Camp Rock

Chapter 5: My Song

Caitlyn and I decide to go back to Lola's cabin after dinner. Turns out a bunch of Lola's friends snuck in junk food to camp. So basically we are planning on staying up late and eating our weight in one too many candy bars.

At the moment we are all on the floor surrounded by pillows laughing at a joke a girl named Kate made towards Tess.

"I've always felt sorry for Peggy and Ella," Lola pitches in.

"I've always wondered why they stuck with her for so long," Caitlyn adds.

"And now Mitchie," I say.

It's all for the popularity, the feeling of being in the centre circle. What is it worth? Lying about who you are? Being the backup singer? Having no say in what you really think? It's just not right.

"Well I'm going to sleep, it's getting late." Kate was right, it was getting too late, considering we have to wake up early tomorrow. We all fall asleep on the cabin's wooden floor surrounded by blankets, mattresses and pillows.

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"The Campfire Jam is tonight," Caitlyn says excitedly as she fills her mouth with Connie's pancakes.

"What's that?" I ask

"Okay, so it's like a show where groups or soloists perform," Caitlyn answers.

"Yeah, and no doubt Tess has something planned." I trust that Lola's comment is most likely accurate.

"Wouldn't matter anyway," Barron starts, "it gives us an idea of what they'll be performing at the Final Jam."

I turn around to see Mitchie putting food on her plate. "Where were you this morning?" Tess asks Mitchie. This can't be good, I leave the table and make my way over to her before disaster strikes.

"Uh, um..." I quickly reach the poor girl before Connie interrupts their conversation.

This is not good, I think to myself as Mitchie greets me - little does she know that her mother is right behind her.

"Hi girls!" Connie's welcoming voice acknowledges Tess, Mitchie and I.

"Um, hi?" Tess says in a rude, confused tone.

"Hi, so, um, yummy breakfast," Mitchie says as she and Tess walk away to a table.

I quickly bud in before this gets any worse, "Hey, Connie. Can I ask you something about breakfast?"

"Oh, sure?" I feel bad for her. Just imagine if you found out that your daughter is too embarrassed for people to know that you're their parent - it would be a horrible feeling.

"So what is it that you wanted to talk about? Did I undercook the pancakes? I thought Mitchie checked them to see if they were raw." The pace of her voice was so fast, thinking that she had done something wrong. I quickly thought of all the things I can ask her to cover up the fact that I only called her out so that she would stop talking to Mitchie. Which would eventually blow her cover.

And the only thing I could think of at that moment was something I really didn't want to say. "No, no, no. It had nothing to do with your cooking. I just wanted to see if I could help you guys out more often in the kitchen." Everything that was coming out of my mouth was untrue. I did not want to see if they needed help, but what was I going to do now? "I mean there are a lot of mouths to feed."