This is Your Daughter
The sun showed through the window as it awoke Troy Bolton who was sleeping soundly on his couch after falling asleep the night before watching a basketball game. The door rang and Troy jumped up and got dressed as fast as he could. Soon he ran to the door and opened it quickly. It was his best bud and teammate, Chad. They were on the California Lakers Troy was the captain. They were twenty-five years old and were living a life of no responsibilities.
"Hey man, some people keep leaving messages on your phone about a Corrie Bolton." Chad told him and handed him the phone. He had borrowed it the other day and forgot to give it back.
"Yea? What did they say?" Troy asked. He was confused he didn't know a Corrie Bolton.
"Just listen to the messages yourself." Chad told him.
"Ok…" Troy said and looked down at the Apple Iphone and went to his voice mail.
"Troy Bolton this is Carry Frank and I want to tell you Corrie will be in your possession for a while because her mother has been in an accident. We will bring her by tomorrow at noon." The message ended with a beep. Troy looked over to the microwave to see the time, 11:59, but then it turned 12 and seconds later the door rang. Troy and Chad went to the door and opened it in confusion.
"Hi Mr. Bolton. Her mother was in a car accident and she needed to stay with the closest relative." The woman said.
"Who are you and who are you talking about?" Troy asked.
"I'm Carry Frank from the message and I'm talking about Corrie, she is one her way here." Carry told him.
"Who's Corrie?" Troy asked.
"Who's Corrie? Corrie, your daughter Corrie Bolton." Carry told him.
"My what? I don't have a daughter." Troy tried to explain.
"Well on her birth certificate here her father's name says Troy Bolton from Albuquerque, twenty-five years old now. Corrie is seven." Carry told him reading the certificate.
"Seven? That would mean that I was eighteen when she was born." Troy told her.
"Her mother's name is… Gabriella Montez." Carry said.
"That's not possible I was dating… Oh no." Troy said realizing that it might be his daughter.
"She's here." Carry said looking down the hall where another woman was guiding a small girl with black hair down the hall. She had her head down and she walked slowly.
"Corrie, we're here." The other woman said.
"Um… hi." Troy said looking down at the little girl who had not yet looked up at him until that moment. She looked up and he saw her crystal blue eyes, except a small blotch of brown on the bottom of her left eye. He gasped slightly; she looked so much like him and her mother.
"Hi." Corrie said looking into his exact same eyes.
"You must be Corrie." Troy said.
"Yea and you must be Troy." Corrie said back.
"That I am." Troy told her.
"Cool, I'm a big fan. I even have the same last name." Corrie said.
"Um, Chad can you take Corrie in to get a drink of juice?" Troy asked.
"Yea sure." Chad said taking her inside and shut the door so Troy and the women could talk. He was confused too.
"Why does she look exactly like me?" Troy asked, but he knew the answer.
"I know you know." Carry said.
"And her mother was… Gabriella Montez? Why did she send Corrie here?" Troy asked.
"Don't be mad at her. She was in an accident and she's in a coma. We had to send her to the relative most related to her and that would be her father, and her father is you." Carry told him.
"Wow… why didn't she tell me?" Troy asked.
"Was she a beloved girlfriend or a one night stand?" Carry asked softly.
"She is the girl I love more than anything but we got separated in college." Troy told her.
"Do you think she wanted to ruin your dreams of being a basketball star?" Carry asked.
"Well no." Troy said.
"Then that's why she didn't tell you. She probably knew, if you knew, you would have slammed on the brakes to speed right back to her." Carry said.
"Oh boy... I have a daughter." Troy mumbled.
"We'll keep in touch, here's my number. Call me with any concerns." Carry handed him a business card.
"Here we go." Troy said opening his door and waved bye to the women.
