I'm back! Ha. I was like gone for two seconds. Well, here's my new story, Back at East High. The description is below... read and review if you want to! Enjoy!
Gabriella goes back to East High, pursuing her teaching career as a twelfth grade English teacher. She never wanted to remember the events and people from high school, but teaching there doesn't really help her to forget.
She watches the kids in her class and can't help notice a certain student looking a lot like Troy Bolton. What's his last name?
Those crystal blue eyes are staring back at her again and she begins to run into everyone from her past. The drama teacher is no longer Ms. Darbus but Sharpay herself, the choreographer Ryan Evans. Chemistry lab filled with the familiar voice of Taylor Mckessie and Chad's the basketball coach. Why did they all choose to come back? What was so special about East High? What will keep them there? And why is Troy the only one not there?
Back at East High
Chapter one
The white cloud that formed when Ms. Montez began to write her name on the green chalk board that went from one side of the class room to the other, faded into small white specks that fell silently onto the ledge where the small, unbroken pieces of chalk lay. The sound of the newly installed air conditioner rumbled above all the other sounds that erupted from the hallway. Ms. Montez placed the piece of chalk back on the ledge and opened her top left drawer to take out a few pieces of paper for the students that would be arriving in a few short minutes. The sound of the classroom door opening made Ms. Montez look up from her papers. She smiled when she saw a dark haired, petite looking girl standing in the doorway.
"Am I early? I can leave if you want me to." She said as she hugged her brown book to her chest.
"Oh no, you can come in. It's starting to get too quiet in here." Ms. Montez answered.
"Sorry to break it to you, but it's going to stay quiet. I don't really talk much." She said with a timid smile.
"Well that's okay. You can sit anywhere if you want." Ms. Montez said with a smile.
"You let us sit anywhere?" The girl asked.
"Yeah, you have to meet people somehow." She answered.
As the girl with the brown book walked towards the back of the class, more students started to file in. The small groups of twos and threes came in talking and they sat together when they choose a seat. Ms. Montez passed out a few papers when most of the class was seated. They were mainly parent letters that she knew would end up on the bottom of most of the student's backpacks, but she wrote the letter anyway. The class was made up of seniors so they were used to the parent letters and the to-do lists for the year to come. As the bell rang, a few boys walked in, laughing and shouting while they moved swiftly to their desks. They sat in one row, one behind the other. When the class was quiet Ms. Montez began to speak.
"Welcome to English class everyone. I won't bore you with too much talking because I know your other teachers will say the same speech over and over again. This is my first year teaching here at East High and I'm excited to be here. I heard from a few students that this is the best school around." She said with a smile.
"You know it!" One of the guys in the middle of the classroom hooted.
"And why is this school so great?" She asked.
A girl in a pink blouse raised her hand and her pearly white teeth could be seen from miles away. Ms. Montez smiled and pointed to her so she would answer the easy first day question.
"Because of the drama club, of course!" She said happily.
Some of the students groaned and all the boys booed loudly.
"The drama club, huh? I had a pretty good drama club back in the day." Ms. Montez said.
"I've been in almost all of the performances." The girl in the pink continued.
"Impressive."
"That's because no one else tries out." A boy with shaggy brown hair coughed.
"Excuse me? Do not make the theatre into some kind of farce!" The girl scowled.
"What's your name?" Ms. Montez asked the boy.
"Blake." He answered.
"Well Blake, that comment was inappropriate. You should be nicer to your classmates. You never know when I will randomly pair people up for projects."
"Sorry." He said as he bounced his pencil on the rubber eraser.
"Who's your theatre director?"
"Mrs. Baylor. She's amazing! Oh and my name is Summer."
"Nice to meet you Summer… So what else goes on here?" Ms. Montez asked eagerly.
A dark skinned boy with curly brown hair raised his hand. He was a good-looking boy and he looked like someone who would be involved in a lot of sports. His letterman jacket gave it away immediately.
"Yes…" Ms. Montez started.
"My name is Carl. People call me C." He said.
"Okay… hey, C." Ms. Montez said with a laugh.
"East High is known for their sports. We have an amazing basketball team, thanks to my man Blake over here." He said pointing to the shaggy haired boy.
"Ooh. So, Blake, are you the star basketball player?" Ms. Montez asked as she leaned up against her desk.
"Some people might say that, but I couldn't do it without my team." He said as he leaned back in his desk.
"What team?!" Carl shouted.
"Wildcats!" The class shouted back. Everyone except the girl with the brown book.
"I assume you are the ladies' man too." Ms. Montez said with a laugh.
Giggles broke out among the girls of the class and Blake just grinned as Carl patted him on the back with a laugh.
"So what about academics?" Ms. Montez asked.
"I thought we were talking about sports! Now we are talking about the boring stuff?" A boy from behind Carl said. He was wearing a shirt that said 'Just because I can cook doesn't mean I can't beat you on the court.'
"Academics are not boring. I just so happened to be on the Scholastic Decathlon team when I went to high school." The girl in the back of the room smiled as Ms. Montez talked.
"I don't know anything about academic teams." Carl said.
"Don't you have math and science competitions here?" Ms. Montez asked. She saw the girl in the back frown.
"Nope." Summer said cheerfully. "We used the money we would have used for those teams for the theatre and basketball team." She explained.
"So you just left nothing for everyone else who used to be on the teams?" Ms. Montez asked.
"No one was on the team. Only three girls. One's over there if you want to know more about it." Summer said as she pointed to the girl in the back. "Her name's like Olivia or something."
"What's your name?" Ms. Montez asked the girl.
"It's Gabi." She said quietly.
Blake and what seemed like the entire basketball team turned and looked at her, but they quickly looked back at Ms. Montez.
"I like that name." Ms. Montez said with a smile.
"Thanks." She said shyly.
"Can we ask you some questions?" Carl asked.
"Sure."
"How old are you?" He asked.
"I'm thirty-six."
"Really?" Zac asked. He was the boy in the cooking shirt.
"Yeah. Why?"
"You look younger." He said.
The boys sitting in front of him turned around and looked at him in disbelief.
"Dude." Carl said quietly.
"I guess that's a compliment… hopefully." Ms. Montez said with a smile.
"So what high school did you go to?" Summer asked.
Ms. Montez smiled awkwardly and looked around at the class.
"You wouldn't know it." She lied.
"Oh." Summer said simply.
Ms. Montez couldn't help but notice that this class was bringing back a lot of memories. It was as if they were all playing a role of someone she once knew. The bell rang shortly after her quick note to self and the class walked quickly out of the room and out into the hallway. Gabi came up to her and paused before she spoke, as if she had to think of what she was going to say.
"So you were on the Scholastic Decathlon team in high school?" She asked.
"Yes, I was. I loved it a lot. It's sad to come back and see it gone."
"Come back?" Gabi asked.
"You know… to a high school without a team like it. I thought everyone had one." She answered calmly.
"I wish it was still around."
"Me too. Maybe I will start it up again once I get used to the school." Ms. Montez suggested.
"You'd do that?" Gabi asked cheerfully.
"Maybe."
"You know, if you ever need help I can help you. I have a lot of free time since the team is over." Gabi offered.
"I'd love that. You know, you remind me of someone I used to know." Ms. Montez said.
Gabi smiled and laughed quietly.
"Well, I have to get to my next class before my usual seat in the back is taken." And with that Gabi walked out with a little bounce in her step as she walked around the groups of people in the hallway.
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