Note from the Author- This story is dedicated to my friend Emily. She gave me this idea! I don't own Troy or Gabriella, sorry!

So, there I was, in gym class, doing my basketball drills. Booooooorrrriiiiinnnnnnggggg… I began to sing "Gechta Head in the Game" My partner, Sydney rolled her eyes. "Here we go again…" She murmured. "Hey, that's the only way I'll even do basketball, consider yourself lucky- at least I'm not breaking out into a dance." "Yeah, I'll consider something…" Sydney caught herself, and said, "Don't you dare…"

Just then, Jessica walked right past me, shoving her shoulder into mine, and said "Watch out." Jessica was my arch-enemy from day one- second grade. Now that we were all in 6th grade, it had been four horrid long years. "Ally, just let it-" But I cut her off. "Hold on one second Sydney…" I said, and I gave her the ball.

I rolled my eyes and walked up to her. "Why don't you watch out?" Jessica stared at me for a long time. "Do you really want to be saying that?" But before I could say something else, I was interrupted by my gym teacher. Jessica waved to me, and she smiled. UUUUUGGGHHHH…!!!! She always got her way! "ALLY! SYDNEY! GET UP HERE!" Mr. Monaco shouted.

Did Mr. Monaco hear Jessica's and my talk? I really didn't want to know, but as Sydney and I walked up to the front of the gymnasium, I was about to find out.

"Ally, Sydney, why don't you show the class how to dribble the ball around the gym. This will be our next exercise." We couldn't say no, so we each nodded, and we took a basketball. Sydney went clockwise around the gym, and I went counterclockwise, so that we would meet in the middle. "Now, girls, when you two pass each other, I want you to switch the arms that you're dribbling with." Gotcha… I said in my mind.

I was doing pretty good, I didn't trip over my basketball once, and I was almost at the point to where I would pass Sydney. I looked over at Logan. He was looking at me! Even though there wasn't a mirror in front of me, I could tell that I was blushing. Yes, I liked Logan. He was so cute. But the only problem was that Jessica liked him, and she had a better chance. She was "popular", and I was just "normal". I wasn't a nerd, but I wasn't "Miss. All the rage" either.

They say bad accidents happen in slow motion, but this one came right at me. And I was having such a good time, my hair waving, the basketball in my hand, coming back to me every second, I felt like we were on the runway, because all eyes were on me and Sydney, except for Jessica. Her eyes were on my legs. Sydney and I were about to pass, we were about a foot away, maybe less. Just then, Jessica stuck out her new Vans shoes, out into my path, and I tripped. I tripped flat onto the side of my head, right on the hard concrete floor. I could feel everyone's jaw drop. I could just feel it. But then, something worse happened. My basketball rolled over to Sydney, and she tripped too. She fell over stomach side, and with an "uuunnnhhh". I think that the wind was knocked out of her. Her nose smashed to the floor, and I heard a small, tiny "crack". That couldn't be good.

I groaned, and I rubbed my head. It hurt bad. It was as if somebody was playing volleyball, and my head was the ball. And they were using their muscles. I thought that I had it bad, but then I looked down, and I saw that Sydney was still on the floor. She was cupping her hands to her nose, and I saw blood dripping down. But she wasn't making any noise, which worried me even more. But then I saw that she was trying to breathe. She was making short, stuffy breaths. But, I didn't know what to do. I know I wasn't the only one watching. The whole room was silent, and Sydney's short breath intakes echoed off of the walls.

After about ten long seconds, she regained her breath. "UUUUUNNNNNHHHHHHH!" I could tell that she was in excrutionating pain. So I just sat there. I didn't know what to do. Apparently, neither did anyone else.

But then, I saw Logan running up to us. Without a second to lose, he picked her up, and rushed over to the nurse's office. I looked over to where Jessica was, and I started to say "I hope you're happy," but she wasn't there anymore. She was on the other side of the room, gossiping and giggling to her friends like nothing had just happened. I gave her a long, hurtful look, and then I went to catch up with Logan and Sydney.

As I was walking out of the doors, I heard Mr. Monaco clear his throat, and say, "Uh, on with our class…"

Logan and I stayed with Sydney until the paramedics came. I was given an ice pack for my head, and as we were walking back to the gym, I figured out that this was my only chance to talk to Logan alone without little bratty Jessica. "…Um, Logan, that was really n-nice of you to help Sydney like that." Logan looked at me, and said, "I'm glad that I could help, Ally." I blushed again. He said my name! As we were walking towards the doors that led to the gym. I hesitated, then stopped. I certainly DID NOT want Jessica laughing her head off at me holding an ice pack to my head. Walking in there was like walking into the really deep part of the pool. "Um, Logan, can you tell Mr. Monaco that I had to use the bathroom?" "Sure," He said, then he smiled, "No problem.". He pushed the doors open.

"Western California Elementary." I said, "The weirdest school that I've ever been to."

Note from the Author- Please R&R! That would help A LOT! And, don't worry, High School Musical will be mentioned more than once.