Ryan Evans fixed the beret that was propped upon his head. He fooled with his shirt. Was it just how he looked, or did Sharpay's mirror make him look messy?
"Ryan! What are you doing?!" Ryan spun around. His sister stood there, her hair in perfect curls lay upon her shoulders, her hands placed angrily on her hips.
"Oh, I was just-" He pointed to the pink mirror behind him.
"You were just...?"
"Fixing my hat,"
"Why do you wear those things anyway?" she asked, grabbing for it. He held it on.
"Because I like them. This is the one Mom got for me in Paris," he added.
"Yea and the one you wore yesterday was from Moscow," Sharpay said sarcastically.
"No, it was from Egypt." He was in for it. Once the words escaped his mouth, he took off down the hall, holding his blue hat on as he went. He rounded the corner, almost bumping into Zeke, who was explaining to Chad how to make the perfect Crème Brule. He rounded another corner and dove into an open classroom. He shut the door behind him and watched as Sharpay's shape zoomed by. He sunk down the door and sighed. The only reason he followed his sister around was because he never had any real friends. After last summer when he played baseball with Chad, he was amazed at how great it was to have friends. He looked around the room. He didn't recognize it. The walls were covered in silky paper and the floor was plush. It was maroon colored and there were no windows in the room. Just a dim dim little light on the ceiling. There were couches and chairs placed around the room. It looked an ideal place for a nap. Ryan walked over to an armchair and sat down. He propped his feet up on the coffee table that was in the middle of all the seats. He smiled around the room. But his smile disappeared when he looked toward the couch. There was an oddly familiar brunette sleeping there...