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Post by mitchie torres on Apr 14, 2009 15:43:29 GMT -5
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notes ; sorta naff, i'm sorry .YOU'RE THE ONLY *; [/size]   thing i know like [/size] the back of my hand.[/size][/center] Mitchie had been a bit of a dork lately. Okay, let's not call her a dork because we all know Mitchie was always a dork to begin with. Let's just call her an unsociable potatoe. Yes, I think that's the word for her. Then again, that's not really one word, is it? It's two words. Which you could more or less call a phrase. Okay, so the phrase to use for the way Mitchie had been acting lately would be "unsociable potatoe". Are we all agreed on that ? Good, new paragraph.
Anyways, as I was saying before I rudely interrupted myself, Mitchie had been a bit of an unsociable potatoe. She'd been staying in her cabin an awful lot; a lot more than she'd planned to in fact. I mean, who the hell goes to Camp Rock and stays in their cabin? It's a wonder she didn't die of boredom, because she didn't actually do much while she was in her cabin. Just stay on her laptop, or try to think of a new song yet fail miserably at writing anything new. She didn't quite know why she didn't want to go and hang out with the other people at camp like a normal person, she was just going through a phase. She hadn't seen or spoken to Shane in ages, and she was starting to think she had done or said something wrong. But then again, he was a Gray wasn't he? They all had their occasional moody moments, and did unpredictable things.
Like take Nate and Emma for example. What the hell was that about? How dare he cheat on her with somebody like Madison? That was just wrong. Mitchie wasn't even sure whether Emma knew about it, because she'd promised Nate she wouldn't tell a soul. Then again, it was getting kind of hard to keep a secret this big from her. True, since she'd been an unsociable potatoe, she hadn't been talking to Emma much. Especially since Emma was always off teaching classes now. But Mitchie was starting to miss her best friend terribly, so as she lay on her bed staring at the designs in the floorboards, she pulled out her cell and told Emma to meet her at the cinema. Then she got to her feet, changed into a different outfit, and left the cabin.
She wasn't sure what movies were showing, she just felt like doing something with her best friend. Plus, she hadn't been to the cinema in what felt like ages. She hopped onto the first bus and got off once it pulled up outside the bus stop at the movie theatre. She took her phone out of her pocket to check the time, then looked up to see if Emma was around. She sighed, leaning against the wall as she waited for her friend.
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Post by emma grant on Apr 14, 2009 18:20:49 GMT -5
 ( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME ) [/COLOR] I N S I D E A P E R F E C T L Y S T R A I G H T L I N E [/FONT][/center] emma was just finishing up with her final class of the day as her she heard her cell phone going off from across the room. she groaned slowly before telling her class that they could stop dancing around the room and just sit and talk. of course, most of her class really didn't like that idea. they were here to dance after all. they were just the way she was four years ago. she was here for dance and nothing else. for many of them, that was all they wanted when they got older. of course, they didn't know that one day that could all change. they could randomly decide, "well maybe i'm not such a great dancer." they could have second thoughts about it all. and once that happened, god only knew how their dancing would end up. emma had been having second thoughts about her actual ability when it came to dancing, and it was really taking a toll on her. she'd sucked, to put it lightly. and she could tell that the students who she was teaching had begun to notice. it was like they weren't treating her with as much respect anymore. it was like they all of asudden thought that they were better then she was, and that they should have been teaching the class. they'd probably over throw her soon. oh well, emma wasn't sure how much she'd actually mind anymore. maybe she'd be happy if she was done with this stupid place. stupid camp rock. she really wasn't enjoying herself anymore. over the years she'd grown to love it so much, that she might have raised the bar too high. and now, she was just expecting it to be so amazing, and it wasn't working out that way.
as emma made her way across the room she ignored the death glares that she was getting from her dancers. any normal 11 year old kid would be glad to get the chance to talk with their friends, and gossip about the tess tylers of their age group. yet, these kids just didn't want to stop. they didn't want to break for three seconds so that emma could try and call nate, or mitchie or caitlyn, or hell, even her mom. the four people she wanted to talk to, just didn't seem to have time to talk to or be with her anymore. espechialy nate. it was just weird. it was like nate was avoiding emma. to emma, it was the most annoying thing ever. she didn't get what she'd done, or what he'd done. whatever had happened, she didn't care anymore. she just wanted to be let back in the loop. she was sick of having people looking at her all the time as if she didn't know what was going on, yet everyone else did. she was sick of having people dislike her because of the fact that she was dating nate gray. if those people were really that jelouse of her and nate then they could all just go...just go...well emma wasn't sure what they could go do. but it would involve something other then them annoying the hell out of emma.
as emma viewed the new text message she smiled once she saw that it was from mitchie. finally, someone who was willing to hang around with her. maybe she wasn't a total reject here at camp. she still had a few people who would love her through out it all. but what was it all you ask? those stupid old habbits. you know, getting into bitch fights with random people, and um...the one that she'd told nate she had under control. ding ding ding! if you guessed drinking, then you're right. emma had gotten back into the whole using alchohol to calm herself down. and it was working, for the most part. it hadn't back fired on her or anything. yet, that is. she'd only gotten into her bad habits, maybe two weeks ago. it had even happened last night. but could you blaime her? she felt like nate was hiding something from her, the whole dancing thing that she thought she had going for her was falling apart, and she couldn't take the annoying little eleven, twelve, and thirteen year olds who wouldn't leave her alone. stupid kids.
emma slid her phone into her bag that was sitting on the floor and looked to the clock on the wall. five more minutes...call was supposed to be over in five minutes. oh well, she could always cut it short. she turned her attention back to her students and forced a smile on her face, something she found herself doing often. "alright, well were going to call it quits today." she said, bracing herself for the kids to starting flipping shit about how they didn't want to stop yet. but emma had learned the art of ignoring it all. ignoring when they yelled at you. she grabbed her bag off of the ground and slid off her dancing shoes, before sliding her converse on her feet. "bye," she said quickly, before she was safe and out of the room. she took off in dead sprint, hoping that she wouldn't miss the bus. ah damn. emma groaned loudly to herself as she watched the dust kick up as the bus drove away. she looked around and suddenley wished that she had a car. she could always borrow nates car, but she hadn't any idea where he was. not to mention if she asked, he'd probably have some lame excuse as to why she couldn't borrow it. so whatever. the next bus would be around in fifteen minutes or so.
emma pulled out her phone to text mitchie quickly. "just missed the bus. be there in 20" she typed quickly before putting the phone away. she sat on the wooden bench, ready to just wait. she wished she had her ipod, or something to entertain her. a good book, anything would really do. she could call nate...sure, that seemed like a good idea. she took her phone out yet again and dialed nate's number quickly, really hoping to not get the answering macheine but when she did she found herself sighing. "um hey. it's me. just called because i'm, well, bored. well this is kind of pointless i suppose. i'm going to the movies with mitch, i'll talk to you later. bye" she said quickly before looking around. it was pretty empty. probably because most kids were at classes still. how come mitchie didn't have a class? oh well, she must have a weird schedule. it wasn't as if emma had had much time to talk to her best friend about little things like their schedules. she'd hardly had time for anything lately. once the bus finally pulled up the smile replaced the annoyed frown as she hopped on.
the ten minutes bus ride was boring, but emma wasn't expecting much more. no one from camp rock was on, so she just sat in the back by herself before she finally arrived at the theater. as emma stepped off the bus she allowed the smile on her face to grow even larger. finally! she was able to see her mitchie. emma ran over to mitchie before hugging her tightly, "STOP AVOIDING ME RIGHT NOW!" emma said sarcasticly, not letting go of mitchie. "i haven't see you in ever. and that's sad because we share a freaking cabin." emma said, stepping back and looking at mitchie. she didn't look different. good, that meant it hadn't been that long. TEMPLATE BY WRECKOFTHEDAY ! OF CAUTION.
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Post by sebastien jake dalton on Apr 26, 2009 12:54:39 GMT -5
template by NIDA'S GOT SWAGGER! at caution v2. outfitYOU'RE THE ONLY *; [/size] thing i know like [/size] the back of my hand.[/size][/center] Mitchie stole a glance at her wristwatch, wondering where on earth Emma could be. Maybe she was stuck in class, and the younger students weren't letting her leave ... they had done that to her many times before, because Mitchie had been the one Emma would rant to whenever she had a problem. Not that Mitchie minded or anything, because she did the exact same thing to Emma whenever she had a problem she needed to talk about. It was what best friends were for, right ? Even if it meant getting into trouble with her parents because of the phone bill, Mitchie would always be there for Emma to rant to, just like Emma would always be there for Mitchie to rant to. Distance hadn't stopped them from being best friends before, and that wasn't about to change.
Or maybe Emma had run into Nate and he'd whisked her off her feet like he always did. They were the cutest couple in the world in Mitchie's opinion, and she'd been exceedingly upset when things hadn't worked out between them the previous year, especially since she was best friends with both of them. She didn't let their breakup ruin any of the friendships she had with them, but she had still been upset. And now they were back together, much to Mitchie's delight. Still, though, she would have to hit Nate for stealing Emma away from her when they were meant to be going to the movies.
Or maybe she had just missed the bus. And as that thought entered her brain, her phone sang "pam pam pam paaaaam you've got mail" (i.e. mitchie's message tone). She slid her phone out of her pocket to check what the message said, and read that indeed, Emma had missed the bus. Oh how was Mitchie always right ? If Nate was standing next to her right about then, he probably would have pretended to tie a rope round her head so it wouldn't be so darn big or something of the sort, because he was always teasing her about having a big head. "Alright, just be here soon you silly goose," she texted back with a grin before putting her phone back into her pocket.
She found herself singing very loudly as she waited, not caring the looks she got from people as they passed by her. Mitchie was born to sing, she couldn't really keep her songs in, could she ? Some of the looks read "shut up, you annoying teenager", while others read "not bad". But the funniest look she could see came from a boy about her age which basically said "oh baby, kiss me now. i'm desperate". She'd actually stopped singing at that point just so she could laugh at him ... yes, she was pretty good at telling what a person was thinking most of the time.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she saw the familiar figure of her best friend running towards her, and pulling her into a tight hug. Mitchie squeezed her back willingly. "Aww why ? I was having so much fun!" she replied, just as sarcastically. "I know. But I've come out of hibernation now. That's good, right?" she grinned, and pulled a ribbon out of her pocket. "Like my headband thing? I was bored, so I'm going to make you wear one too. Yeah, it was just lying on your bedside table, and I grabbed it on my way out. Now stay still so I can tie it." She grinned again as she walked behind Emma and tied the ribbon around her head, in the same way Mitchie's was tied. "Yeaaah that look works for you, Em. Now what movie are we going to watch ? I was thinking of watching Hannah Montana the movie, because there's nothing better on. Plus, we can just laugh at Miley Cyrus' bad acting .. please ?" Ah, Mitchie had missed her best friend.
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