Hola! I decided to right ahead and start a new story, even if I do decide to go further on the other one. I tried to write this from Gabriella's point of view, tell me if you like it! By the way, this chapter is kind of like a prologue to the story. - Arielle Valentina Carmen Brook
I walked to the bathroom, trying to ignore the fact that it was one in the morning, my 34th hour working at St John's Hospital in a row, and I was exhausted. I had just delievered another baby, a beautiful little girl called TeKia. I cleaned up, splashed my face with cold water, and got another cup of coffee.
To some people, I might seem crazy, working so hard. This is my life now though. There's no more time for the things I did in high school, like having a boyfriend, going out shopping with friends, musicals, or pretty much anything fun. Now it was all work, but at least it stopped me from thinking about my heartbreak and all the people who had betrayed me in my last year old high school. I never had time to ponder what Troy Bolton, my first and only boyfriend, had done.
I'm not going to think about that now, though. I walked out to my car, a black BMW convertible, and drove to my apartment, which was about 10 minutes away. As I unlocked my door, I groaned out loud. My apartment was filled with red roses for the 3rd time that week, which would be sweet, except for the man who was sending them was just about the worst person in the world to be sending them. I had known him since high school, and his name is Ryan Evans. He'd been calling me and sending me roses and asking me out for dinner for about a month now. You'd think a man would stop after a while! These roses were just a damned nuisance. They left their petals all over the place and gave me so much to do after clearing them up.
I decided to just leave them this time, though. I couldn't be bothered to do anything. I was too tired, so I just made my way through all the roses filling up my two-room apartment and collapsed into my bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.
When I woke up later that morning, my pager was beeping. I groaned, checking the time on my watch, which I still had on. 5:49! No wonder I was so tired! I had only gotten about 3 hours of sleep! I pulled myself up and realized I had left on my clothes from the previous night. I sniffed them, figured I smelled alright, so dragged myself to my car.
After the short drive to the hospital, I was met at the front door by my friend, Chandra. She told me that there was a lady here to see me, wanted to make sure her baby was doing alright, etc. I said I was happy to do it, since it was just the regular stuff, and I could easily do it when I had had absolutely no sleep. As we took the elevator up, we talked about the usual things. Recent patients, silliest names parents have given the babies we have delivered, everything that one would have to talk about in a hospital. When we got up to the waiting room outside my floor, I walked out of the elevator, and almost fell over because of my shock. Sitting on one of the chairs was a fakely blonde, only barely pregnant woman wringing her hands. As she looked up, her eyes got almost as wide as mine and her mouth dropped open.
It was Sharpay Evans.