Disclaimer: I do not own WOWP, or any of the characters. I do not own Camp Rock or any of the characters. Though, that would be a pretty sweet birthday gift. Just saying. Haha.

MUST READ: In this story, the Russo's are just a normal family. They still have the sub shop. They still live above it. Same personalities and relationships. Even some of the same past experiences I might mention throughout the story. Just no magic. Kay?

Alex sighed as she stared up at her ceiling. She was lying face up on her bed and hadn't moved for the past few minutes. Sure, she would pass it off as her just being mad at her parents. After all, who just springs that sort of thing on their daughter over breakfast? That is the kind of thing you go out and take her shopping and then tell her while you are enjoying some ice cream from a fancy little shop. But the truth of the matter was, Alex was trying not to cry. After all, she was supposed to be tough, cold, unfeeling, and sarcastic. But here she was, about to break down in tears. How could they do this to her? She was happy here. She was happy with the way things were. She liked waking up in the morning, throwing some sarcastic comment at her brother only to have him come back with some witty comment about her intelligence. She liked coming down the stairs to her mom's homemade breakfast, grabbing her school bag and heading off with Max and Justin to the school. She loved seeing Harper when she got there and listening to the girl's strange comments about who knows what. That was her life. How dare they decide one day to change it?

Of course, from her parents side of view, it was all a good change. After all, this was the most prestigious boarding school in the world. They didn't seem to think it was all too much of a problem that it was in England. About two weeks ago, Theresa had gotten a call from her twin sister, Connie, her family had come into some money recently and was sending their daughter off to boarding school. And they would just love to have Justin and Alex come along (Max was still too young). For some reason that Alex just couldn't see, her parents had agreed.

There was a soft knock on her bedroom door, and then she heard it slowly open. Alex let out a sigh, still holding her tears in, and then rolled over to see Justin standing there. "You okay?" he asked her, with that uncommon brotherly concern dripping from every syllable.

"Yeah. Just a bit of a shock. I'm fine." She was too upset to even think up something rude or sarcastic to say to him, which was how she normally answered him, even when he was concerned for her.

"Plane leaves tomorrow," he said coming to sit on the edge of the bed and look down at his sister. "Did you need any help getting packed?" She wanted to say no. She wanted to be alone. She wanted to not pack, and not have to face the fact that she was actually leaving. But, she knew that she really did need the help. So, the two spent the rest of the afternoon packing up the stuff she needed to take with her. It was an unusual amount of time spent together, especially without any fighting or name calling involved, but it was nice. They shared one of those rare brother sister moments that they had once every few years.

That night, Alex had plans with Harper. Of course, she hadn't known when she had made them that it would be the last night the two had together before Alex was shipped off by her parents. She was supposed to be helping her best friend pain the walls of her bedroom. See, Alex was an artist, and a mighty good one at that. She was a bit out of sorts when she got to Harper's house. She didn't really know how to tell her best friend that she was leaving. So instead, she just listened to Harper's idle chatter for a few hours while she got to work painting a giant mural on one of the walls. It was a painting of her and Harper together, all done up like they had been for Alex's anti-prom/zombie prom. They had both been wearing tattered dresses and zombie makeup. It had been a pretty fun night. After Alex had finished painting, she turned to look at Harper with tears in her eyes.

"Alex," Harper said in shock. After all, she had never seen the girl cry before. "What's wrong?"

"Harper," Alex mumbled miserably, "you know how school starts on Monday?" Harper just nodded, not understanding why Alex would be crying over that. Sure, she didn't like school, but crying was a bit extreme for a normal person, for Alex it was unheard of. "I won't be going with you."

"Alex, what are you talking about?"

"My parents are shipping me off half way across the world for boarding school with my stupid cousin and a bunch of spoiled rich brats." And with that, Alex broke into full on sobs. Harper ran over to her and pulled her into a tight hug.

"You'll be back next summer," she said. It wasn't a question. It was just a statement; Pure, simple fact. And oddly, it was the most comforting thing Alex had heard all day.

They were at the airport. All the goodbye's had been said, and their parents had turned to go home after telling them where they should meet Connie and Mitchie. Alex stared at the bustling crowd in front of her and took a deep breath. Justin rested a hand on her shoulder before stating, "It'll be okay. You're a tough girl Alex. Let's go find Aunt Connie." And with that they made their way down to the gate.

Though Alex hadn't seen her aunt since she was five, it was simple enough to recognize her. The woman looked exactly like Alex's mother. Next to her stood a girl a little shorter than Alex. She had a deep tan and dark hair, but there was something so naïve and needy that showed through her eyes that made Alex instantly get the feeling the two of them would not be getting along very well. Mitchie looked…. well, needy was really the only word for it. The girl looked almost as if New York fashion week had puked all over her, and Alex knew that the second the family had come into money, Mitchie must have gone out shopping. Too bad she looked too much like she was trying to fit into high class, and not so much like she had her own sense of style. "Hi," Mitchie said in an excited voice, "I'm your cousin Mitchie. We've met, but it's been years. Isn't this so exciting?" The girl really should work on breathing while speaking.

"Not really," Alex said in a rude tone, and sat down in a seat, putting her head phone's into her ears and turning her iPod on as loud as she could. This was going to be a long plane ride, and a long year.