Hey guys! I apologize, I really do apologize for not updating as promised. Camp just keeps me so busy, and I've barely had any time to write! But I'm back, so yay!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Shake It Up. I own my OC's and that's all.
Here's Chapter 3 of "How My Life Changed Forever"!
Chapter 3
I woke up the next morning to my alarm clock beeping it's usual annoying sound. I turned around and shut if off, not wanting anyone to hear me. I had gotten up especially early.
I got up and walked over to my closet. I want my first day outfit to be good. Really good.
I finally decided on a frilly pink tank top, jeans, and black combat boots. And after brushing up and doing my make-up, I think I look really nice.
I then went downstairs and grabbed a bagel from the pantry. And you will not believe who I saw once I turned around.
"Carter?" I asked quietly.
He turned around.
"Oh, uh… hey Claire." he said quietly "What are you doing up so early?"
"I was just about to ask you the same thing…" I replied.
Carter sighed as he walked closer to me.
"Promise not to tell Mark this?" he asked me quietly.
I nodded,
Carter took a deep breath.
"I… uh… well… I'm trying out for the football team." Carter said quietly.
"Really?" I asked.
Carter nodded.
"So what's up with you?" he asked.
I took a deep breath.
"I'm want to find a dance studio." I said quietly. "I don't care what Mark says, I'm still gonna dance."
Carter smiled.
"And I'm still gonna play football." he said.
I nodded.
"Totally." I agreed.
We then exited the house together.
xox
Once me and Carter exited the block, we asked a few people what the best dance studios were around here. Many people said that Miss Nancy's Fancy Dance Academy was pretty good, so we went over to our new school so that Carter wouldn't miss his tryout, and I then found a cab to drive me over to Miss Nancy's Fancy Dance Academy.
Once the cab dropped me off (and I payed), I went inside.
The studio has pink walls, and a nice hard floor. The woman at the front desk beamed when she saw me.
"Hello, sweetheart." she said. "What can I do for you today?"
I walked over to the desk.
"Well, I, uh, just moved here, and I was wondering if I could sign up for classes." I said.
The woman nodded as she ducked down.
"Here's the schedule." she said. "Take a look at it and see what works for you."
I nodded as I sat down in the waiting area.
After sitting down for a good ten minutes, I found a tap and lyrical class back-to-back on Mondays. And I found a hip-hop class the next day, on Tuesdays.
After telling her what classes I would like to take, she tallied it up.
"Five hundred and fifty." she said, looking at me.
I widened my eyes.
"Dollars?!" I exclaimed.
The woman nodded.
"Dance isn't easy." she explained, as if it isn't obvious.
No way can I afford this. Dance wasn't nearly this expensive back in Boston!
"Uh…" I began, twirling my foot in circles on the floor. "Can I come back later and pay? I have to go to school."
At least that's not a whole lie. Cause it isn't. By the time I catch a cab, and go to school, I'll be just in time.
The woman nodded.
"Come back any time." she said with a smile.
I nodded.
"Thank you." I said, and then exited the door.
xox
As soon as I stepped out the door, I immediately took notice of something different. It's raining.
Oh goody. I think sarcastically. Just what I need.
I put on my black jacket, and then attempt to walk down the sides of the stores, under the barriers. But I must have tripped on something, because the next thing I know, I'm stumbling backwards.
Just as I'm about to fall, I feel someones arms under mine. I regain my balance, stand up, and turn around to find two girls who look about my age.
One has red hair and brown eyes, and is wearing a black tank top, under a striped jacket, with red jeans, and combat boots.
The other one has dark brown hair and eyes, and is wearing a teal and black striped shirt, under a black leather jacket, with purple jeans, and white and gold sneakers. I assume that these girls care very much about their fashion. I do too, it's just that... I don't wear purple jeans.
"Thanks." I mumbled quietly to them. "I don't know what would happen if I had fallen." I added quietly, looking down for a second, and then back up.
"Well, you would have gotten dirty and wet, and it would have been a disaster!" the redhead said cheerfully.
The other girl rolled her eyes and even elbowed the redhead in the shoulder.
"That's CeCe." she said. "I'm Rocky."
I nodded.
"I'm Claire." I said quietly."
It then started to completely downpour.
"Crap." I mumbled to myself.
"Where do you need to go?" Rocky asked, seconds later.
"Uh…" I began, reaching into my bag and taking out a piece of paper. "John Hughes High School."
Rocky and CeCe beamed.
"That's our school too!" CeCe said, pointing to herself in the chest.
I beamed as well.
"Do you have a ride?" I asked them. "Because, well… I don't."
Rocky nodded.
"My older brother Ty is in the car." she explained. She then looked at her phone.
"We better get going, unless we want to be later." she said again.
I nodded.
"Let's go." I said, and the three of us then got into the car.
This is good! I'm making some friends! This is really good!
Maybe things will start to go uphill from here…
That's Chapter 3 for you! I hope you all enjoyed it!
Sorry if you find this chapter to be short! I've been experiencing some writers block, and, well… writers block is never good.
As I said before, I'm really sorry for the lack of updates, and I'm definitely going to try to write more. I promise it this time.
As always, don't forget to review and tell me what you think. Reviews motivate me a lot.