This is a new fanfic. I know I was thinking of writing a sequel to my other one 'Mitchie's Unrevealed' but then this came to me and I started thinking about it so I wrote chapter 1. Read and Review

If you asked me right this second who I am, I'd tell you that I'm Michelle Torres. I'm a seventeen year old girl with long brown hair that I keep tied back. I have no fashion sense at all and I wear long skirts and hand knitted jumpers. I have no friends because I have never forgotten to do a piece of homework and I don't wear makeup. I spend my free time shut up in my room reading books.

If you ask me in an hour, I'd say 'Hey, I'm Mitchie. I'm the most popular girl at my school. I have long brown hair that I never tie back and I wear makeup all of the time. I have the ultimate fashion sense and loads of friends, though the only one who knows me really well is Caitlyn, my best friend. I'm always out at the cinema or shopping.'

However, if you ask me at ten o'clock tonight, I'd say that I am Demi Lovato, world famous pop star with an amazing singing voice and loads of money. Every kid in the world loves me and I live in a huge mansion with hundreds of servants and far too many guest rooms.

The truth is I am all three of these girls. At home or when my Mum is around, I'm Michelle, a shy nerdy girl. As soon as my Mum can't see me, I'm Mitchie. I have to be very careful because when my Mum meets with my teachers, I don't want her hearing about how I dress or act at school. Mostly my Mum only asks about my grades and homework. They're perfect, straight A's in everything except PE.

When it's time for Demi to be somewhere, I loose Mitchie and Michelle and become the other version of me. I pull on my black curly wig and carefully apply eyeliner. Then I go out on stage and sing my heart out to my number one hits while the crowd chants my lyrics. Occasionally, my boyfriend comes to sing with me. Did I mention him? Demi Lovato is dating no other than Shane Gray, lead singer in the world famous band 'Connect 3'.

The public find it hilarious. Shane's band and I are always competing for the top spot but if either of us wins, we feel bad for the other. Shane doesn't know who I really am. If I ever have him around for dinner, he has to leave pretty early so that I can be smuggled out as a servant before my Mum starts to worry.

My Mum doesn't know who I am. One time, she caught me watching a snippet of one of my own concerts on TV and had a go at me for watching inappropriate content with stupid rock stars. She then made me go and practice the piano to get the ridiculous music out of my head. That was when I decided not to tell her.

Today is an ordinary day for me. My alarm went off at six and I groaned and grumbled as I clambered out of bed.

I grabbed my school bag off of the hook on the back of my door and opened up my walk in wardrobe. If you push through the first few racks of clothing, you discover a little door and if you duck through the door, you find my other wardrobe. When we moved into this house I had just started my career as Demi and I needed somewhere better to hide my clothes than under a loose floor board like at my old house.

I was choosing my room and as soon as I discovered the secret wardrobe I chose this one. It would be perfect.

Now, as I chose a bright pink top and shorts to hide in my bag, I remembered that I was having a 'sleepover' at Caitlyn's tonight. Whenever I had a sleepover at her house, it meant I had a concert to go to. My Mum didn't know that but Mrs Gellar did. I had told her years ago because I knew I could trust her and she was the only person who could help me get to and from the concerts. I grabbed a pair of 'Mitchie' pyjamas and shoved them into my bag too. M bag was huge. My Mum thought it was always stuffed with books but in reality it was full of clothes so that when I got to Caity's I could change.

At half seven, I walked into the kitchen, my school rucksack on my back.

"Good morning, Michelle," my Mother, Connie, said with her back to me. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun and her shoes looked like something my Grandmother would have worn… or I imagined she would have.

I didn't know any of my family. The only person I knew was my mother. I didn't now my Dad or any of my grandparents. I could have been Shane Gray's sister for all I knew… I quickly wished I wasn't because I really liked him and if I was his sister that would be more than a little freaky.

"Good morning Mother," I said, sitting at the wooden table patiently as she turned around to serve me pancakes. I sat in silence until she passed the honey to me.

"Michelle, did you remember to pack for your sleepover at Caitlyn's house tonight? I would like you to get some sleep as well as studying because I don't want your grades to drop from exhaustion." Like that was going to happen. Demi had servants who were hired to do homework for her.

"Of course mother. We should have finished all of our homework by ten at the latest."

"Good,"

We barely spoke for the next fifteen minutes but I didn't really care. I was seventeen and I was so used to this whole silence thing that it was routine. When the clock showed it was quarter to eight I stood up.

"Goodbye, mother. I will see you tomorrow." My mum thought I left early to go to school and study… I left early to have time to change at Caitlyn's house.

"Have a good sleepover Michelle." I gave a sweet smile and walked briskly out of the door.

"Eugh!" I groaned as I pulled the door shut behind me. My old fashioned beige skirt swayed in the breeze and my thick jumper itched my arms. I hurried around the corner and then pulled out my phone. Again, my Mum didn't know I had it.

"Hey Caity. I'm on my way."

"Oh, hey Mitch!"

"Can you get my Demi stuff ready please? I don't think I'm gonna have much time once I get to yours,"
"Course, see you in five!" she hung up.

I left my basic Demi stuff – wig and Demi makeup – at Caitlyn because her Mum knew and if my Mum did ever find my wardrobe, at least she couldn't steal my essential things.

At five to eight I arrived at Caitlyn's ad knocked on the door. While I waited for someone to answer, I pulled out my hair so that I didn't look like Michelle any more. I didn't look like Mitchie either but it was a start.

"Morning Mitch!"

"Hey, Mrs Gellar!"

"Mitchie, how many times have I told you to call me Cathy?"

"Sorry, I just spend too much time with my Mum I guess." Cathy rolled her eyes.

"Come on in. Caitlyn has most your stuff for you but she still needs the clothes. I'll bring them when I pick you up tonight."

"Thank you so much for all of this Cathy! You're a better Mum to me than my mother!"

"I doubt that, Mitch." I didn't. Cathy understood, she was kind and I loved her more than the strict woman I was forced to call Mother. Cathy treated me like a daughter. She was strict if I misbehaved but she was also there when I needed a shoulder to cry on.

I ran upstairs into Caity's room to find my best friend waiting patiently for me.

"Morning Michelle," she said with a perfectly straight face.

"The day you start calling me Michelle is the day I refer to you as Miss Gellar," I said as I sprinted into her bathroom.

I pulled off my ridiculous skirt and knee length socks and replaced them with shorts. Then I switched my disgusting shoes for some slight heels that made me look that tiny bit older. I pulled of my stupid woollen sweater and the horrible top I had on underneath and yanked my new top over my head. The pink was the same shade as my heels and I thought the top looked really nice, hugging my curves in all the right places.

A quick splash of make up, some hairbrushing and a glance in the mirror later, I had lost Michelle and was Mitchie.

When I emerged into Caity's room with my arms full of clothes, she was sitting on her bed with her back to me.

"Wocha doin?" I said over her shoulder. She jumped about a foot in the air.

"Nothing," she said unconvincingly.

"Sure, and I'm Demi Lovato." It was an automatic response; it was what all of the girls at school said. It didn't really work with me.

"Well you are, so that means I'm telling the truth," she said, happy to get her own way. I groaned and dumped my Michelle clothes on the bed so that I could find my Demi ones in my bag.

"Here," I said, handing her a pair of skinny jeans and a yellow top. I loved Demi's clothes. They were different and they made her stand out. If I could, I would always wear Demi's clothes, but that would probably give my secret away if I turned up at a concert in what I had been wearing to school.

Caitlyn packed them into a stylish bag as Cathy called from downstairs.

"Girls, you're gonna be late! I'll give you a lift!"

"Thanks Mum!" Caitlyn shouted back. We grabbed the various bags that we needed and raced each other down the stairs. I won by about half a second. Cathy took my Demi bag from me when we got outside and packed it in the boot.

"I'll pick you two up from school at half three," she told us. I nodded and climbed inside.

"Caity, do you have your disguise with you?" I asked her. Caitlyn laughed. On the rare occasion Demi was seen anywhere, she always had her best friend Sophie with her. Caitlyn had light brown hair that twisted and curled its way down her back. Sophie had long straight hair that hung just to her shoulders. It was thick and blonde and the wig annoyed Caitlyn, but it also made Caitlyn look like a completely different person.

"Yeah, I think it's still in the boot from last time. Why?" she said as the car pulled out of her drive.

"I think I might call you out tonight,"

"What?" she choked out. I laughed.

"Seriously, I'll introduce you as the girl who produces all of my music." Caitlyn looked nervous. She did produce all my music but nobody really knew that.

"No choice," I told her. "It's happening." Caitlyn groaned and I laughed.

xOx

"Hey Torres," came a shout from behind me.

"Lauren!" I said happily. Lauren was my second best friend. She didn't know about Demi but she did know about Michelle. We hugged quickly.

It was lunch time and we were sitting on the field sunbathing. There was only four days of school left before summer and lying here in this lush weather was something I really wished I could do all of the day. Four days seemed a long time to wait.

"Guess what!" she squealed.

"What?"

"I got Demi Lovato tickets!" I gasped and pretended to jump for joy. It was the last thing I had been expecting but improvising was something I had grown to be very good at over the years.

"You are so lucky," I pretended to complain. "When for?"

"Tonight! My Mum told me this morning!" I giggled and Caitlyn laughed at me over Lauren's shoulder.

"I hate you sometimes!"

"Yeah, but I have three tickets!" I stopped laughing.

"You want me to come?"

"Yeah, and Caity!" she said, still oblivious to my stillness.

"Sorry, Lozzee," Caitlyn said, looking down to hide her smile. "We already have plans,"

"Come on! Cancel them or something! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!" I was saved from answering by my phone, which started ringing my Connect 3 ringtone. I gave Lauren a give-me-a-minute-to-deal-with-this-call look and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Demi, it's me, Cathy," Caitlyn's mum? Calling me Demi?

"Hey Cathy," I said uncertainly.

"Look, sorry about this. You know I said you could use our house number as your contact number,"

"Yeah…?"

"Well I just got a call from your manager. She said she'd got you into some music Camp this summer and there's a space for Cai- Sophie too!"

"Are you on the phone with Rebecca still?" I asked knowingly. Rebecca was my manager.

"Yeah, that's my problem. Can you tell Sophie about it?"

"Sure I can!" I said, excited. A music camp! That sounded much more fun than lazing around in Caitlyn's back garden.

"Okay, see you later!"

"Bye Cathy!" I hung up.

I didn't get a chance to speak to Caitlyn alone all through lunch. Lauren was desperately trying to convince us to go to the concert with her. When the bell went, we sprinted off immediately. Lauren wandered of to English unhappily and I sat next to Caitlyn in Maths. The teacher came in before I could speak to her so I ripped a page out of my notebook and scribbled down a quick note.

Ur mum called nd sed my manager got us places a music camp all summa. U in?

Caitlyn looked at the note for a long moment.

As in u and me or Demi nd Soph? I circled 'Demi nd Soph' and she nodded, grinning. I screwed the note up and shoved it into my pocket so that I could focus on the lesson and not let my grades drop because of Demi.

My life was so confusing sometimes. I had to act cool and be different if I wanted Mitchie to be as popular but at the same time I had to work hard and turn down nights out if Demi and Michelle were going to stay the same. Since I had become Demi Lovato three years ago, I had barely been out with my friends at all. I was still popular and everyone wanted to be my friend, but I didn't go out all that much.

At exactly half three that afternoon, a black car pulled up outside the school gate. Cathy wound down one window and waved to us. We sprinted over laughing as one of the many boys who had a crush on me tripped. If it wasn't for Shane, I would probably have been dating a different boy every week. But Shane was mine, even if he only knew about one third of me.

"How was school girls?" Cathy asked as she pulled out of the school and joined the queue of traffic heading into the centre of town.

"Better since you called," I told her. "Tell me all about the camp,"

"Yeah, tell us everything you know!" Caity begged. Cathy laughed.

"Well I was watching some TV programme about Demi Lovato at about twelve when the phone rang and I answered it. It was some woman saying was Demi there and I guessed she was something to do with work because she had my number for you. So I told her you were out and she asked if I could pass a message on. That's when I rung you.

"It was your manager Rebecca and she said the boys of Connect 3 were going to summer camp and Shane wanted his girlfriend to come. The Camp's Called Camp Rock and it's not all that far from here. It's by a huge lake and it's one of the biggest camps in the world for music. The man that runs it is called Brown and he's Shane, Nate and Jason's uncle. That's how you all got in at such late notice. Most people are on the waiting list for months,"

"So Shane's going to be there?" I said. Although I hadn't thought it possible, there was something that could make a summer of music better.

"Yes, that's what I understood it to mean. Rebecca said he wanted to tell you himself but he was busy. Is he at your concert tonight?"

"I think so," I said thoughtfully. "He said he would be if he could, but he might be busy at the studio."

"Is Nate going did you say?" Caitlyn asked quietly, her eyes shining.

"I believe so," Cathy replied, throwing me a knowing glance in the mirror.

"I'll make sure you meet him, don't worry." I promised my best friend.

"Really? Thank you so much! I've always wanted to… Yeah, that'd be great." She smiled, embarrassed.

"Girls, we're almost there," Cathy told me. I glanced out of the window. The stadium towered just a few hundred yards down the road.

"Caity, you'd better start hyperventilating now, not when you're on stage," I told her. She glared at me.

"I really don't want to,"

"Tough luck, it's not optional." Caity groaned and I laughed as Cathy pulled up to the security gate. She wound down her window.

"Authorised Personal only," the security guard said in a bored voice. I pulled my hair back with one hand and leant over, my face half in shadow.

"Bob, it's me." I said. The man did a double take. He could only half see me and I knew he hadn't noticed that my hair was brown.

"Of course, Miss Lovato," the gates swung open and Cathy drove through.

"I'll get the bags," she told us, driving around the corner so that passers by couldn't see us.

Caity and I leapt out of the car and ran around the corner so that we would have space to get ready. Cathy appeared with our bags and handed them to us.

"I'll go and let Rebecca know you're here, be fast!" We nodded and unzipped our bags. I grabbed my bald cap and some hair pins and pinned my hair up, snapped the cap over the top of it easily, even without a mirror. Because my wig was shorter than my hair, I never risked just tying it up.

I pulled the wig on over the top and then zipped up my bag. I would redo my hair and change my outfit once I was inside.

"Ready?" Caity asked, smoothing out her own wig.

"Let's go!" We grabbed our bags and walked inside talking. A few familiar people waved at me and said hi. I grinned back.

In my dressing room, I was greeted by Rebecca, my manager. She was in her late twenties and had dark brown hair that she kept very short and tucked behind her ears.

"Afternoon, Demi." She said, smiling.

"Hey Becky. How long have I got?" Rebecca checked her watch.

"It's about three hours till the show starts at seven. Are you coming to that camp?" I grinned.

"As soon as my Mum says yes, I'm in!" Rebecca nodded, not knowing how strict my Mother could be.

"Good, I'll send you the details!"

"Thanks Becky!" I said as she left the room. I pushed the door shut and turned to face Caitlyn who was unpacking her outfit in the corner.

"Caitlyn I'm going to summer camp with my boyfriend!" I half shouted. Caitlyn laughed.

"And I get to meet his amazingly cute brother!" I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, I'm spending all summer with Shane!"

Right on cue the door opened and in stepped non other than Shane Gray, his hair flopping across his face.

"Did I hear my name?" he asked innocently.

"Shane!" I screamed. I literally flew across the room to throw my arms around his neck.

"Hey baby," he whispered into my hair. I pulled away.

"I missed you, Shane." I pouted.
"Demi, baby, I saw you like a week ago!"

"Yeah but not since then!" Shane sighed and bent down to give me a quick kiss. I heard Caitlyn gagging behind me.

"Sophie!" I complained as I turned around. Shane snaked his arms around my waist.

"Sorry, but next time you have the urge to go all disgusting and kissy can you warn me so I can turn around?"

"Shut it, Soph!" Caitlyn rolled her eyes.

"So are you two coming to Camp Rock this summer?" Shane asked me.

"Of course we are! How did you manage to get me in there? I heard there's a really long waiting list!"

"There is, but my Uncle owns the place so I just pulled a few strings and you are famous, after all!" I grinned.

"Some of the time, anyway." Shane sighed. He found it frustrating that I wouldn't tell him who I was but I had promised him I didn't have a boyfriend and he knew it was so that he couldn't let anything slip accidentally, so he didn't pry… too much.

"Sorry Shane, but you know it's my little secret."

"I know who Sophie is," he told me, nodding his head towards Caitlyn. She froze and I felt my muscles tense.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I heard you talking to Caitlyn as I came in here and the only other person in here is Sophie, so she must be called Caitlyn." I threw a worried glance at my best friend.

"Okay, I'll admit that's her name but you might have to leave if I'm supposed to be on stage. I need time to get ready, you know?" Shane sighed.

"Can I just see you without the wig once?"

"No, definitely not! Now go, before I call security!"

"On your own boyfriend, I don't think so!" But he left anyway, chuckling.

"He knows my name," Caitlyn said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, but at least he doesn't know mine."

We spent the next hour getting ready. Caitlyn helped me to properly attach my wig with pins and grips. Then I helped her with hers, fluffing up the fake hair to give it some life.

"Beautiful," she complimented me as we walked up the stairs that lead to the wings. It was half an hour until show time and I was feeling completely ready. I looked like Demi and I felt like Demi as Shane appeared.

"Hey again," I said to him, grabbing a slice of chocolate cake off of the refreshment table.

"You know what, I'm surprised," he told me.

"Oh really, why?"

"You didn't spot the coke," I spun around and saw a huge red bottle labelled 'Coca Cola' on the table. I grabbed a plastic cup and poured the coke into it. I was a coke addict. My Mother didn't let me have it but Cathy always had some in the house so I drunk it a lot. I sipped it and then looked up at Shane who was standing next to me.

I kissed him passionately. Drinking coke might make me happy, but kissing Shane Gray felt like heaven.

xOx

"Hey you guys! How you doing?" I said into the microphone. The noise from the crowd immediately changed from thousands of conversations to one huge scream. I stood just off of stage, laughing silently.

"Now I'm going to start off tonight with a new song," I said, striding confidently onto stage. "It's called La La Land and it's about my life," Caitlyn grinned at me as my band started playing the opening chords.

I am confident, but I still have my moments

Baby, that's just me

I'm not a supermodel, I still eat McDonald's

Baby, that's just me

Well, some may say I need to be afraid

Of losing everything, because of where I

Had my start and where I made my name

Well, everything's the same in the La La Land machine

Machine, machine

Who said I can't wear my Converse with my dress?

Well baby, that's just me

Who said I can't be single and have to go out and mingle

Baby, that's not me, no, no

Well, some may say I need to be afraid

Of losing everything, because of where I

Had my start and where I made my name

Well, everything's the same in the La La Land

Tell me do you feel the way I feel

'Cause nothing else is real in the La La Land appeal

Well, some may say I need to be afraid

Of losing everything, because of where I

Had my start and where I made my name

Well, everything's the same in the La La Land machine

Well, I'm not gonna change in the La La Land machine

I will stay the same in the La La Land

Machine, machine, machine

I won't change anything in my life

I'm staying myself tonight

I finished, happy with my performance. I had only written that song a few weeks ago, when I was annoyed with my mother for knitting me yet another jumper. I didn't want to ruin my reputation as the perfect child so I went up to my room, pulled out my 'Demi Song Book' and wrote it. It was totally about me, all three sides of me.

The crowds loved it. They screamed and cheered as I smiled and urged them on; talking in a way I had learned wound them up.

"So who wants to hear another song?" I finally asked after a few minutes. They all cheered and I laughed. This was going to be a fun concert.

The end of the concert came around all too fast. Shane came on for a couple of duets and the audience loved the surprise guest. I finished singing my last song and the crowd went wild.

"So, before I go, I've got one last thing to do," I said, placing the microphone onto the stand. I threw Caitlyn a little smile and her face looked like thunder. "Every time you heard my songs played on the radio or buy them off of iTunes, they're produced by one person. That is my totally amazing and completely awesome best friend Sophie Miller! Come on out here, Sophie!" Caity at least had the grace to stop glaring before she shyly stumbled out, her head down. She tucked her hair nervously behind an ear as I pointed to her.

"Give it up for Sophie Miller!" The crowd cheered again. "Okay, that's really it now! Goodnight and Goodbye, everyone!" The lights slowly dimmed to the roaring of the crowds and as soon as it was totally dark, I guided Caitlyn off of the stage.

"I hate you," she said as soon as we were off of the stage.

"Love you too," I told her as Shane appeared.

"I've got to go now, I guess I'll see you in like a week when Camp starts, right?" I grinned.

"Of course, Shane."

"Bye, Demi." I smiled as he kissed me and then walked of, pausing to wink at me.

"Eugh, c'mon, my Mum's waiting." Caitlyn said. We sprinted into the dressing room and changed our outfits, shoving our spare clothes back into our bags. While I had been on stage, Cathy had given my schoolwork to Becky, who in turn had given it to whoever was paid to do my homework for me. As I left, Becky thrust my bag at me.

"Thanks," I said, slinging it over my shoulder.

Cathy had us back at her house in less than an hour. Before we climbed out of the car, we pulled off our wigs and his them away. I was thankful for the millionth time that Cathy was cool with my whole triple identity thing. If it wasn't for Cathy, there was no way I could have managed two identities, let alone three.

We were sitting in Caitlyn's room as she copied my homework. It might be Friday but we had the whole weekend to hang out if we did all the homework now. Not that we would be officially hanging out. I would tell my Mum we were studying. This was supposed to be a homework sleepover and I was supposed to be asleep by ten. It was already half nine and we hadn't even started the movies or popcorn yet. There goes another promise.

We didn't get to sleep until about three in the morning. We watched all three of the currently existing Twilight films and laughed until we cried when Victoria got her head ripped off. Yes, we're that weird. Get over it. We pretended to be sick every time Edward Cullen took off his shirt and pretended to faint every time Jacob removed his. We weren't hugely obsessed with Twilight, but we did like it.

We woke up in the morning about half nine to Cathy banging on the bedroom door. We had fallen asleep on the floor halfway through some boring movie and when Cathy woke up we winced because the curtains were still open and sunlight was streaming in.

"Michelle, your Mother is on the phone. Could you stop studying for just a few minutes to come and talk to her? She says it is urgent." I smirked at Caitlyn, Cathy was so good at acting like I was Michelle. Then I slowly clambered out of bed.

"Thank you Mrs Gellar," I said politely as I opened the door. She handed me the phone.

"Hello mother,"

"Michelle, how is your studying going?"
"Very well thank you. Do you think I could possibly stay here the whole day to continue?"

"Of course Michelle as long as you are home before dark,"
"Thank you very much, mother." I walked into the bathroom and looked for the glass. I needed a drink.

"Michelle, I rang because I have a job this summer,"

"Really mother? Where is it?" I found the glass and turned on the tap.

"It is a summer camp, not too far away. I have been asked to cater for the children there and you are allowed to come because I have a discounted rate for you," I spat out the water I had been about to swallow. What? I wasn't spending the summer at some camp catering for my mother. I wanted to go to Camp Rock with my boyfriend and best friend and have the best summer of my life.

"What camp is it," I asked, trying to sound calm.

"It is a camp I think you will enjoy a lot. It is a music camp," my eyes grew wide. "It is called Camp Rock." I almost laughed. Go to summer camp as Michelle and Demi at the same time? That would be interesting.

"Mother, do you really think I should go, I mean will I not get in your way?"

"Of course not, Michelle. You shall come. It starts a week on Monday." Then she hung up and I laughed so hard that Caitlyn came running in.

"What?" she asked, worried for my mental health.

"My Mum wants me to go to Camp Rock as Michelle."

"What? But you're coming as Demi!"

"Yeah, I'm going to be both of them!" Caitlyn sighed.

"Well then, this could be one interesting summer."

xOx

It was two o'clock in the afternoon and I was sitting in a little café in town with Caitlyn. We had been shopping all day, but we had barely brought anything at all. I guess it was called window shopping. I had tried on countless dresses for no reason whatsoever, but I was making the most of being Mitchie before I spent all of Sunday as Michelle.

We crashed at Starbucks. Because of the hot weather, we were sitting outside, trying to top up our tans before Camp so that we looked like we didn't spend our lives shut in school. Nobody really knew anything about Demi Lovato. They didn't know if she wore a wig, I had never told anyone. They just assumed, correctly, that my black hair was fake.

I sipped my coffee and pulled out my phone.

"Two seventeen," I complained. "I've gotta be home in less than six hours!" Caity laughed.

"Well lets make the most of it before Michelle comes back to take over your body," I groaned.

"Well at least summer's going to be fun…" Caitlyn grinned broadly.

"Tell me bout it! You trying to be Demi Lovato, the hottest teen girl in the world, and Michelle, a little girl from nowhere who is only attending because of her Mum's catering company? Interesting…"

"Well you're going to have to help me, cover for both sides of me when I'm not around. I get the feeling I'm going to have to do some very quick changes."

"Of course you are and I'm going to find it hilarious!"

"Thanks, best friend!" I looked at the floor and saw a pair of repulsive Granny shoes.

After a few seconds, I realised the shoes were familiar and my eyes bugged out of my head. Very slowly, I looked up into the eyes of my mother. I had never seen her so cross.

"Michelle Torres. What is going on here?"

So that's chapter 1. It's 11 pages long and I'm not sure the other chapters will be as long but I really got into it.

Tell me what you think

~Spwarkle

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