A/N: When I get writer's block on Frosh Year, I write oneshots. I think this could the start of a new story but I don't know. This is like my first POV.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the plot.

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I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, trying to listen to Taylor McKessie give her valedictorian speech. I couldn't focus, I couldn't believe what was happening, and I wasn't sure if I wanted it to happen. I was 10 minutes away from leaving East High forever. But, it was the one person I didn't want to leave forever that I was thinking about. The basketball captain, amazing singer and actor, and my amazing boyfriend, Troy Bolton. He was going to Duke University and I was going to NYU. We had been together since Junior year and I had liked him since 8th grade. He was why I actually woke up in the morning to go to school.

Suddenly, Taylor stepped down from the podium and I automatically clapped. Ryan grabbed my hand and squeezed it knowing what was coming next. I looked at him worriedly but he had already turned around to look at the stage.

"Now we will be handing out the diplomas," Principal Matsui stated and read off the names.

Troy was one of the first to receive his diploma and I clapped for him along with everyone else, tears forming in my eyes. Next, was his best friend Chad who had come to accept me over time and for that I was grateful. He would also be at Duke. Then, Ryan walked up to accept his and then the tears really began to fall. He would be off to USC and on the totally opposite side of the country from me. I don't know what I would do without him.

"Sharpay Melanie Evans," Principal Matsui said proudly.

After a second I realized it was me and walked up the steps to the stage that had been put in the gym. I shook his hand as he handed my diploma and flashed a smile at my parents. I laughed to myself at the huge smiles my parents were wearing. He placed my class tassel to the left and I beamed as I left the stage. There stood Ryan and we posed from photographs for our parents. We walked arm in arm back to our seats.

We watched Taylor and Gabriella get their diplomas and I smiled at the thought of us becoming such good friends after the musical. Even though I dated Troy after Gabi had, she understood our past. Even Taylor who at first hated me had come around and us three along with Kelsi had become inseparable.

Finally Kelsi went up and then the tears came nonstop. My best friend would be going to Julliard and at least I would have her in New York with me. The last name was read and at last all my friends and I had graduated and I didn't know what to do with myself.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the East High School Class of 2008!" our now former principal announced.

With that our tacky red caps flied through the air, even though it would take forever to find the one that was ours. Everyone cheered and clapped in the audience, while I stood looking up at the gym ceiling wondering what would happen next.

The caps finally all came down and hugging ensued. Camera's flashed in all directions. The girls cried while the guys looked like the didn't know what to do with themselves.

First was Ryan who hugged me and ran off to find Kelsi. Next, my parents and Mom having to be pried off by my Dad. She had been reduced to tears at her two "babies" being all grown up. Needless to say she didn't help my crying. Then, my girls, Kelsi, Gabi, Taylor and I shared a crying group hug. Kelsi and I would be in New York with Gabi and Taylor in New Jersey at Princeton. We promised we would meet up every month to catch up. Chad walked over and hugged me lightly and I made him promise to watch out for the both of them.

Last but certainly not least, Troy grabbed my waist and spun me. He held me close with his arms wrapped around my waist and my arms around his neck. I cried like there was no tomorrow, I didn't think I could be without him. Even if we did promise to spend holidays together in Albuquerque. He would be the hardest person to leave.

He kissed the top of my forehead, "Don't worry I promise the best is yet to come."

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Well, I think its too short but oh well. Should it be a story or a oneshot?

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