High School Musical
Chapter 1

"Ginny, I can't take it anymore!" Hermione paced back and forth. "I've been moving ever since I was three! I moved when I was three to Italy from Middlesex. Then when I was five I moved to France. Gosh. Their accents were horrible. Then when I was seven, we moved to Sussex. We moved to Germany when I was nine. Oh. And then we moved to Ireland when I was ten. When I turned eleven we came here... and now we're moving again!"

"Well Hermione... if you've been moving all of your life, why are you so against moving again?" Ginny questioned her. She lay on her bed.

"Don't you get it? I'm moving...to AMERICA!" Hermione shouted.

"Sorry," Ginny said. "I just don't get how this is a huge issue. I mean, you should see my problem."

"What's your problem?" Hermione asked.

"Oh. Did you not notice my hair?"

"What's wrong with your hair?" Hermione asked.

"It's RED and it's STRAIGHT! It can't be one or the other. Blonde and straight would be nice. Or red and wavy. But no, I had to get red AND straight hair." Ginny ran her hand through her hair.

"Hair. That's your HUGE problem?" Hermione questioned. "You have to be kidding me."

"Okay. I'll solve yours if you solve mine," Ginny replied. "You have to go to America either way, so I'll write to you...every week. I'll tell you everything. Now what's your answer?"

"Go to the hair saloon. Ten dollars. Dye your hair blond. Or get them to put layers in your hair. It'll make your hair wavier."

"Is that your owl?" Ginny questioned her. A brown owl was knocking on the window.

"Yeah." Hermione went over to the window and opened it. She picked up the letter and read. "Hermione. The flight leaves in an hour. We're all down at the airport, waiting for you to pop into the restroom. Queens Airport. Flight 3375. Gate 97B."

"I guess that means that you'll have to go," Ginny whispered. She got up from the bed and hugged her friend. "Call when you get there. And pop in any time you want. But I wouldn't pop into my room...not a very good idea. Ron'll want to say goodbye to you."

"Goodbye," Hermione said. "I'll call in six hours."

"Okay. See you," Ginny said, following Hermione down the stairs. "RONALD!"

"Hey girls!" Ron exclaimed. "Are you leaving?"

"Yes," Hermione answered.

"Ginny? Could you leave us alone for a minute?" Ron questioned his little sister. Ginny left the room. Hermione looked away from Ron. "When are you coming back?"

"I don't know."

"Oh." Ron said. "How..." Ron stopped. "I...Hermione?" Hermione looked back at him. "ItinkI'minlovewidu."

"Sorry. Could you repeat that?" Hermione asked.

"I...I'll write to you every day," Ron told her. "I promise." Hermione smiled.

"I'll...call later," Hermione told him. "Bye." Ron went to hug her. Hermione was there for a second and then she disapparated in the middle of it.