look. "I'm Shane," I said, grabbing a cupcake with blue frosting, "but I'm sure even the kitchen help knows that.
"Of course!" the girl said. "It's nice to meet you!"
I took some frosting off of the blue cupcake and licked my fingers. "Actually it's not so nice," I said. "See my manager said that he sent over my food allergy list, but since I couldn't even go near my breakfast this morning… Can I just talk to whoever's in charge?"
The girl scoffed. "Excuse me?"
I shrugged. "What?" I snapped.
"Well you're kind of being an ass."
"And you are?"
"A person!" she exclaimed. "And there's a way to talk to a person, and that's not it!"
I stared at the girl for a moment. "I'll have my manager send it over now,"
She nodded. "Fine," I turned to leave, but she coughed, signaling me to turn back around. What does this girl want from me?
I rolled my eyes. "Thank you?" I asked, not sure as to what to do.
The girl smiled and nodded. "Much better."
I gave her a weird look and then left the kitchen. Freaky girl likes to play with baking supplies… Although she did seem kind of familiar… Mitchie, maybe? Nah, who am I kidding!