Hey guys! I'm back! Since this is the first day of a well deserved (and hopefully wonderful) summer vacation, I decided to post this chapter, which has been sitting on my computer for a couple of weeks now.

I want to say thanks to everyone who has been reading this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Shake It Up. I only own Claire and my other OC's

And now, here's Chapter 2 of "How My Life Changed Forever"!

Chapter 2

"Thanks again for another great show. We'll be right back here next week for more dancing fun. Until then, I'm Peter Michaels, reminding you to Shake It Up, Boston!"

I took one earbud out of my ear as I looked out of the airplane window. I'm just… really upset. We were moving, all the way to Chicago for Gods sake! It's not like we're moving to another city in Massachusetts state! No. We're moving to Chicago. And there isn't a God damn thing that I could do about it.

I have to leave every thing that I actually cared about! My friends, my house, my school…

But what really broke my heart was that I had to leave my dance teams behind.

Dance is what keeps me strong. It's what keeps me together. When I'm upset at Mark, or even my brother, I just imagine myself on 'Shake It Up, Boston' one day, and that make me happier.

But I can't even do that now, can I? No, I can't.

Because, yet again, Mark ruined my life.

But this isn't something that I can just dance through. Cause I can't dance through anything anymore.

I'm never going to be on 'Shake It Up, Boston'. It's just, never going to happen.

Cause I don't live in Boston anymore.

I live in stupid Chicago, Illinois.

xox

After the 2 and a half hour flight, we got off the plane, and settled in the airport. But when Mom had to go to the bathroom, Mark took me and Carter aside.

"Now, listen you two." Mark growled. "I don't want any of you two doing anything stupid anymore. You're not children. Your young adults."

"So Carter, no more football."

"Wait, what?!"

Mark smirked.

"No more football!" he growled. "And Claire, no more dance."

"Excuse me?" I asked, leaning back and raising an eyebrow.

Mark then got in my face.

"No. more. dance." he said.

"Mark, I'm still going to play football." Carter said. "I'm 17 years old. I've been playing football for 10 years now. I'm almost an adult, and you can't tell me what to do."

Mark looked like he was going to slap Carter, but then I spoke up.

"Yeah." I agreed. "I've been dancing since I was 8, and you are not going to take that away from me."

Mark looked like a tiger in the wild.

"Listen you two!" he screamed. "I will give you up for adoption if you don't listen to me! You will not be playing anymore football, and you will not be doing anymore dancing! Do you understand?!"
We both nodded.

He then got in our faces again.

"And if you tell this to your mother…" he began. "You will wish that you were never born."

He then slapped us both in the face.

xox

"Good job everybody. See you tomorrow!"

CeCe Jones and Rocky Blue stepped off the 'Shake It Up, Chicago' stage and went over to the bench where they had placed their bags.

"So," CeCe began as she and Rocky flung their bags over their shoulders. "ready for the show on Saturday?"

Rocky gave a single nod with a smile on her face.

"Yep." she said confidently, but quietly. "I'm just scared about that part where we do the one-step into the-"

"Oh relax, Rock." CeCe interrupted as she and her best friend began walking home. "You got this!"

Rocky shrugged.

"I don't know…"

CeCe then stopped walking.

"What's wrong, CeCe?" Rocky asked her, stopping as well.

CeCe sighed.

"Rocky." CeCe began. "You got this. You are such a talented dancer, and you have to stop doubting yourself! Gary wouldn't give it to you if he didn't think you could do it, right?"

Seconds later, Rocky shook her head.

"No." she said quietly with a smile.

CeCe smiled.

"Good." she said, grasping her best friend's hand.

They then walked home.

xox

When CeCe and Rocky got to their apartment building, they noticed a big truck parked by it in the street.

"Ooo." CeCe said, interested. "What's that?"

Rocky shrugged.

"I don't know. But let's get inside" Rocky said, grasping CeCe's wrist. "It's getting late and-"

But CeCe had already gotten closer to the truck.

Rocky rolled her eyes as she caught up with CeCe.

It was a big truck, with it's trunk wide open. Inside were many paper boxes. There was a lady standing on the cub with a boy who you would assume was her son. The woman was carrying so many boxes that it looked like she was going to fall! The boy then took some boxes off of the woman's hands.

"Ooo!" CeCe said excitedly, but a bit loudly. "He's cute!"

"Shh!" Rocky scolded.

Two more people then appeared. A teenage girl, not too much older than Rocky and CeCe, and a man, who one would assume was the father.

"Get the boxes and GO!" the man said loudly.

The girl nodded as she got 3 or 4 boxes out of the truck, and then headed onto the curb.

"You too, Carter! Don't just stand there! GO!"

"Yes, Mark." he said quietly, barely audible.

"Carter…" CeCe said dreamily.

"CeCe!" Rocky scolded, elbowing her best friend in the arm.

"What?" CeCe asked, not seeing what she did wrong.

"That father is so mean!" Who talks to their children like that?"

CeCe shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe he's just upset."

Rocky slowly nodded.

"Maybe…" she said quietly.

They then began walking to the front of the building.

"Hey!"

The girls turned around to find the man giving them a deathly stare.

"Where do you two think you're going?!" he snapped.

"Uh… we live here." Rocky explained.

"We live here." he said, mocking Rocky.

"Hey!" CeCe said, ready to show Mark who he was talking to. "Don't mock her!"

"Don't mock her!" Mark said, mocking CeCe again.

CeCe rolled her eyes.

"Kids like you shouldn't be out this late." Mark explained.

"We're not kids!" CeCe explained. "We're 15 years old!"

"Sure you are." Mark said, rolling his eyes.

CeCe and Rocky were mad.

"Listen you two." he said bitterly. "If you don't go inside in the next 3 seconds, I'm gonna call the cops on you!"

CeCe and Rocky then turned around and went inside.

Mark smirked, glad that he had shown those kids who's boss.

xox

Once CeCe and Rocky entered CeCe's apartment (Rocky was sleeping over), CeCe's mother ran over to them in delight.

"Hey, ladies!" Mrs. Jones said excitedly. "Did you see the moving truck across the street?"

CeCe nodded.

"We did, Mom." she said, as if it was obvious. "There was a full family out there."

Rocky nodded.

"The dad was so rude! He was yelling at his family to bring in all of the moving boxes." Rocky explained. "He even threatened to call the police on us because we were coming back from rehearsal 'late'."

Mrs. Jones rolled her eyes.

"He's probably just upset, Rocky. Moving can be hard sometimes."

"Yeah…" Rocky said quietly, nodding.

"C'mon." Mrs. Jones said, trying to change the topic. "Dinner's ready."

The three of them headed towards the table where Flynn already was, and began eating their dinner.

xox

I noticed two girls walking as we got the boxes from the moving truck. They looked about my age. One had red hair and the other had brown hair. They were both wearing light clothes, as if they were coming back from some type of rehearsal.

I don't think that Mark had any right to snap at them like that. They even told him that they're 15! So am I! And he was just so rude, to two complete strangers!

I sometimes want to go against Mark when he's acting rude, and stick up for whoever he's tormenting. I just hate him, and I don't want him to think that he's the king of this family, or life, for that matter. But sometimes it's hard, and my nerves are stronger than my confidence.

With Mark yelling and screaming at us (and sometimes, random people for being 'in our way'), it took us 3 hours for us to unpack everything. And Mark barely even helped! He just slept on the couch, snoring and drooling.

At 11:00, I finally went into my new room. I had tried to place things in the best way I could to make it resemble my own room back home. Some of it worked, but some of it… didn't.

It was after I got dressed when my brain suddenly remembered what Mark had said in the airport.

"No. more. dance."

I shook it off.

For one of the first times in my life, I don't care what Mark says. He could say no more food, or water, or clothing, but it doesn't mean that I have to listen to him. Mark isn't my father. He's not the one who sat there with Mom in the hospital room 15 years ago. He's not the one who raised me as a baby. Mark can't tell me what to do, because he's not my father.

And he will never be my father.

So just because he told me that I can't dance anymore doesn't mean that I'm going to listen to him.

Cause I'm not.

I'm gonna go to the first dance studio I can find tomorrow morning, and see if I can enroll.

Because I'm still gonna dance.

Even if it kills me.

So, that's Claire for ya! Shy, but spunky Claire! I hope you all liked this chapter!

Sorry if you find this really short! I didn't want to put too much in one chapter!

I'm definitely going to be writing more, cause school is finally done, but I start camp on Monday, and I go away quite frequently, since I'm in the upper division. I'll try to post at least one chapter a week, though, maybe even two if I'm not that busy. But if I don't post as much as I promise to, I'm sorry.

Don't forget to review and tell me what you think of the story!