Chapter One
I sighed, the bell rang and I got up along with everyone else, today was the last day of school, I could hear people talking about how they were going to spend their summer. I envied them, I wasn't going anywhere. "So Mitchie, did you get into Camp Rock," said my best friend, Sierra.
"No," I said, "My mom's been given three months, I'm spending as much time as I have with her,"
"Oh my gosh," said Sierra. "I thought she was getting better,"
"So did I," I said. "But we went to a check up yesterday, and they said it had come back, they said she could have treatment, but she's decided against it," I wiped at my eyes, and Sierra pulled me into a hug.
"I feel so bad moving away when you need me the most," she said.
"Don't feel guilty," I said. "You weren't to know. I want you to enjoy China, I know how much you've wanted to go,"
"Come on," she said. "Let's get you home," she drove to school, and since I hadn't got a car yet, she drove me to and from school. We got to my house and I gave her one last hug,
"I'll miss you Sierra," I said,
"I'll miss you too," she said. "Call me anytime you like, just not tonight, because I'll be on a plane," I got out of her car and watched her drive away, and then I made my way into my house. A house that would soon be empty, with only me living there, if I didn't get put into foster care.
Okay, I'm sure you're a little confused, well I'll explain. My dad died when I was eight, and so me and my mom moved to this house here in New Jersey. Everything was wonderful. But then she got sick. At first we thought it was just a virus, but after three weeks it hadn't budged, along with a bruise she had gotten three weeks before. I took her to the doctors and that was when my world fell apart. She had leukaemia.
She began responding to the treatment, and seemed to be doing well, but the cancer was aggressive and made her very weak. And then yesterday, we went to the doctors as she'd been feeling sick again, and he told us it had returned. My mom had decided to refuse the treatment, it was only going to give her another six months anyway. She had decided to die.
I let myself in and saw her on the phone, with a huge smile on her face. "Oh thank you sir, you don't know how much this means to us," she said, and with that she hung up.
"What's going on," I said.
"We're going to Camp Rock," she screamed at me.
"What," I said. "How,"
"Well I looked on the website and it turns out they need kitchen staff, and well since I have catering experience they want me to work, there, and you get a discounted rate," she said.
"But mom you're supposed to be taking it easy," I said.
"Mitchie, Camp Rock only lasts four weeks," she said. "I have three months, and I want you to go to Camp Rock," I sighed, she had a point, I knew it would mean a lot to her.
"When do we leave," I said.
"Well now," she said. "It will take us four hours to get there and we need to get there before Camp starts tomorrow,"
"Oh my god mom," I said.
I rushed upstairs and threw some clothes into a bag, and grabbed my guitar did a quick double check of everything and then made my way downstairs. Mom had put on one of her wigs and it made her look so much better. "I don't want people to know Mitchie," she said.
"Well then what do I say if people ask me about you," I said.
"You'll think of something," she said.
I got into the car and we set off, I protested when mom wanted to drive, but I gave in, I don't think it had sunk in yet for her. We got to a rest stop after about two hours and she was really tired, so I switched and drove the rest of the way to the camp. As we arrived I really couldn't hold in my grin. It was amazing.