DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CAMP ROCK...obviously. But i do own the plot and Lissy Torres(:

Two Worlds Collide: Chapter 1

"She was given the world so much that she couldn't see.

And she needed somone to show her who she could be…"

–Demi Lovato, Two Worlds Collide

We were teenagers. Young and in love, naïve towards the greater reality. I was rich, he was poor. I went to private school; he went to a public school. I had tons of friends, he had none. I had barely lifted a finger my whole life, he worked his butt off to pay a phone bill. I was 17, he was almost 19. Us even meeting was an accident so we were referred to as the "Accidental Couple". We came from two completely different worlds yet understood eachother perfectly. We were perfectly imperfect. Yet the rest of the world just didn't want us to be…

Having the perfect first day of school outfits or even one of the perfect first day of school outifts was an unspoken rule at Miami Country Day, a private school to the Miami Elite. Which was why I had spent all day yesterday raking through my closet for something gorgeous. And it took a long time; I mean it's a room size walk in. Then, after not finding anything suitable, I made an emergency trip to the Summerset Commons, resulting in a paper cut on my lower abdomen from and Express bag because I was trying to be cute and wore a crop top. And the girl that cut me didn't even apologize, which she really should have because obviously she didn't realize who the hell I was.

I'm Mitchie Torres , and if you love in the state of Florida, it's a pretty big deal. Not that I'm bragging or anything but my mom is the owner of this fashion company called Le Chic and my dad is the CEO of his own big time law firm. But they're divorced and I'm glad to be the representation of a "once upon a time" marriage, as I like to call it.

Anyways, on the subject of my outfit, I think I did pretty well without the help of Teen Vogue, Seventeen, or my nanny (don't ask why I still have one), Clarissa. I was wearing a sparkly tank top by Marc Jacobs tucked into black BCBG tuxedo shorts with a light cream cardigan from Forever 21 draped over my body. On my feet were my favorite Madden Girl wedges, the ones with the really cute black bow at the tip of my foot. It was hot outside and I was positive that this outfit was perfect…because every member of the Miami Elite is always so perfect. Smile.

"MICHELLE, FIVE MINUTES," Lissy aka my mother screamed into the intercom, even though I told her a million times that while using an intercom, there is no need to yell.

I didn't bother respondidng but instead waltzed to the bathroom to fix my hair a bit. It was still wavy from the shower and flowed down to my mid back, swaying with each movement. Thankfully you could still see the red tint I had died it this summer, even though it had washed out after like two days…

Anyways, I grabbed my Gucci satchel turned school bag and left my room. I tittered down the stairs, careful not to fall because I am a bit clumsy. I was instantly greeted by my mom, busy on her iPad with a glass of Tropicana oranger juice resting besides her on that expensive marble table she loved.

"Morning mom," I greeted, going over to her to place a kiss on her foundation covered face.

"Why have you not called your father back?" she questioned, not even looking up from the device in front of her.

Ahh, there it goes. There was a very good reason why I hadn't returned any of the 51 calls from the man I was supposed to acknowledge as my "father", who was currently in Saudi Arabia with some former Egyptian princess. No joke. I was mad, no scratch that, I was PISSED at my "father". He was supposed to be here a WEEK ago so that we could spend some time together before he had to go to Australia for GOD knows what for a month! But no, instead of coming to the United States, he had decided to hop a plane to Saudi Arabia after running into who he described as "Cleopatra" and what he describes as "falling in love". And you wanna know what I got? An icecream charm for my Tiffany charm bracelet. My SECOND Tiffany charm bracelet because I had received so many "sorry I couldn't make it" bracelets that I had to get a new one! And I'm gonna have to get a ANOTHER one soon! So that, Mother, is why I didn't answer any of my "father's" phone calls. You can take that to the country club and swing at it with that new tennis racket you just bought.

"I didn't have time," I answered instead, which wasn't a total lie because I really didn't with the whole "first day of school outfit" thing. But it was more that I was upset with him than anything else.

"Well if he calls again, please answer the phone," Lissy demanded with a bit of venom in her words, which meant that he had proabably been blowing up her phone since he couldn't reach me.

I just nodded in response and made my way towards the front door without breakfast. I was already running late and would probably have to stop at the Starbucks kiosk at school even though I just got my teeth bleached.

"Oh and Michelle," Lissy started, looking up from her iPad to give me a quick once over, "knees aren't pretty".

Which was her special way of telling me that my shorts were too short…which they weren't. So I just ignored her and stepped out into the salty Miami air, enjoying everything the world had to offer. Well, Florida at least.

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