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Gabriella sighed. It wasn't quite happily or sadly or out of contintment. Gabriella didn't really know why she sighed. She pulled the heavy door open. She stepped into the hallway leading to the locker rooms. She came here everyday except Sundays to meet with her coach and choreagrapher and practice. One day, she would be someone like Sarah Hughes. Or maybe, if she was really lucky, Michelle Kwan.

As she sat on the bench by her locker to put on her skates, her best friend, Taylor McKessie, walked in. Taylor had just gotten done with practice with coach and had probably just nailed the triple axel jump. They both had been working on it recently. Maybe I can get her to help me, Gabriella thought. Since coach isn't helping much.

Taylor walked over to Gabriella, sat next to her, and smiled. "Hey."

"Hey, Tay," Gabriella said and smiled back. "How was practice?" She leaned down, then, to tie the laces of her white skates.

"Great! I got my triple axel without falling but, it still needs some tweaks," Taylor said laughing to herself a little, remembering how many humiliating times she'd fallen.

"That's awesome!" Gabriella congradulated as she stood to go to the rink.

"Yeah, thanks. Before you go out there, be warned. Those hockey losers are out there again," Taylor said as she rolled her eyes.

Gabriella rolled her eyes, too. "Oh, wonderful."

"Well, good luck, Gab. Call me later?"

"Thanks. And yeah, see ya."

The girls hugged. Taylor left and Gabriella waddled her way back down the hall to the skating rink in her periwinkle sweat suit. Her long, black, curly locks were up in a ballerina bun. She had on a little body glitter on her face and chest with a lot of mascara, some blush, and lipgloss. As she stepped out to the skating rink, cat-calls and greetings were shouted down to her from the bleachers on the balcony.

Gabriella looked up at them and decided to play along. She smirked and said," Hi, boys!"

"Hi, Gabriella! was the group reply. Except for one boy. One boy with piercing blue eyes and spiky dark brown hair just stared down at her dumbfounded as she skated down below him in a circle warming up. Weren't they supposed to practice soon? He was told to meet the team here at 10 o' clock. He turned to Chad, the guy on his right with an afro, and asked why they weren't practicing.

"Dude, do you see her?" he asked back. "She's gorgeous! We always watch Gabriella before we practice," Chad explained.

"Troy, I can't believe no one told you about her," Jason, a pale guy with dark hair and eyes said, butting in.

Troy looked out to Gabriella again. She was pretty and obviously talented. He would love to meet her. At least they would have the ice in common.

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When Gabriella was done with practice, she went back to the locker room to get dressed and take her skates off.

She came out and saw a tall boy with brown hair and a hockey stick walking to the exit. She started to walk that way, too. 'I don't think I've seen him before,' Gabriella thought. She walked a little faster when she saw him walk out the door.

As she walked outside, Gabriella saw the brunette aimlessly down the sidewalk. Her mom wasn't supposed to pick her up for another 10 minutes so, she walked to him. "Hi," she said softly so she didn't scare him.

He turned around. "Hi. Gabriella, right?" he asked. Gabriella scrunched her eyebrows and he raised his hockey stick in his right hand. "The boys couldn't stop talking about you."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, goodness gracious. They watch me every day they have practice. Are you new?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Someone quit. I think his name was Derek. They had try-out Sunday night."

"Right, I forgot he was leaving for school." There was a pause between them. "I'm Gabriella Montez," she said to him while turning to face the boy and smiled up at him.

"Troy Bolton," he said, smiling too. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too," Gabriella said, spotting her mom's silver BMW down the tree-lined road. "That's my ride. I'm glad you made the team, Troy. See you later?"

Troy smiled at her again. "Definitely, Gabriella."

As Gabriella's mom pulled up, Gabriella turned to smile at him again, too. And then said, "Do you need a ride, Troy?"

"No, thanks. They'll be here soon."

"Okay. Bye, Troy," she said as she popped open the car door and ducked into the car.

Troy watched th shiny silver car drive off and smiled to himself. He looked down at him shuffling feet and whispered, "Bye, Gabriella."