Clear: Chapter 1

Hi so this is my new story, Clear. I hope you enjoy. People tried to tell me to make it Reuce so I decided to take a shot at it. But let me warn you, I don't like Reuce. You'll know what I mean furthermore in the story. Read and review! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Shake It Up

Author's POV

Rocky Blue was your normal 15 year old girl. Now, I must choose my words wisely when I describe her. I suppose we can do trial and elimination.

Outgoing is not the word to describe her. She is shy and hides behind her books in a crisis. More of shy, would be the correct word in that category.

Popular would not work either, for she has maybe 5 friends. Rocky is the kind of girl who if a popular person reaches out to her kindly, she will falter under the pressure. The word would more likely be lonely.

Stupid would not be a word to describe her. Rocky is extremely focused in her academics. She is joyous when you call her smart, which she is.

Fashionista wouldn't be an appropriate word either. She is a girl who wears ugly turtlenecks you would see at an ugly sweater party, and granny jeans. She is known as the ugly duckling.

Beautiful. Well, that is a word that can be yes and no. She is not beautiful on the outside, but she is on the inside.

Well, this is what a normal person that attends Webster High School would say about Rochelle. That was, until the summer of 2011.

It all started when Rochelle made her long overdue check up on her lonely Facebook page.

She sat down on a wheelie chair in her empty house. She typed in her email and password, clicking enter.

But what she saw on her wall was not what she expected. First, the wall was packed with messages, over 121 in news feed. Second, they were all hate mail.

"Go to another school b****"

"where did u get your clothes from, Good Will?"

"hey ugly duckling I found ur mom in this hole, stay down there!"

"your mother lets you wear those to school?"

"your dad probably left u because he was ashamed he created you!"

Rocky, staring at the messages in awe, felt tears trickling down her cheeks. She slammed the laptop screen down and ran to her room. She went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, see if she really was ugly. She wasn't the girl who would cut herself, and she still wouldn't be that girl. That would satisfy the bullies. Instead, she was going to prove them wrong.

Well, after she transferred.