Hey, I know I haven't updated anything in a looong time, but I had this Idea for a story and I thought I'd try it out.

Alex's POV

I laid my head against the cool glass of the car window. It was raining hard outside and I listened as the water droplets hit the car. The weather seemed to reflect my mood. I sighed trying not to think of it.

"Don't worry Miss, I'm sure you'll have fun here. After all you've been wanting to go for the longest time." I didn't respond so he continued in a more serious tone. "You know he wouldn't want you to finally go and not enjoy yourself." I lifted my head off the glass but kept my gaze out to the speeding world around us.

"I know" I said in a monotone voice. He didn't say anything more. Jeeves knew when to let it go. He knew everything about me. Next to my dad he was the closest person to me. My dad had hired him when I was born.

My name's Alexandra Russo. I just turned 15 two months ago, a month before he left. My dad. He was the best business man, and my family was very wealthy from his work. Jeeves was our butler and my personal chauffeur. His real name wasn't Jeeves, that's what he let me call him. When I was little I would call him that just for fun and I continued to do so throughout my life. I couldn't remember his real name, he had told me once, but I still called him Jeeves as he requested.

Just last month, I lost my father in a car accident. Images were burned into my mind. Images that would forever haunt me. The images I chose not to think about at the moment. I watched as the limousine pulled up at the camp. The camp I had been wanting to attend since I was 12. I had a passion for music. Lyrics, sounds, singing. I loved it all, and this was the place for me. I never got to go because we simply never had time. Dad would always have some foreign business trip in the summer and he would always take us with him, so a music camp was never an option. Now there was time. It was cruel, the only way I'm able to go is after I lose my dad.

I didn't want to go anymore. I didn't want to be allowed to just because he was gone, it wasn't right. But my mom made me. She said I needed something to keep my mind off everything.

I watched as all the campers stopped what they were doing to watch our limo as it stopped. I sighed, I really hated being wealthy. Jeeves started to get out but I stopped him.

"No, I can do it on my own" I told him stubbornly. He got out and waited for me to do the same. I stepped out of the car slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Would you like me to carry that for you Miss?" Jeeves asked. I hated being called that, but my father had told him he was not to call me anything else no matter what I said.

"No, I got it." I said. He just nodded and stepped closer.

"Well then take care." He said as I hugged him. I let myself fall into his warm embrace and he whispered into my ear.

"Stay strong" he told me.

"And keep dreaming" I responded automatically. It was something my mother would tell me as a small child. That I was to stay strong and keep dreaming. I'm not really sure I got the meaning, but it felt like a nice thing to say.

Jeeves got back into the car and drove away. I wanted nothing more that to run after it. Run and call out for him to stop. To take me home.

I sighed for the millionth time knowing I couldn't. It was ridiculous and childish. Father would most definatley not approve. I could almost hear my mothers voice nagging me. I turned back to the camp I would be staying at for the summer. The campers had lost intrest in me and went back to their own lives.

"Name" The lady at the registration desk asked.

"Alexandra Russo" I told her. She looked up and almost gaped at me. She reconstructed herself quickly.

"Ah yes, Ms. Russo. We have the finest cabin available for you. You don't have to put up with a roommate." She said and I scrunched my nose at the thought.

"No that won't be necessary. Please I would like to be treated as any other camper"

"Are you sure? The only other cabin available is the one for campers at a discounted rate."

"Excellent" I told her sincerely. "I would like that one please." She looked at me like I was insane. Maybe I was.

"Okay, then. You will be rooming with the cooks daughter."

"Thank You" I told her offering a small smile.

The cooks daughter? I remembered when I was younger. Back when I was six, I didn't get why dad forbade me from playing with the cooks daughter. I was so mad at him I locked myself in my room for three days straight with the her in there with me. She was the closest I had ever been from having a best friend close to my age. She was a year older than me. I missed her dearly, though I only knew her for a little. Her mom quit her job once she had enough money and enrolled her into a kindergarten. Which meant I never got to see her again.

Mitchie's POV

I found my cabin and started to try and get settled in. All my friends from last year wouldn't be coming this summer. They all had plans or something came up last minute. Either way, I was alone this summer. Well at least there wouldn't be any Tess Drama this year. I noticed that my cabin mate hadn't made it here yet. I wondered if I'd even get a cabin mate this year. Everyone else could actually afford to come to camp at regular price, this cabin was meant for people like me. People with almost no money. I didn't care though, I loved Camp Rock way too much to care. I finished settling in and decided to look around and see some familiar faces. I was normally pretty well known. Not in a popular way really, I just had a lot to do with the camp in the past two years I had been here. First year I lied to everyone and was shunned by the whole camp and last year I saved the camp. That's what everyone says. That I saved the camp, but in reality, I wasn't the one who did. It was all the campers that did.

I ran out the door and crashed into someone sending us both to the ground.

"Oh my gosh, I am soo sorry, I didn't see you there." I apologized. It was a girl about my height with long raven black hair. She was wearing a black short dress that reached down to her knees and black leggings. She had dark brown eyes and lightly tanned skin.

"It's alright" she said as I helped her to her feet. She started brushing the dirt from herself and I picked up her backpack.

"Here" I said handing her her bag. "I believe this is yours" I told her.

"Thank You" she took the bag and slung it over her shoulder.

"I'm Mitchie" I said holding my hand out. She looked a bit confused, but then cautiously took it and shook it softly.

"Alexandra"

"Alexandra? Is it okay if I call you Alex?" I asked hesitantly hoping I didn't come off as rude. She looked taken aback.

"Alex?" She said as if it were a foreign word.

"Or if you don't like that-" I trailed off as she smiled.

"No, I do. Alex, okay then call me Alex." She said seeming happier with her new given name. I returned the smile.

"So Alex, I take it your new here?" she nodded.

"Well, if you like music, your gonna love it here." She gave me another smile. It seemed to be a real smile, but her eyes told a different story. Like there was some tragic story hidden there. I found myself overly curious. Something had happened to this girl, something horrible. I decided right then and there I was going to be her friend and I was going to get a real smile from her. By the end of the summer, I'm gonna get her to laugh.