Yet again I have managed to come up with another story before I completed the others, but I really wanted to try something new. This is featuring the new cast of HSM along with some original characters and maybe some old faces. I hope you like!
PICTURE PERFECT
Chapter One- Love At First Sight
"Widen your horizons! Let your pencils lead the way!"
Alex rolled her green eyes at the overly dramatic antics of Mr. Beaudo. She stared down at her sketchbook, her raven hair falling into her face, and smirked at the cartoon doodled before her. It was a picture that closely resembled the already animated art teacher. He held a large pencil in his hand like a sword and brandished a colorful pallet as a shield. In a speech bubble it read: "Let thy pencil lead thine way." She giggled.
Someone cleared their throat behind her. She slowly turned her head to see Mr. Beaudo looking back at her with a disapproving brow raised.
"Very cute, Mrs. Grammer. Now let's see if you can be just as creative with your subject."
Alex's eyes slowly moved toward the stool sitting in the middle of the room. On top of it sat a bowl of fruit. She grimaced as Mr. B strolled away. She never got how fruit bunched together was supposed to be inspiring. No wonder hardly anyone signed up for that class. Nevertheless, she flipped to a fresh page in her book and began sketching an apple. How fun.
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After class let out, Alex made her way to her locker. She dialed in her combination and tugged on the handle, but it wouldn't budge. Brand new computers and textbooks, but her locker was still a pile of junk. She kicked the bottom and it popped open. She had to admit, that was kind of cool.
"Sweet!"
Alex jumped at the sudden appearance of her best friend Jimmie "The Rocket". He claimed he got the nickname from some TV show, but Alex was certain it was because of his speedy habit to pop up out of nowhere.
He leaned up on her locker door. "I so have to get me one of these." His dark brown hair hid underneath a green hoody that hung over his red jeans. His style was just as creatively out there as Alexs'. She wore a black hoody with a purple vintage tee, black jeans and black and white converse. Style meant a lot to her. She was a unique individual, an artist with creative needs. Some people thought she was a dork, but she could care less.
"Just take mine," Alex said. "I hardly use it anyway." She considered which books she needed for her next classes. Some hardly ever saw anything but the back of her locker since she perfered not to have a broken back before the age of twenty. She usually just sat next to Jimmy and shared his. What were friends for? With her choices in hand, she stuffed them into her bag. "Why weren't you in art class?"
Jimmy frowned and slapped a hand to his forehead. "No wonder I didn't know anyone in math class."
Alex just shook her head. She slammed her locker shut, but it slowly swung back opened. She groaned. "Does everything always have to happen to me? Hold these." She shoved her books into Jimmy's hands, pushed up her sleeves and slammed her shoulder against the locker door. Once it didn't pop back open, she wiped her hands and smiled with satisfaction.
"Wow," Jimmy said as he handed back her books. "Maybe you should try out for the wrestling team."
"Nah." They took a few steps down the hall. "I'd be the only girl, and that's totally not fair for the guys."
They heard a noise behind them and spun around just in time to see Alex's locker crash to the floor. They both stared on, stunned.
Jimmy winced. "Yea, you're probably right."
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Alex popped her gum as she sat at a black lab table in the back of her science class. It wasn't her favorite subject, but she was forced to take it in order to graduate. What science had to do with her career choice of art she had no idea. It's not like she was going to be analyzing the paints ingredients. Blue and red made purple. That's all she needed to know.
"Just in time."
Alex flicked her eyes towards the entrance and frowned. Floating into the class room was the prissy princess herself, Tiara. Her glossy golden curls twirled as she took her seat. The blue outfit she wore, bright blue jacket with a white sweater and blue skirt, was one that reminded Alex of the former queen of the halls, Sharpay Evans who had just graduated from East High. Just when she thought the school was rid of one self-observed egomaniac, it produced another one. Like they really needed a Sharpay number two.
She watched as Tiara pulled out her supplies, all of them which were blue of course, then locked her fingers underneath her chin as if she were ready and alert for a splendid lesson.
Alex rolled her eyes. Puh-leese. Though she had to give it to her. She was an excellent actress.
The girl next to her gave a welcoming smile. "Morning, Tiara." Alex only knew of her since they shared a class together, but other than that she was clueless to what her name was.
Tiara gave a small smile in reply. She dug into her purse and pulled out a blue jeweled sidekick. Alex craned her neck to read what she was furiously typing. It read: "Don't trust the little people". She slid her sidekick closed and dropped it back into her purse before giving another smirk to her lab partner.
Alex remembered what happened a few years back and how one little person ruined a show for the great Sharpay. It looked like she was trying to learn from past lessons. One thing was for sure. Tiara definitely didn't have to worry about her trying to sabotage a show. She wouldn't be caught dead near a theatre let alone acting in one.
Just then the door flew open. The room grew quiet and everyone's eyes were glued to the doorway. Alex wondered what everyone was staring at and took a glance. Suddenly, her heart stopped and her jaw fell to the floor.
A boy stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His dark eyes scanned the room and he licked his lips nervously. His head was filled with thick chestnut curls, and he had a small beauty mark on his right cheek. Alex couldn't take her eyes off of him. She, along with the rest of the girls in the class, had just experienced love at first sight and neither of them were willing to look away.
