Chapter One
Sharpay Evans sat in American History, staring at the ceiling. Why does this class ALWAYS have to be so boring, she thought while she listened to her teacher drone on and on about the Revolutionary War.
"Now class, after the Battle of Brandywine..." Sharpay's teacher, Mrs. Davis, continued after asking the class a few questions. God! We learned this stuff in fifth grade! Why the heck am I EVER going to need to know about the Revolutionary War? Sharpay thought while staring off into space. Sure, it was the story of how America won their freedom and how they overcame the British, blah, blah, blah. How in the world was learning about the Americans defeat the British every other year or so going to help Sharpay make it in the music industry?
"Can any of you tell me who signed the Declaration of Independence?" Mrs. Davis asked as though she was being extremely tricky. Thomas Jefferson. Plain and simple. Ugh, why does she have to go on and on about the STUPID Revolutionary War? We've been talking about it since the beginning of the year! Sharpay thought as she glared at her teacher.
"Ah, Miss Montez, do you know the answer?" Mrs. Davis asked as if she were surprised.
"Thomas Jefferson," Gabi said with a sweet smile on her face.
"Very good, Miss Montez!" Mrs. Davis said enthusiastically.
"Genius…" Sharpay said under her breath, so that only Ryan could hear her. Gabriella Montez…, she's too perfect for her own good. Sharpay thought. She hated Gabi with a passion. It actually made her feel good to hate someone that much. Not only was Gabi too freaking smart, she had also stolen the lead part in the play that was rightfully Sharpay's. She was pure evil in Sharpay's eyes. Sharpay had no clue why she didn't hate Troy Bolton as much as she hated Gabriella. Maybe it was because she used to like him. She was positive that she didn't like him anymore. Plus, little miss goody-two-shoes Gabriella was dating him. No one can be that perfect. Sharpay thought.
Gabriella smiled at Sharpay when she saw her staring at her. Sharpay wanted to go over there and punch her, but being the great actress she is, she smiled at her with a fake smile. Then she turned around and rolled her eyes in disgust.
She looked across the table where Troy Bolton was sitting. He looked at her and gave her a boyish grin. Then he mouthed the words, this is so boring, to her. She managed to smile and gave a small nod in agreement.
Sharpay was going to fall asleep. She put her head down in her arms and shut her eyes. About five minutes later, Mrs. Davis noticed this.
"Sharpay, are you alright?" she asked, not even thinking anybody could be bored while listening to her go on about the Revolutionary war.
"It's nothing, Mrs. Davis. I'm just not feeling very well." Sharpay said, acting as though she was actually sick. I guess all those years at acting school paid off, she thought. Troy, who knew she was acting, smiled at her.
"Would you like to go to the nurse?" Mrs. Davis asked in a very concerned voice.
"Sure," Sharpay said faintly. She got up and walked down the hall. Suckers, she said to herself as she headed towards the girls bathroom.