The gang was at the mall, sitting at the food court. Troy was blindfolded with Gabriella's scarf.

"Okay, what's this?" asked Gabriella, dropping a gummy bear dipped in mustard in Troy's mouth. Troy spit it out immediately.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he asked.

"Not really, what's this?" asked Gabriella, giving Troy a peck on the mouth.

"Let me guess, Sharpay?" guessed Troy. Gabriella playfully slapped him.

"Just kidding, I know, it's Gabriella." said Troy, kissing her back.

"Hi people less important than me," said Sharpay, strutting over to their table.

"Now that's Sharpay," said Troy, untying his "blindfold."

"Nice to see you too Sharpay," said Taylor, sarcastically.

"Hi! Daddy was gonna take me to London this weekend, but that's barely a trip so I got mad at him. To make up for it he gave me a diamond bracelet, a new credit card, and a Prada bag, not a lot huh?" asked Sharpay, waiting for answers. The gang was silent.

"Anyway, love my new boots?" asked Sharpay, showing off her $350 Limited Edition Pink Uggs with laces descending down the shin. Those were the same boots Troy bought Gabriella for their three month anniversary.

"Didn't you buy one of those last week?" asked Ryan, getting annoyed by his spoiled sister. Ryan was spoiled too, but he wasn't a brat. He always said "thank you," and was fine when 'Daddy' couldn't get him what he wanted.

"Yes, I did buy a pair last week, but I accidentally stepped in a puddle and a bought a new pair, with Daddy's credit card!" squealed Sharpay.

"Didn't you just get a new credit card?" asked Chad, confused.

"Yes, but since Daddy made me mad he lets me use his credit cards whenever I want." explained Sharpay. "Tootles! I'm off to buy a new pair of shoes."

"You just bought a pair of $350 boots." said Troy.

"Hello?! Boots, I need heels!" cried Sharpay.

"Let me guess, using Dad's credit card?" asked Ryan. Sharpay winked and left.

"I'm serious, that girl is spoiled to the bone." said Jason.

"Try living with her," said Ryan.

"Feeling neglected Ryan?" asked Gabriella.

"Yes, 'Daddy's' always giving Sharpay what she wants, and Mom's always shopping or having gala dinners with her friends." complained Ryan. "That's it, I'm tired of being neglected!" yelled Ryan. The whole food court looked at him. Ryan slowly sat back down.

Troy and Gabriella were walking, there hands laced together. "Hey look, it's Sharpay," said Troy, pointing to a fancy store.

"Hello!" squealed Sharpay. She was lagging a big bag behind her.

"What did you buy?" asked Gabriella.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just five pairs of shoes. Can you hold this? I'm gonna change into my new gold Mary Janes." said Sharpay.

"She's crazy," thought Troy.

"Thanks for holding my bag Gabby, well I'm off, gotta get those new leather pumps before Portia Redgrove does." said Sharpay, skipping the other direction.

Troy and Gabriella were in shock. "She really needs help," said Gabriella. Troy nodded in agreement.

Later that night, the gang was at the movie theater, talking about The Way the Wind Blows: the Story of Eliza Goodwin.

"It was okay," commented Gabriella. "I totally agree with you Gabs," said Kelsi.

"Hey look, there's Sharpay again," said Chad.

Sharpay heard her name and glanced around. She spotted the group of friends. "Hello again!" she said as sweetly as possible. Everyone knew she was a brat inside.

"Been shopping?" asked Taylor.

"Actually yes, love my new white stilettos? I'm off to get a pedicure to compliment my gold, was it my gold? No silver, no red pumps. Yep, I'm going to get a pedicure to compliment my new red pumps." said Sharpay.

"Okay, you go ahead and do that," said Zeke.

"Okay, and after that, Daddy and I are gonna go car shopping, he's thinking about a Porsche!" said Sharpay with delight.

"Brat," muttered Chad under his breath.

"What'd you say?" asked Sharpay, her nasty self showing.

"Nothing," said Chad.

"Tootles!" she cheered.

"SHARPAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Mr. Evans, looking at the bills.

Sharpay giggled as she skipped down the stairs. "Yes Daddy?" she asked. She assumed Daddy got her something. A sheepskin bag, sunglasses with diamond accents, or maybe a new tennis bracelet. It was far from that. She closed her eyes and held out her hands. "Can you explain this?" asked an angry Mr. Evans.

"What's there to explain?" asked an innocent Sharpay.

"These bills, Sharpay Adelaine Marissa Evans, you have gone too far! See these bills? $11,000 in one week? That's it, no car!" yelled Mr. Evans.

"But Daddy," said Sharpay. "No 'buts' Sharpay, someone has to take the blame for this!" snapped Mr. Evans. "Sharpay, answer me, who is to blame?"

"Ryan?" asked Sharpay.

"Sharpay Adelaine Marissa Evans, do not blame this on your little brother!" said Mr. Evans.

Ryan was watching from the other room. "Yes!" squealed Ryan, Sharpay finally got in trouble.

"Ryan come here," said Mr. Evans.

"Oh great, Sharpay finally gets in trouble and I get in trouble too!" thought Ryan.

"Sharpay, you should be more like your little brother." explained Mr. Evans.

"Him? He's a dork Daddy!" shrieked Sharpay.

"Yes, Ryan is a little weird," said Mr. Evans.

"Dad!" cried Ryan.

"That's not the point Sharpay, even if he is." said Mr. Evans. Ryan sighed, Sharpay giggled.

"Let me use a better example, be more like that Gabriella girl." said Mr. Evans.

"Like her? She's a geek!" cried Sharpay.

"Sharpay, don't criticize people. Do you see Gabriella spending money like it grows on trees?" asked Mr. Evans.

"No," Sharpay said quietly.

"There you go," said Mr. Evans. "I've made my decision Sharpay, no car this year."

Sharpay ran through the halls of the Evans Mansion, her face as red as a beet.

"Uggh!" she cried as she raced into her room and slammed the door. She dropped onto her pink laced canopy bed and gently placed her head on her pillow inscribed "Drama Queen."

Sharpay buried her head into her pillow and screamed at the top of her lungs. Sharpay's spoiled Maltese Princess jumped onto the bed.

"Hi Princess," greeted Sharpay. Princess snuggled against her owner. Her diamond collar sparkled.

"Daddy and I were gonna go car shopping." complained Sharpay.