Camp Rock

Chapter 4: Dancing and Jet-Skiing

I wake up to someone tapping my shoulder, probably Caitlyn waking me up - excited for today's dance class. But I thought I set an alarm for 7:30, considering breakfast is at 8:00. Did I somehow sleep through it?

I batter my eyelashes until my vision is clearer. Leaning over my bed was Mitchie. I slowly lift myself up into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing here Mitchie?" I say in a weary, tired, voice.

"I'm so sorry, my mum needs help in the kitchen again, and I don't know who else to ask." I quietly grunt in frustration so that Caitlyn doesn't wake up. "Please. I will do anything," she begs with he hands clasped together in a wishful position.

"Anything?" I smile.

"Absolutely anything," she confirms.

"Okay! Let me get dressed, I'll meet you in the kitchen quarter past six?" I offer.

She grins widely, showing all of her pearly white teeth, "sounds good to me." And with that, she happily walks out the door, and my smile transforms itself into a completely annoyed look.

I love Mitchie, but it's six in the morning, and I am still tired from last night. Hopefully, things aren't awkward today with Sander, considering the events of last night. I still can't believe that I kissed him, I've never kissed anyone.

What makes it even worse is that it didn't turn out how I wanted it to - it wasn't perfect, it wasn't right. I guess that's summer camp for you.

I pull a white t-shirt over my head with the number 88 in black over the chest. I pull up dark denim jeans and wrap a red flannel sweater around my waste. On my way out the door, I slip on my sneakers and make my way to the kitchen.

No one is out of their cabin, which is sort of a given, due to the fact that it was six in the morning.

I let out an over exaggerated sigh and open the door to chefs frantically cooking our breakfast.

"Good morning Faythe," I hear Connie greeting me from the stove top.

"Good morning Connie, what can I do to help," I reply with a smile plastered on my face.

"You can help Mitchie with the pancakes over there," she nods her head in the direction in which I find Mitchie stirring pancake batter in a large bowl.

I walk over to the brunette with the fringe and start helping her with making the pancakes.

"I'm really grateful that you're helping me out with this," Mitchie gave me a sorrowful smile.

In which I sincerely replied, "It's fine. My mom used to cook. She used to sing too," the corners of my lips rise from the memory of my mother. Her singing 'Over the Rainbow," while cooking dinner.

"Used to?" Mitchie interrupts the happy memory, reminding me of her untimely fate.

"It's a long story," I shrug off agitated. If Mitchie has the right to a secret, so do I.

I think she realised it was a touchy subject because she then acted as if her previous comment was never even mentioned. "So! The pancakes!" She blurts out which caught me a bit by surprise.

I let out a light chuckle, "you are one of a kind."

"That's what my parents always said," she jokes as she fills up a giant metal bowl with flour.

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"Thank you again for all of your help Faythe," Connie expresses her gratitude with a hug.