Okay I am personally going to take time out to dedicate this chapter to:
Cornique Chaylor Girl(for encouraging me to do it)
MermaidRam85 (for begging for more Traylor) and anyone else who loves Traylor
Disclaimer: I own Nothing except for Lil Mike's Pizzeria and the plots.

My name is Taylor Charlotte McKessie and I think I'm going crazy. Or better yet I think I've literally lost me ever loving, cotton, picking finger, licking smarty pants mind. Hell even that might still be an understatement, I'm still not even sure if I'm dreaming or not. This absolutely positively cannot be happening to me of all people! I checked my blood pressure, my temperature and my sugar level and they all appear to be fine. The gang seems to be doing the same thing too and they are all fine as well.
The only conclusion I can come up with is that there appears to be a glitch or some outlandish mishap that's affected our timeline, and somehow has sent me and the gang past our boundaries and into some bizarre time period.

7 years ago…

I was a naïve, outspoken, and all around lovable one of a kind 16 year old who was deeply in love with one of East High's hottest basketball players Troy Michael Bolton. Our love was stronger than Chad's appetite, Sharpay's hairspray, Grandma Amelia Bolton's famous Louisiana jambalaya, or even Ryan's mornings breathe.

We were apart of East High's most infamous group along with Chad Danforth with his girlfriend (and one of my best friends) Gabriella Montez, Sharpay Evans (another best friend) with Zeke Baylor, and Ryan Evans with (another best friend) Kelsi Nielson. We were the unstoppable sophomores of East High.

On April 23rd ,2005 I found out I was 4 months pregnant as a result of me and Troy's one year anniversary 4 months earlier. The news caught us all off guard including me and our parents took it surprisingly well that is, after one of my brothers Tracey gave Troy a black eye.

As much as we were 16, that baby seemed like a true blessing …at the time.

On June 15th, 2005 my world, the gang's world, and our families' worlds seem to all come crashing down in a heartbeat. One night when Troy was coming home late from Lil' Mike's Pizzeria (he was picking up a pizza for the gang's monthly movie night) he decided to pick up a pineapple and sausage pizza I was craving.

On his way home a…a drunk driver slammed full force into Troy's side of the truck. The driver was killed instantly from impact but it was a real miracle Troy survived. The gang and I heard an hour later and rushed into the emergency room.

The wait for me to see him seemed like, I don't know an eternity but now I wish I hadn't seen him period. When I entered his room I suddenly felt alone and scared, I don't know why but I just did. I sat down next to him and took in his shattered appearance.

His beautiful face…that face that belonged to me was bruised.
Those hands that would hold me close and wipe away my tears felt cold.
That chest that I would lay my head against and listen to his steady heartbeat was also bruised.
That heartbeat I would listen to…to put me to sleep, that heartbeat that never seemed to fail suddenly beated as if every beat were Troy's last.

I begged, pleaded and prayed that he would live to see the birth of our child.

Troy then opened his eyes…his eyes that were no longer filled with love and excitement but were replaced with eyes that were nothing more than sadness and a plea for help. Those eyes I remember that would sparkle anytime someone said my name or anytime he told me 'I love you sweetheart' were now lifeless.

"Taylor I love you and our child. I am never going to leave you I promise. I've loved you for as long as I can remember and I want you to know no matter what happens…I will always love you." That statement seemed burned into my memory no matter how many times I tried to get rid of it. I saw in his eyes he meant every word but in his eyes but in his heart he knew different. Little did I know, that promise would be broken for good.

An hour later…Troy Michael Bolton took his last breathe and died. Two weeks after the funeral, I lost the baby due to depression.

Now

No matter how much science you mix into this equation it just does not add up. This goes against any and every thing we believe in and everything we've ever learned. This theory is virtually impossible and even defies the laws of physics and nature. I myself and Gabi are geniuses though we've never seen anything like this theory is...Troy Michael Bolton is alive.

So what do ya think?