Camp Rock

Chapter 1: The First Day

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Music is the only thing that I've ever been entirely sure about. Ever since my mom died a few months ago, it's been almost impossible to go on. She was my rock, my life, my mom. You don't get another mother, you only get one - and you don't want to waste the time you have with her. Because you'll end up like me, feeling a lifetime of regret because you didn't say goodbye that one time, or you didn't tell her you loved her as much as you could of. I can't change the past, I can only live in the present and hope for the best in the future.

All the grieving, all the pain, tears and heartbreak has gone into this small little notebook that I hold in my hand. This worn out, practically broken book with every detail of my entire depressing life inside of it. Of course, I wouldn't let anyone read it, I don't want the sympathy of the other campers.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, I'm going to 'Camp Rock' this summer. My dad thought it'd be good for me to go to a place that's just for music, for my music. He thinks it'll get my mind off the whole thing. I mean, it might distract me - but I will always know in my heart that my mom is gone.

I place my songbook in my suitcase and stand there for a moment. If this camp can help me get through this tough time, then I really hope I enjoy it. A camp that is all about self-expression, being yourself, and most importantly - music. Maybe there will be other people there like me, just trying to express themselves, through their music.

I close the suitcase and attempt to seal it shut with all my force. "Ugh! It's not working!" I growl in frustration at the dumb piece of plastic and metal.

"Faythe, you need any help?" I hear my dad's voice coming from the hallway.

"Um, yeah. Thanks" He strides casually into my room and shuts the suitcase almost effortlessly, way to make me feel weak dad, thanks.

I smile at him and he looks down at me, "I'm really going to miss you Faye" he says as he leans in to hug me. His grasp is strong and gave me the tiniest bit of pain, but I didn't care. I was happy that he was happy.

He releases me from his strong hold and he grabs the handle of my suitcase and gestures me to follow him out of my bedroom. Three entire months away from home - I wasn't upset, I was nervous. I'm going to miss him waking me up in the morning, constantly reminding me to get out of bed.

"You all packed?" he questions as we reach the driveway, "Cause it's gonna be a long drive," he opens the trunk and settles my case in.

I nod, "Yep. I'm all packed" he pulls his keys out of his pocket and makes his way to the driver's seat. This is it, I say to myself. This summer is going to either be one of the best times of my life, or incredibly terrible.