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The Wildcats are idiots. I am not mean, and I don't understand why they all seem to think that I am. There are so many things that I could say or that I could do that would destroy them but never do because it would be going too far. They don't seem to get just how much power I could have over them, how much power I do have over them.
"Hey, Sharpay! There's this new move I want to show you."
Take Martha for example. Do I make fat jokes? No. I never comment on her weight or subtly ask whether or not she really thinks it's a good idea to have another cookie. I've never told anyone about her little eating problems from when she was younger either. I even keep quite on how Martha had transferred here sophomore year after spending two years at some exclusive fat camp/high school because of said problems. Why? I'm not mean like that.
"Oh, um, h-hey, Sharpay."
Then there's Troy Bolton, East High's golden boy extraordinaire. What was I thinking? He is way too easy to manipulate, could be used against me. I digress, what did I ever do that was so mean to him, seriously? I gave him with expensive clothes, I flirted, I gave him a scholarship on a sliver platter, and he left me to crash and burn at the talent show. But I didn't do anything to get back him, I let it go. I could have broken his little heart by simply telling him how impressed I was with how close he was to his 'parents' even though he was adopted, but I didn't. He doesn't know he's adopted and it would kill him to find out. See, nice.
"Hi, isn't it a beautiful morning?"
Gabriella, practically perfect in every way, Montez. God, is she ever a Mary Poppins knock off or what? I wonder if people would think she was so perfect if they knew that her father was in prison. Not just her father either, her uncle too. That's the real reason they kept moving. The people in their old neighborhoods found out that they have murders in their family and ran them out. I don't judge her based on who her father and uncle are or what they did, because that would be wrong. I am never wrong.
"Do I even want to ask if you did your part of the project?"
If there is one thing my parents taught me it's that it is one thing to flaunt your wealth and another to mock the poor. I have money and I don't intend to apologize for it, but that doesn't mean that I insult people for not having it. The McKessie family can barely pay its rent, it's not funny and it's not something that is well known. No matter what she calls me or what she insinuates about me, I will never be the one to tell people about her situation. I am an Evans and I have class.
"What, princess? No sirloin steak for lunch today?"
"Hey, sis. How was math?"
Ryan and Chad; yes, they get listed together. Chad now counts as family as annoying as he is. Ryan may only be seventeen but once he makes up his mind that's it, come hell or high water Chad is here to stay. It could be worse, contrary to what those Wildcats think Chad, while not at the level of an Evans, comes from money. With one or two well placed words he's got all of them thinking that he's a regular middle-class kid like them; though, I don't understand why he wants them to think that. I don't know what he told them about the new Mercedes his parents got him; I'm sure it was an interesting conversation. Chad is still in the closet and I've never said anything around the others that would imply he's anything but straight. Ryan, well, his flame burns bright; no need to say anything more about him, but if anyone does say something they'd have to go through me.
Except for Taylor, who had played beard for Chad last year, none of the others know about their relationship. They don't see how it's any of their business, thought they won't lie about it if asked. The Wildcats have all come over to our house once or twice; each time Chad's gone around the kitchen with ease and given directions to the bathroom before either Ryan or myself could respond. None of them have ever wondered how it is that he knows our place so well. Except for keeping it to the bedroom, I will forever cherish dad's expression when he found out that Ryan had to get a new bed after somehow breaking his, they haven't exactly been subtle so I can't figure out why the others haven't noticed. Of course, there is the fact that Wildcats are idiots who for some reason think that I'm mean.