Camp Rock
Chapter 4
My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of viewSo maybe I totally ditched my class… so what? It was about over anyway… I bet the snot-nosed kids had a blast without a teacher for a day, just hanging out and talking. Maybe it was better if I didn't teach kids anyway. I got a call from Jason. "What?" I barked.
"So have you started my birdhouse yet?" he asked.
I stopped walking. "What?"
"Well you said that you'd make me a birdhouse,"
"No I didn't!" I yelled.
Nate talked on the phone. "So is your wrist ok? How's camp?"
"Camp is a load of shit, you guys."
"You didn't used to think that when we went there as campers," Nate told me.
"Yeah, well things change. I met this girl… Her name's Mitchie. And she taught me one thing: All the people here suck compared to us. It's a good thing we left this hellhole and became famous, because if we had stayed at this camp, we would have gotten nowhere with these amateurs."
"You're overreacting,"
"I am not! Now excuse me as I kill myself in this lake," I hung up the phone and sat down on the dock. I stuck my feet in the cool water and watched the waved lap up on the shore. There were a couple people canoeing. It kind of reminded me of my camp days here.
Suddenly, I heard my uncle yelling. "Shane Gray!" his voice boomed through the peaceful morning.
I turned my head and looked at him. He was coming towards me, apparently very angry. Hr grabbed my ear and pulled me up. "Get up, you lazy bum!"
I tried to pull myself away from his grasp. He was hurting my ear. "Easy there, Brownie! Rock star in distress!" We walked back towards the camp.
"You need a chaperon to keep you under control," my uncle told me.
"I don't need a chaperon!" I argued.
We continued walking. "Seeing how you blew off your class today, you sort of do!"
"I didn't sign up for this!" I exclaimed. "Get my agent on the phone!"
My uncle stopped walking. "Get my agent on the phone?!" he repeated, mocking me. "What happened to you, man? That kid on that TV, that's not who you really are. What happened to the kid who just loved music?"
I leaned in close. "He grew up!"
"Big whoop! Stop acting like it's all about you!" he scolded me.
I let out a huff of laughter. "In my world, it is."
Uncle Brown put an arm around my shoulder, and created an imaginary rainbow with his hand. "Oh look, we're in my world. And in my world, you're considered an instructor at this camp, which means you've got to instruct! Starting with hip hop dance, act two!"
I folded my arms and rolled my eyes and walked into the dance class. "Grab a mic and a hat," I ordered the kids standing before me. "Follow me if you can," I demanded and walked over to the front of the classroom.
They were taking a long time to get their hats on. "Hurry! Let's go!" I went over to the stereo and put in a mix CD I made. "Hurry!" I called out after the kids, who were still running into place.
The music started to play and I started to dance, showing them the moves. I did the first set of moves and they fumbled along. "You all suck!" I called out after them, watching as they attempted to do the moved. I went over to that Mitchie girl. "Put your hands up higher! Keep your knees bent! Don't you dare look at me like that!" I scolded her.
I pointed to the other side of the room. "Across the floor," I barked. All the little kiddies ran to the other side of the room, and I stood in front of them. I smirked when I did some impossible move. A few of the kids could keep up, but not many of them. I walked down the isle of the kids and watched as they aimlessly bounced around. "Just stop, stop, stop!" I yelled at them.
All the kids stopped dancing. I turned off the music. "You all are awful… absolutely horrible! Now you guys better step it up a notch or I won't teach you," I scowled.
I turned on a different song, and showed them some moves. One kid fell over and everyone gasped. I whipped around and face him. "Amateurs," I said under my breath and turned to leave the cabin. Right before I could step out the door, some girl stopped me.
"Wait!" she called out. I turned around a saw a girl wearing dark blue sweat pants and a red tank top. She had really blonde hair.
I stalked over to her. "And you are?"
She folded her arms. "Tess Tyler,"
"As in TJ Tyler's daughter?" I asked, curiously.
Tess nodded. "Yup."
TJ Tyler is a legend. "Tell her I said she's awesome… but you need a little work. Maybe you should go on tour with her and learn a little something," I narrowed my eyes.
She scoffed. "Excuse me?"
"Oh yes, I do believe I just dissed you in front of your peers," I told her, my arms folded across my chest.
Tess came up to me and we had a staring contest. Then, she pushed me. I laughed. "You call that a push? You push like my grandma!" I pushed her, and she tumbled backwards, gasping.
"I can not believe you just pushed me!" she exclaimed.
I raised an eyebrow. "It was pretty amazing, wasn't it? I could do it again if you would like me to,"
She shook her head and then started crying. I rolled my eyes. "Cry baby!" I called out after her, as she ran out the door.
Great. She's probably going to cry to my uncle and I'll be in a whole mess of trouble. I rolled my eyes and then felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around only to see Mitchie. "Yes?" I asked.
"You pushed that bitch?" she asked.
I nodded. "You saw me, didn't you? Or are you blind?"
She held out her hand for a high five. "Way to go!"
I high fived her. I'm starting to like this Mitch Bitch after all.