Faking My Own Suicide

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x Chapter 1: A Catalyst Of Some Sort

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x April 25th, 2008

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So I've made up my mind. It's a ridiculous decision, I know. She's just a girl, after all. But she's his girl, and at this point, that's all that matters. I'm only a high schooler… a junior, in fact. I have my whole life ahead of me. I should be preparing myself for college and a career. My dad has made this very clear with the little family meetings that he holds, shoving college brochures in mine and Sharpay's faces.

It's at these life-planning meetings that I think about her most. Well, I don't think about her so much as my life without her. My dad suggests different things I could major in, and I don't listen. He asks me where I see myself in ten years, and I picture her. It's pathetic, really… I hardly know her.

Every time I see her she's sucking face with Troy. And it almost makes me feel bad that my heart is set on breaking them up. Their relationship has been fairly solid for the past year or so.

Troy took my place in the school musical last winter with her by his side. It was definitely a loss on my part, but as a supporting role in the show, I got to see them up close - what she was really like, what she hated about him, and what she loved. I got to see what made her frustrated and what made her giggle, what made her cry and what it was that made her smile. I got to know the more complex side of the wonder that was and is Gabriella Montez.

Gabriella has only been my friend for a short time, but already I've realized I have no chance with her. And unlike most girls, this isn't because she's stuck up or snobby, and it isn't because she's of a different class than I am. She belongs to him. We became more than acquaintances once during a drama club meeting. She'd written the school play that year as an extra credit English assignment, and with Kelsi's help, it was transformed to an elaborate rock opera. One particular number called for extremely advanced choreography, and she asked around for someone with more dance experience to help her with it. I stepped up without hesitation, and we went to the gym with a few others to work it out.

I had always admired Gabriella, and maybe even 'liked' her, but it was that day that I fell for her. When I watched her dance, even when it turned out badly, I was mystified. I don't know why, because looking back, she really was quite clumsy. It wasn't until after I gave her some serious coaching that she could properly dance the number. The day she mastered it, I took her out for ice cream to celebrate. We talked and bonded, and from then up until now, our friendship has evolved.

Don't get me wrong, it hasn't 'evolved' very much. We're nowhere near that more-than-friends classification, and I know she doesn't want to be. I do. At the rate we are going, we'll never get there. Our relationship needs a catalyst of some sort - something to speed it up, at least before my senior year. And drastic times often call for drastic measures. I've just never been the daring kind of person.

This time, I'm taking the most drastic of all measures. Yes. I'm faking my own suicide.

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It's short. Sorry. I hope you guys aren't mad at me for posting another story. I have the WHIV chapter done, but my computer froze before I could save it, so I have to retype the whole thing up, and it's too boring to do that again right now. I have another story idea too… But I'm going to write a few more chapters before posting that one, because I'm not quite sure it's a good idea.

This story is based off of the song "Faking My Own Suicide" by Relient K. It's an awesome song, and if you haven't heard it… search YouTube or something.

Review please. Should I continue? Let moi know.

- Sami