Okay so I thought of a random idea for a camp rock fic that I don't think is like any of the rest of them. This isn't my usual genre so I'm sorry if I get some facts wrong. Let me know what you think, if it's a lost cause.
Almost forgot... Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or any of the characters and would never claim to.
"Can you please state your full name for the court." The elderly man said from behind the podium.
"Michelle Torres." I replied nervously, my palms were sweaty, my heart was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up.
"Okay Michelle when you're ready would you please tell the court exactly what happened on the evening of June 25th, 2003." The judge said calmly, I could tell he was trying to be nice, keep me calm like everyone else but it made no difference.
I glanced toward my teary-eyed mother, then to the dark haired boy standing next to her trying not to break down and that's when I knew I had to speak. I took a deep breath and turned toward the rest of the courtroom ready to tell the story of the night that I would never forget, the night that broke me, the night that changed my life forever.
Okay I know it's not that long but it is a prologue and I'm just setting the scene. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story.