Authors Note: Hey! So this is my first fan fiction for . I usually write on the Nick Jonas IMDB boards, because they're about him. But a sudden idea popped to mind, And I think I'm going to go through with it. AND, I'll try to post as much as I can. I get uninspired a lot and I have like 4 fanfics at the same time. XD So bare with me.

Disclaimer: Here's the deal. I don't own ANYTHING. At all, unfortunately.

Prologue: POV's change. I'm sorry if it's confusing in anyway. Italicized will be the characters POV

"We're home, sweetie." Connie turned to find her daughter sleeping in an awkward position at the back of the truck, beside the cooler. She firmly pressed the clasp of her seatbelt and let it pull back. She slowly crept up to her snoring daughter and lightly tapped her shoulder. "Mitchie, we're home."

Mitchie groaned as she began to stir. Her hands flew up to her face and she rubbed her eyes. She opened them and let her eyes adjust to the light. "We're home?"

"Yes. You can go up to your room. I'll get your father to bring the rest of the stuff. Go get some rest." She pecked the top of Mitchie's head. Mitchie sat there, unresponsive to the gesture of affection.

Mitchie stood up and grabbed her smaller duffel bag. She opened the back doors of the truck and carefully jumped out. She pulled out key chain and froze as she stared at the small canoe etched with the words 'Camp Rock' that was dangling from it, she had almost forgotten about the small gift from Shane. She closed her palms over it and pressed the key into the lock, turning it to hear a click. She opened the door and quickly retreated to her room.

Mitchie closed the door behind her before she threw her bags into the corner and slumped onto her bed.

Okay. That didn't go as expected. But I hope he's really fucking happy with Tess. That stupid little lying thief. They deserve each other, they really do. After I poured out practically everything to him. I told him .. everything.. except who I really was.

Mitchie felt the damp stickiness on her cheeks.

I gave it to him. I lost it to him. The one thing that was so precious to me. I thought he was special. I guess not.

Mitchie suddenly felt something coming up and ran to her bathroom, flinging herself over the toilet. She let it all out and groaned in between. She didn't hear the door to her bedroom open. She didn't see the worried and pale-stricken face of her mother. And she didn't know what was running through her mothers head.

Okay. So that was slightly confusing. I bet. Let's say Camp Rock didn't happen like it did in the movies. It'll become clearer next chapter. Which might be up tonight. But I'd like some pretty reviews please.