NOTES: This is going to be my very first novel length story. The plot I have in mind is a bit of a dramatic one, but I hope to be able to pull it off and entertain you all while doing so! This is merely the prologue, and I hope many of you find it intriguing.
It was the second week of his senior year when everything in Troy Bolton's life took a very dramatic turn. Troy was laying on the grass in the school's courtyard and basking in the warm breeze that was an incredibly welcome respite from the overbearing heat of New Mexico in August. He had just eaten an incredibly satisfying lunch which his mom had packed for him (she had been getting quite nostalgic lately, coming to the realization her baby boy would soon be moving away to college), Gabriella was behind him doing math problems but also occasionally giving Troy an affectionate kiss on his forehead or a quick rub on the head (those were his favorite), and it was Friday. Everything was Awesome. Capital 'A'.
"Hey, Troy?"
"Yeah, Gabs?"
"Want to come over tonight after basketball practice?" She had her hand in his hair and was ruffling it gently. It felt very nice.
"Sure thing. We'll probably finish up practice around five and then I'll clean up and come around seven?"
She leaned in and gave him a small peck on the lips and a huge, gorgeous smile as her reply. She then began explaining how she had to meet with Taylor to discuss the future of some science project they had started a week ago, which was about a month before anyone else would even come up with a topic.
Troy watched her go, then leaned back and shut his eyes, planning to enjoy the weather for the rest of his own lunch break and definitely to keep his mind far from schoolwork. He fell into a light but very peaceful sleep for the next fifteen minutes, still thinking that his senior year was going to be the best year of his life, yet. And maybe it was, but most certainly not in the way he had originally planned.