I do not own Shake It Up, and if I did, well... this would happen. And if you can figure out the story already, I'm sorry it has to be so unoriginal. Anyways, hope you enjoy my little fic!

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CECE'S DIARY

Dear Diary,

Wow, what a wonderful day, note sarcasm.

Rocky and I fought over a piece of lettuce during lunch. She saw it was in my sandwich, but I didn't want to eat it. She said I should. One thing led to another and I ended up shoving Swiss cheese in her mouth. Of course, as a true-blue vegetarian, she got mad at me and told me I was a jerk. A girk. (Girl jerk.)

And second, in frustration, I tried deporting Gunther Hessenheffer again. No luck.

Deuce and Dina kept rubbing in my face that they're both not single. You know, they're the people who I thought were the least likely to be in a steady relationship. I could've reached that measly goal way before Deuce and Dina, who are probably destined to grow old hiding in Mexico, forging birth papers and turning their names into Coco and Zuzu.

You know, my life would be so much better if I wasn't even in Chicago! They'd never survive without me, but I will surely better off without them.

-CeCe

CeCe yawned. Writing was boring, but she felt like she really needed to rant about it. Her family, especially Flynn, had "better" things to do than hear her talk on and on about how her day was bad. The only thing she could "talk" to was her glittery pink diary, a gift from her Mom a long time ago. It was so old yet it looked so new - after all, CeCe didn't write in it much. In fact, this was her very first diary entry.

She stretched on her sofa and stood up with all her strength. Lying on a soft, comfortable sofa all day made her pretty lazy.

CeCe ran out of the house without looking at where she was heading. "Whoa!"

She accidentally tripped on a big rock.

What happened to me?

CeCe checked herself. She was uninjured, even though the fall was pretty hard. "Mom, what are you doing?" "Waiting for your father while I cutely stand here," Georgia replied. CeCe was shocked. "My dad?"

"Of course," she answered. "What's wrong with you?" "I must be dreaming," CeCe said. She slapped herself. "Ouch!" "You're not dreaming, sweetie," Georgia told her. "You're insane."

"Where's Flynn?" CeCe asked. "Oh, he's off with your dad," her mother replied nonchalantly. "To where?" she excitedly exclaimed. "To watch Shake It Up, Chicago, a local dance show here," Georgia impatiently said. "Did you really hit your head that hard, CeCe?"

"The show's already starting?" CeCe asked nervously. "Of course it is, duh!" she told herself. "Gotta run, mom."

"Wait, where are you going?" Georgia asked her, grabbing her hand. Being the weak girl as she is, CeCe couldn't escape. "To the studio!" "To Shake It Up?" "Of course!"

"You said you hated dancing," she reminded her. "You can't go there anyway, we didn't pay for you." "But I can go there," CeCe pointed out, "I'm a background dancer there, you know that."

"Shut up, it's our first day here and you're already creeping me out," Georgia told her. "Darling, we're from New York, you're not from that weird show and you're not going there." CeCe's eyes widened. "Can I go to school tomorrow?" "You're already enrolled," her mother smiled.

CeCe entered her school with much confidence and glamorous sass. "Hello, everyone!"

But she was greeted by a horrifying sight. Rocky Blue, wearing the school's blue cheerleading uniform, while seemingly acting all cutesy and sweet with... Gunther Hessenheffer. And Tinka was there too, looking much prettier than she'd ever been before and chatting with Rocky. It seemed like Rocky had a new best friend. Or millions of them. She seemed pretty popular.

And there was Candy Cho and her brother Randy sitting in casual clothes with the nerds and the "Complications."

"Oh hi," Tinka greeted her in a peppy and not-so-friendly tone. Plus, she had an American accent. "You new here?" CeCe nodded, a little afraid of what she could do.

Tinka looked like she had something mean in mind, but Rocky stopped her. "Tinka, no!"

The blonde-haired girl stared at her. This was unusual. "She seems nice," Rocky told her. Fortunately, Rocky was the queen bee and everyone did what she said.

"Thank you, Rocky!" CeCe said. "Rock-who?" Rocky asked, shocked. "I'm not Rocky." "Then who are you?" "My name's Raquel," Rocky replied. "You must've misread my name. Dyslexia, right?"

"Just to change the topic a little bit, are you two... dating?" CeCe said instead, pointing at Rocky and Gunther. "Of course we are!" Rocky exclaimed happily. "How did you ever know?" Then she laughed awkwardly with her cheerleading friends.

CeCe felt jealous. She didn't know why.

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