Hello and welcome back lovelies! Just a few things before we get started!

Hello Paufa, I wanted to address your questions. I was going to PM you, but thought others might be asking the same thing. As for the story line I have planned, you will just have to wait and see what happens ;). But don't worry, if the characters will behave and stop going on tangents of their own, then things should start picking up pretty soon and things will get a little more interesting. It's been a lot of character and background building thus far, I know, but I've almost got everyone build up to where the main part of the story can actually start, yay! I know that really didn't answer many of your questions, but I can't just give everything away now, can I? Stay tuned and you'll find out for yourself.

Also, I just looked at the chapters I have been posting on the actual site instead of on my document, do you guys think my chapters are too short? Would you like to see them longer possibly? Though as fair warning, shorter chapters get posted more often, whereas longer chapters are less often but more content. Let me know what you think. It will depend a lot on chapter content and inspiration of course, but there are times when I have a choice to combine two chapters or cut it off and it would be nice to know what my readers think.

Onward with Finding Home!

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Mitchie Greene was miserable to put it bluntly. She missed her brother now more than she could have imagined. Ever since Miss Schuler left nearly a week ago, things had gone downhill, and didn't seem like they'd be making a stop anytime soon. She never had a good feeling about Mrs. Smithers, and with good reason. As soon as she was sure that Miss Schuler was really gone, he personality had completely flipped. She'd immediately imposed new rules on everyone. Early bed times for everyone, because she didn't want to deal with us all night. No talking in hallways or at lunch, and no being loud period. Children were to be seen, not heard. No whining, if you have a problem, figure it out yourselves, she isn't here to baby us. Plus there were added chores everyone had to do, and if you didn't finish in time, then you got no dinner. There were more rules added seemingly daily, and Mitchie could barely keep track of them all.

Another downside to losing Miss Schuler, the bullies were back in full force, and Mrs. Smithers couldn't care less. Some of the other girls had taken to tripping her as she walked by or pushing her over. Not to mention the teasing and taunts thrown her way. Mostly about what a baby she was and how she had no friends except her brother. It stung, of course, but she bore it for now. At least she didn't have to room with them all. Mitchie was too afraid to approach the Mrs. Smiters, as it would be considered whining. She'd just have to wait until Jase came back to help her. It couldn't come quickly enough.

She hadn't had the chance to write back to Jason since he sent the letter from all three of them. She knew he was probably worried, but she just didn't have enough time in the day with the chores and the early bedtime.

Later that evening, she sat on her bunk finally getting some free time to try and write back to the boys, that's one thing that helped her though the week, their letter. Of course she loved letters from he brother, but she never expected to open her letter to find his cabin mates had written to her. Nate seemed to be all business, but Shane seemed funny.

She had also spent all week contemplating what to write back anyway. She didn't want him to get worried and come back early, so she opted to pretend that everything was okay. It was only three weeks anyway.

Dear Jase,

I can't wait for you to come back. I am glad you are having fun but I miss you so much. It's not the same without you here. Things are fine here though. I've just been really busy, I hope I didn't worry you too much by not responding right away.

No need to tell him it's because she has a mile long list of chores every day. She bit her lip as she considered what she had to write next.

I would love to come see you guys for Final Jam, but I don't know if Mrs. Smithers will let me come. She seems a little stressed with this new job, it might not be a good idea to bother her. I'll just have to wait until I come to Camp Rock next year.

Love you big bro!

Mitchie

She continued on to Nate's letter, knowing there wasn't much to say.

Nate,

Thanks for writing to me! It was nice to hear from some new people! I can't wait to meet you guys next year, it will be nice to know at least three people who know their way around camp so I won't be the lost kid!

From,

Mitchie

Lastly she addressed Shane's letter, laughing silently to herself.

Dear Shane,

My name is Mitchie, not Mitch, thanks. Would you like me to call you Shay, hmm? I didn't think so. Anyway, thanks so much for writing to me, it's nice to hear from someone other than Jase, and it means a lot to me that you'd consider me your friend even if you haven't met me.

I would love to collab on something with you guys of course! I'm so excited to come to camp next year to meet everyone, plus who wouldn't love a summer devoted to music?!

Really? Does Jase really snore that loudly? I actually never noticed before. Sorry, no help from me on that. Anyway, don't worry about me, I'll be fine 'til Jase comes back. Nothing I can't handle here.

Hope to her from you guys soon!

From,

Mitchie

Looking at the clock, Micthie noticed that it was only a few minutes until light's out, to keep out of trouble she went ahead and shut them off and laid down for bed, feeling exhausted after today's chores anyway. She fell asleep quickly.

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The next day, Mitchie hurried through her chore list, which was surprisingly shorter than usual, but she still didn't finish until well after lunch. She walked back to her room and grabbed the letter she'd written to the boys and made her way to Mrs. Smither's office. Upon arriving, the door was already open and after peeking through the doorway, she saw that the woman was not in her office at all. One of the serving ladies fro the dining hall was in there putting away some paperwork by the looks of it and smiled kindly at Mitchie. "Did you need something dearie?" She asked sweetly.

Mitchie smiled back, happy that at least someone was willing to show her a little kindness still. "Yes, Ma'am, I was looking for Mrs. Smithers, Miss Schuler used to send letters to my brother at camp for me, I was hoping Mrs. Smithers could post my new one to him."

The woman smiled again. "Why don't you give that to me and I'll make sure it gets where it needs to go."

Mitchie grinned in relief, she hadn't wanted to see Mrs. Smithers anyway. She handed the letter over and thanked the woman kindly before being dismissed to get ready for dinner, seeing as she was still dirty from her chores.

For the first time that week, Mitchie smiled as she walked down the halls toward her room to change her clothes and quickly bathe.

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The following day, Mitchie had barely rolled out of bed when the intercom buzzed, "Michaela Green to the office, Michaela Greene to the office." Dread settled in the pit of her stomach at the voice of Mrs. Smithers, what had she done?

She dressed quickly for the day and made her way to the office as quickly as she could without running. Some of the other kids snickered at her as she rushed past them, knowing she was likely in trouble for something. No one go called to Mrs. Smithers' office for good reasons.

She knocked shakily on the office door, which was shut this morning. A barked, "Enter!" could be heard though the door. Mitchie did so, walking in to find Mrs. Smithers standing behind her desk pacing slowly. "Ah, so nice of you to join me at last." She sneered. "I do not like to be kept waiting Michaela.

Mitchie winced at the harsh tone the woman threw at her. "I go by Mitchie, Ma'am. I'm sorry, I had to get dressed and.."

Mrs. Smithers slammed her hand on the desk with a loud SMACK! "I did not ask for excuses, Michaela. I give you an order and you follow it. Immediately. I say run, you run. I say jump, you say how high. Understood."

Mitchie nodded her head in terror. Mrs. Smithers snapped, "A verbal answer if you please!"

Shaking slightly Mitchie responded, "Yes Ma'am, understood." She was doing her best to not look up from the ground.

The older woman continued her pacing, "Now, I called you in here for a reason, it has come to my attention that..." She had turned to see Mitchie staring at the floor. "Look at me when I am speaking to you, brat!" Mitchie's eyes snapped up to the woman. "Better! Now, it has come to my attention that you are in a room by yourself right now, correct?"

"Y-yes Ma'am. I mean no Ma'am. I-"

She was interrupted, "Well which is it? Yes or no?"

Mitchie steeled herself, she shouldn't be afraid of this woman. "It's both. Currently, yest I have the room to myself, but it's only for the summer. My brother comes back from camp in three weeks and he sleeps on the top bunk. So, no it's not really just my room."

Mrs. Smithers was silent for a moment, thinking. "Hmmm. Well, that's highly irregular. Boys and girls should not be sharing a room. Related or not. Effective immediately, you are to move into a room with Jessica Hayley, Ashley Smith, and Lauren Fieldbrook. Go collect your belongings, and take your brothers things too until he returns and I can find a place for him." Mitchie stood still for a moment in shock and trying to process what had just happened, she was snapped from her shock by the bellowed, "NOW!" ringing through the office.

She took off, walking as fast as she could, barely keeping the tears beginning to sting her eyes at bay. She passed by several people on the way to the room, hearing their comments the whole way.

"Aww, baby's crying, boo hoo!"

"Pathetic girl. Her brother's only been gone a month."

"Wow, look at the cry baby, can't handle getting in trouble with Smithers."

She tried to tune them out but it just wasn't working. She let the tears fall once she reached what had been her room and began packing her things. She managed to calm her tears by the time she had finished. Grabbing their few belongings she made her way to her new room, knowing it was just going to get worse from here.

And she was right. She entered the room and one of the girls, Jessica, groaned. "Seriously, she stuck her with us?!" All three other girls were a couple years older than Mitchie herself.

The other girls murmured their agreement. Ashley sighed, pointing toward the top bunk on one saide fo the room. "That's your bed, stay out of our way."

Mitchie's eyes went wide as saucers, "But, I'm afraid of heights, can't I have a bottom bunk?"

The other girls snorted as Ashley sneered at her. "No, you can't. Get over it you baby. Jess and I have bottom bunks, we aren't giving up our beds for a brat like you!" She shoved the younger girl into the ladder to her bed and gestured for the other two to follow her out of the room. Once they were all gone, Mitchie put her and Jase's things away and crawled up to her bed, terrified the whole way and just laid down and cried more. She missed dinner that night, not feeling much like eating.

Mitchie was asleep before the other girls returned that evening. She hoped that tomorrow might be better, but she seriously doubted it.

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Another chapter done! And a longer one at that! It's a bit extreme and over the top neglect and bullying but hey, it's what decided to come out of my fingers!

Anyway, couple more things before you go. I'm trying to update as often as I can, work has been pretty hectic lately thought so it's diminishing my writing time a lot. But I'll be starting vacation on Friday the 30th, so hopefully I'll get more time to write then! I'll be going out of the state with my family, but I'll be able to use my laptop during the 6 hour drive, plus while I'm down there, so I'm hopeful!

As always let me know what you thought! Probably only 1-2 chapters before something big happens! Yay! After that the story will get into more familiar Camp Rock territory. Thank you lovely readers!