Hey I was just thinking about what would happen if Camp Rock became a full time school and Mitchie didn't get the chance to express her feelings to Shane before he left for tour.

"Mitchie, honey, wake up."

"Mmmm… Goomorningmom," Mitchie mumbled as she rolled out of her bed.

Today was the last day of Camp Rock. She was going home for the first time in a month and a half. Last night had been the best night of her life and she had never wanted it to end.

She had gotten on that stage and found the strength within herself. She had sung out her heart and then Shane, the Shane Gray, had sung with her. Or was it to her? She was not quite sure, but what she was sure about was that she was falling in love with the jerkiest pop star in the business.

"Get dressed we need to make breakfast and I let you sleep in as long as I dared."

"Ok. What time is it?" Mitchie asked grabbing clothing out of her already packed suitcase.

"Seven. But we have to serve breakfast in a half an hour because the bus leaves in an hour."

"Oh. I can't believe the summer is really over. I go back to school in a week… I don't want to go back…" Mitchie trailed off as she got dressed and headed out the door to the kitchens.

Mitchie took a familiar detour toward Caitlyn's cabin. She looked down deep in thought as she walked. I can't believe it… this will be the last time I go get Caitlyn for kitchen duty. Who knows if we will even come back next year…

Her thoughts were cut off as she ran into someone headed the other way.

"Oh sorry. Probably should have been looking where I was walking. I didn't see…"

"Yeah, well, you should watch where you're going next time," the voice said angrily.

Mitchie looked up. "You don't need to give me an attitude I said I was sorry. Just because you're the famous Shane Gray doesn't mean you can push people around."

Shane looked up from his cell phone at the sound of the voice. "Oh, Mitchie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that…"

"Yea, you did…Whatever, I got to get Caitlyn."

Mitchie pushed past Shane, flustered and continued to Caitlyn's cabin to get her up. She climbed the steps and burst through the door.

Caitlyn's cabin was relatively empty. Lola had been her only roommate and she had left right after Final Jam the night before. Caitlyn and Mitchie had packed Caitlyn's bags last night so there was nothing in the room but a pile of suitcases.

Mitchie ran over to Caitlyn's bed and jumped on it.

"Wake up sleepy head!" Mitchie yelled pulling the pillow out from under Caitlyn's curly head.

"Five more minutes, Mommy," Caitlyn answered.

"Number one, do I look like your mother? And Number two, we needed to be in the kitchen five minutes ago."

Caitlyn slowly rose out of bed. Mitchie got up and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for Caitlyn and threw it at her.

After Caitlyn was dressed, the girls headed to the kitchens. When they got there, Mrs. Torres put them to work making toast and filling the cereal dispensers.

Because it was the last day of camp, they were serving a light, quick breakfast so campers had time to go back to their cabins to pack the rest of their things. This gave Mitchie and Caitlyn time to find a table for their friends and exchange addresses, e-mails, MySpace addresses and phone numbers.

After breakfast, Mitchie and Caitlyn said goodbye to Barron, and Erik and headed back to the kitchen to see if Mrs. Torres needed any help packing up to find that it had already been taken care of. This gave Mitchie and Caitlyn more time to say goodbyes.

They left the kitchen and headed to the stage by the beach for the closing program. It was so sad to see everyone together for the last time that summer. No one knew what next summer would hold and if they would be returning as campers the next year.

Dee got onto the stage followed by Brown. It was odd to see that even though the summer had come to an end they had not taken the smiles off their faces that had been there all summer long.

"Hello campers," Dee said.

"Hi Dee," the campers sang back in a sadder melody than they had at the beginning of the summer when they had done this exact ritual.

"As the summer come to an end it is very sad to see you all go home. However, we have some rather exciting news for you all," Brown stated.

The campers looked at each other with anticipation. What could possibly make camp ending something to be excited about? No one wants to leave… not even my mom.

"We are opening Camp Rock as a school! We will be specializing in music but also be giving the classes that all schools give," Dee said excitedly.

Everyone looked around. There was no way that she was telling the truth. This is a dream…Only this morning I was wishing I didn't have to go home and now I don't have to…I'm dreaming I dreamt this up and now it's happening…how could my dream come true?

"We will be sending flyers home with you today as you must go home for the week so that the school can be set up but don't forget to ask your parents," Brown was saying.

"We hope you can but if you can't we will miss you and hope to see you next summer. I see the bus pulling up so as one final goodbye let's sing the Camp Rock theme song," Dee said enthusiastically.

Everyone began to sing a-cappella. As the song came to a close the bus stopped near the stage. Everyone got up and began giving each other hugs. It was a very sad event but yet it had a sense of hope behind it.

Mitchie said goodbye to Caitlyn and watched her take her seat on the bus. She said goodbye to Ella and Peggy and waved as Tess's limo pulled away from camp. She stood by the bus until it began to move and then waved a final goodbye and left for her cabin.

"Mitchie," she heard from behind her.

She turned and sat Shane standing there.

"What do you want Shane?" Mitchie asked with slight attitude.

"I'm sorry. You're right I'm a jerky pop star and I have no clue how to treat people."

"I forgive you but I have to go, my mom is waiting for me so we can leave."

"Are you, are you going to give Camp Rock, the school version, a try?"

"I don't know, Shane," Mitchie said turning away from him again.

She was still slightly angry at him and was not ready to say goodbye. This was the reason she hadn't said that simple word yet.