I haven't got the slightest clue what I am going to do with this story, but I guess I will figure it out, right? Anyhoo, read and enjoy!
Chapter 1:
Troy's POV-
Bbbrrriinnnnngggggggg!
The evil shrill of the late bell sounds in my ears. As I run to my basketball practice during free period, I see a pale girl with chocolate mocha brown eyes. The pale girl sees me watching her and scurries into the library. I think I know her name. Wait, could it be… could it be Gabriella Montez? I think so. She is amazingly smart at math and science. My heart skips a beat. Her eyes scream abandonment, sadness, and tragedy. I want to figure out why she is so sad, but Coach will kill me if I miss a practice. Suddenly it hits me. Sharpay and Taylor. They would know. Sharpay knows everybody's, and I do mean everybody's business. And Taylor has 3 classes a day with her. They must know something… "Troy! Troy! TROY! Getcha head in the game!", Coach screams at me.
"Sorry Coach, I'm pre-occupied with something, but I'll pay attention now."
"You better. And that's 50 push-ups after practice to do."
"47, I wonder what is wrong with her, 48, maybe it's her parents, 49, no it has to be something more devastating, 50. Done, finally free at last."
"Troy! Troy what are you muttering underneath your breath?", Chad asks.
"Nothing. Nothing. Just some answers to the social studies quiz. I'm really worried that I got most of them wrong."
Gabriella's POV-
I wonder why Troy Bolton was staring at me. I mean, come on, it's Troy Bolton for heavens sake. All he thinks is basketball, basketball, and hey… more basketball. Wait. Quick. Do I have any bruises showing? Nope. I am good. False alarm. What was he staring at though? He seemed to be staring right through me into my heart. I hope he didn't see that I am not happy. Was I smiling? I hope so. I hurry through the lunch line and grab an apple, soggy french fries, and a disgustingly brown salad that seems to be way over it's expiration date. In the walk back to the library, I see him staring at me again. What is his problem? Bbbrrriinnnnngggggggg!
My cell phone rings in the hallway. I accidentally drop my lunch tray. One of the custodians jog over to help me pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Briella come quick. Nana just fell down the stairs again. You've got to come now. Ride your bike over real quick. I don't think she is breathing. Help, oh, please come quick."
"I will ride my bike over really fast PopPop. Bye, love you see you very soon."
I know for a fact that PopPop is actually drunk and Nana didn't fall down the stairs, PopPop pushed her and he now feels quite guilty. But I hurry over quickly only to find an ambulance all over the newly cut grass that was growing great after the fertilizer I put down in the summer for THREE hours. The ambulance is just about to leave when I ride over.
"Where are you taking my Nana?"
"I am sorry honey but we are taking your grandmother over to the hospital. She appears to have fell and cracked her skull open. She wasn't breathing when we got here, but we applied CPR to her chest and she started to breathe again. Please hurry and say goodbye to your grandmother as she is in critical condition, and needs the doctors quickly and as fast as possible."
"Goodbye Nana, I love you, let the doctors take care of you, and I will visit as soon as I can bike over. Love you Nana, bye." The doors to the ambulance close quickly and the sirens squeal in the distance as the ambulance rides away faster than ever. PopPop stumbles over to me drunk and says, or rather, slurred, "I love your Nana, and I know that she will be ok. You bike over there real quick and tell me what they be saying about my Esther."
Sorry this is a short chapter, but I am not used to writing, as this is my first story on fan fiction, and I normally read them, not write them. And please give me an honest review by pressing that nice little button!