A/N: Hey, I'm kind of new here and decided to at least try making my summer productive. Voila! This happened. Yeah, I'm trying to make the chapters long and make it less boring as possible. The "Cinderella" thing isn't gonna happen yet until chapter two or three or something. Right now, I think the story's really shallow. It has no meaning yet. Maybe I'll find one along the way. But yeah, like I said its my first time and I'm still trying.

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock.

CHAPTER 1

Six year old Mitchie Torres was twirling around in her new blue dress. Her mother had given it to her as a birthday gift and was at bliss that for once her daughter was wearing something lady like.

Though Mitchie felt like a princess, she sighed as she had nothing to do.

'This is boring!' she thought.

So she made her way downstairs and strolled down next door , planning to visit her three best friends.

Mrs. Gray opened the door to find a cute little girl smiling at her. And she just couldn't help but smile back. This little girl's smile was contagious. But to her surprise the little girl wasn't wearing her usual baseball cap with a ponytail and baggy clothes.

"Mitchie, it's nice to see you. Pretty dress you have there, sweetie. Shane's out at the backyard. Now go, I'll just get you guys something to eat." Mrs. Gray loved this girl.

"Thanks Shane's Mom! I'll be with Shane," she skipped to the backyard and sure enough, Shane Gray who was seven years old was playing a friendly game of soccer with his two other brothers.

Shane was the first to acknowledge she was there and ran out to engulf her in a hug.

"You look pretty midget," He said as he ruffled her hair.

Mitchie pouted. "Meanie." Though she was kind of happy he called her pretty.

"Let me guess, you being in a dress made you more bored and you came down here instead of trying to have tea parties or something-which, in your case, would also make you bored." He said non-chalantly.

Shane Gray knew her all too well. She was never the type to stay indoors. She loved it outside.

The girl shrugged. "I hate being stuck in that stuffy old room."

Nate and Jason came on and hugged her too, letting go as they started to get the feeling that Mitchie couldn't breathe within their tight grasps. When they did, she saw the ball that the brothers played with and decided to take interest on it.

They laughed at her first when they saw her running towards the ball,

"What are you planning to do? This game is for guys, Mitch." Nate said. A girl didn't belong in these kind of games. Did they?

But as they saw her kick it to the net, they were stunned to see that the little girl in a dress had scored a goal.

"Mitchie, how'd you do that?" Nate asked amazed.

Mitchie simply shrugged but grinned afterwards. "Do you think I can play with you guys? Come on! You guys never let me play." It was true. They'd simply say 'It's not a game for little girls, Mitch' which irked her. They said that they were simply protecting her from harm. 'Pffft. They think they're all that huh?'

Nate was about to reply her question but got cut off by his own mother, bringing a tray of cookies and glasses of milk. The boys hungrily got one each.

" Not today Mitchie. We don't want your new dress to get ruined now do we?" she said as she handed the girl a cookie.

She gratefully accepted. "Thank you so much Miss Shane's Mom!"

"You're welcome, dear" Mrs. Gray went back to the house to let the kids have their fun. After all they were kids.

"Why don't you come by tomorrow, Mitch? We could teach you how to play soccer! We think you could handle it by now." suggested Jason.

Shane and Nate nodded their heads, not being able to speak as their mouths were filled with scrumptious chocolate chip cookies.

Shane gulped his down and drank his milk as fast as possible. "Yeah, we can see you tomorrow then I can teach you more music and guitar after!"

Little Mitchie racked her 6 year old head. Being able to see Shane and play with my best friends? Plus the mention of music with Shane? There was no way I could turn down that offer. Well….

"I would love to but you guys gotta let me play and teach me, not make me win on purpose like you guys always do like on hide and seek!"

she said sternly, crossing her arms at her chest.

The guys gulped. Mitchie always scared them. Especially with that look.

"A-anything you want!"

"Absolutely no funny business!"

"Promise!" Shane exclaimed and grabbed the last cookie on the tray. Then he faced Mitchie.

"Want it, Mitch?" he offered.

Mitchie smiled at him and nodded. "Thanks Shay."

She took the cookie out of his hand and placed it in her pocket when nobody was looking. After all it was special to her. Why?

Because little Mitchie Torres had a crush on her best friend Shane Gray.

10 years later

Mitchie sighed as she stuffed her clothes in her duffel bag. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and went out of the field. She was the captain of her high school's all girls soccer team and they had just finished soccer practice.

She walked home thinking about the amount of homework she had to do and their tournament coming up. Then the most dreadful: The school's Masquerade Night. She groaned. Dresses, make-up and boys were her complete nightmare.

But all her thoughts seemed to stop as she passed by the house of her three used-to-be best friends. She smiled a bit, taking in the surroundings.

It still had the same chocolate brown roof and pale white walls. She remembered the days when she would knock on that door and run upstairs to his room just to end up getting lost in music. She would remember the days when she would play video games or soccer with him and his brothers and end up collapsing on the floor laughing, covered in sweat.

Those were the days she could never return to. Days she could never get back.

She tried to shake off the depressing memories and ran to her house which was right by, figuring that she already had moved on and they weren't worth her time.

'They abandoned me. They made their choice.' She kept thinking as she sat on her bed. But she knew. She knew at the back of her mind that she still cared. That she still missed them dearly.

Oh how she wishes things didn't have to turn out the way it did.