Hey guyes!

Okay, I know this probably feels really random right now. I mean, I've never discussed this with anybody, and it wasn't even in my "In the Works" section of my profile. But honestly, that's because I JUST came up with this today. I could feel a story brewing in me for a week or so, but had no ideas - zilche - until today. And so I just started writing and came up with this cool idea, thanks to two things: Only the Good Spy Young (a book by Ally Carter) and my own school uniform.

Anyway, I can't say I have this entire thing planned out (because I SO don't lol) but I have some ideas brewing for it. Basically, I posted this first chapter just to sor of guage your reactions. DO you like it? Do you want more? Did it grab your attention? Was it honestly interesting? How was the writing? lol, You don't have to answer all those questions, but you know that's what I'm generally looking for. xD

Okay, well, I'll leave the reading and contemplating up to you! :) Oh, and sorry for the shortness, but its only the first chapter. ;)

Also? I think people should go check out BangxDitto's (formerly RememberxDecember) fic: A Sentimental Heart Among Wendigos. :D If you're a fan of BxD, go for it dude!

Review peeps!

-ssn

East High: Academy for Privileged Young Ladies

-Chapter One-

Crisp white oxford button-down; tucked in neatly. Khaki skirt, preferably pleated; khaki slacks are also acceptable. Red and gold tie; knotted with accuracy and precision; to be worn with a red sweater vest and black blazer. Red dress socks to be paired with plain black pumps/flats—absolutely no sneakers allowed!

As Gabriella Montez stared at the paper gently pressed between her fingertips—so as not to wrinkle it—she felt a warm sense of familiarity rush through her body. It tingled as it reached her toes. Every year, she and her classmates received the same letter of requirements—detailed instructions on how they should act and look—and every year it stated the same exact thing. Even though Gabriella had been here since her freshman year. Even though she had always followed these orders. Even though it was ridiculous to assume she didn't have it memorized. But seeing the document today brought a grin to her face. Now, it was different, because it signaled the greatest thing in Gabriella's high school education.

The start of her senior year.

Gabriella tiptoed across her dorm room—careful not to wake her roommates, although she was almost positive they weren't really asleep—and carefully tacked the letter to her cork board next to the other three. Pulling a hand over it in finalization, Gabriella grabbed her pumps from the shared closet—cramped with three other girls' belongings—and snuck out the door effortlessly.

When she stepped into the eerily empty hallway, she slipped on her heels. Gabriella loved the click-clack that echoed behind her when she walked. It always made her feel pretty, feel noticed, feel like she had a place to be, things to do—a fascinating life. And now, fully clothed in her school uniform, and being up before 95% of the other girls—she almost believed she was all those things.

Finally, the main office came into Gabriella's line of vision. She'd set out early to speak to the headmistress about some possible improvements concerning the selection of new students. Gabriella thought she would be able to help pick more appropriate girls. Girls, who—much like herself—didn't want to be a part of the program, but despite themselves, knew it was the best decision. She thought she could encourage them, make them feel more "at home," help them fit in. She thought she owed at least as much to East High, and she was willing to try it out.

But as Gabriella came closer to the Headmistress's personal office, her steps slowed—to a stop. Through the office window, she noticed Ms. Harvey talking to someone—someone dressed in school uniform. But what made Gabriella falter in her step was that this student could not possibly belong at East High.

It was a boy. At an all girls' boarding school.

Gabriella frowned. This couldn't be right. East High had never—ever, ever, ever—allowed boys, not even a needy exception, in all its years. There was no way he could be a student. So who was he? And why was he here?

Before she could ask herself anymore questions, the boy's head jerked up and his cobalt eyes met Gabriella's chocolate ones. He looked so tired, so scared, so … angry. She couldn't tear herself away. Gabriella began to gape. And the boy stared right back, almost emotionless, fearless.

Then suddenly, she heard her name being called.

Gabriella whipped around to spot Sharpay, her best friend and official school rebel, come hurdling towards her. But something was sour in her belly. She had to know what was going on. Gabriella turned back around to get a glimpse of the boy once more, but all she saw was an empty chair.

He was gone.

And then Gabriella was pummeled to the floor.