Is It Worth Saving Me?
Sharpay Evans stood infront of her huge vanity mirror in her East High dressing room trying to stomach the last five minutes of her life. She took a deep breath as she processed the message that was left on her Sidekick from her mother. "Oh my God." Was all that could escape her mouth. Sharpay quickly grabbed her purse, phone, and slung her glittery pink microphone in her gym bag and ran out onstage to where Ryan was rehearsing for their auditions Friday. As soon as she hit the stage, panic struck, Ryan asked, "Are you ready to start rehearsal." Sharpay swallowed and looked her fifteen minutes older brother in the eye and simply handed him the phone. "Sharpay, we have to go, now." Sharpay solemnly shook her head and handed him his grey newsboy hat as they headed out of the auditorium, their future unknown.
As soon as they got in viewing distance of the house, they noticed a fiery, red, truck in the driveway. "No." Ryan gasped as he jumped out of the car and busted into the house with Sharpay following. "Hey kids!" Matthew Evans, said, standing near the doorway, reaching out to embrace his kids. Sharpay could only find herself able to give him a cold stare and storm upstairs. Ryan followed suit and went to his respectable room. Sharpay laid on her bed, feeling as if she might swallow her tounge, and grabbed the phone, her fingers sliding across her aunt Kelly's number. She then sat the phone back down on its rest and laid back down. Suddenly, she heard a faint gasp. Her heart sank as she neared her door and cracked it slowly. Sharpay peered out into the hallway and looked down the row of chiseled stairs. "How dare you tell me to get out of my own house!" It was happening, again. Sharpay knew it, she knew she couldn't prevent it, because the evidence was in front of her. "So you have nothing to say…" Matthew prevailed. The sound of shattering glass filled the house, causing Ryan to dart out of his room. "What is going on!" he said, charging down the steps. "Ryan, no!" Sharpay gasped. "Have you been listening on me and your mother's conversation?" Matthew hissed. "No, I heard a crash and…" Ryan began, but was soon cut off. "And, doesn't that count as listening, because if you weren't listening, you wouldn't have heard it." He said, his face getting flushed with anger. "No, not really." Ryan said confidently. "Well," Matthew said, smacking his son across the face. Ryan clasped the handprint over his face as Sharpay shrieked from the staircase, then, realizing she had blown her cover, ran to her room, and locked the door. "Oh God." She gasped, tears beginning to pour out of her eyes. She grabbed her pink duffle bag, and a Louis Vouitton make up bag, and quickly pulled out three pairs of pajamas, about four days worth of clothes, a pair of black high heels, and the random make up that was on her vanity and threw it into the bags and tossed them out the side window of her room, right before Matthew barreled in the door. "How dare you try to attempt to lock me out of your room!" He hissed. He neared closer to his daughter, and slapped her across the jaw. Sharpay yelped in pain as her dad looked her dead in the eye and hissed, "That's what I call disrespect and disobedience." Sharpay was motionless. Matthew eyed across the room until something drew his attention, he picked up the CD case that went to her Grease soundtrack and hurled it at a plaque she had made to look like a star on the walk of fame. She cried harder as the picture hit the hardwood floor and shattered. "You will never have one of those, because just like last year, you won't make it in a musical ever again, because you've lost your talent, you are a hopeless little slut, that's all you are." He said, before taking a shard of glass, and hurling it at her. She ducked trying to miss its blow, but it still hit her in the arm, she fell to the ground in pain, before her father kicked her in the side. "See, it's all you are, a spineless loser, you and your tramp of a mother." Sharpay regained her stance as she began to fight back, "SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!" she screamed. "THEN WHY DID SHE LEAVE ME!" Matthew screamed back. "BECAUSE! YOU WERE BEATING US, AND OVERWORKING US, LIKE DOGS! SHE WAS SICK OF IT, AND SO WERE WE!" Sharpay said, finally losing all control, "AND I'VE HAD IT!" She outside and slammed the door and held the knob. She slid the key in, locking it from the outside. She ran downstairs to Ryan and her mom. "Ryan, get mom out of here, you've got four or less minutes to do so, take my car, it's better on gas and it'll get you wherever quicker!" Ryan exhaled, "What about you and where are we supposed to go?" Sharpay glanced upstairs to hear her dad cursing and pushing at the door. "Anywhere, I don't care, just go, and when you get there, call me, I'm going to go to somewhere I know I think I'll be safe, just go!" she screamed getting her brother out the door. Sharpay quickly ran outside and got her things off the yard, to see her dad look out the window. "No, no, no!" She cried, just as Ryan drove down the road. Her dad then barreled out of the front door, chasing her down the street. "This is it, it's over." Sharpay thought as she turned a corner and hid behind a brick house. Matthew then ran down the street, to find Sharpay no where. He looked all around, and then stalked back, grumbling to the Evan's house. After five minutes of waiting, she came out from behind the brick house and continued her walk. She walked for about a mile or so before stopping. She felt a cold sensation on her arm, and looked down, the blood from her gash was pouring down her arm, and a red stain was on the sleeve of her long sleeve "Twinkle Town" T-Shirt. She put her head in her hands and said, "Thank you, God." "Sharpay?" Sharpay's head cocked up to see Troy Bolton standing in front of her in a muscle shirt and shorts, with an iPod strapped to his wrist. He cut off the device and got down at her level. "What happened, Oh my God, your arm." He reached out as she jerked her arm back. "I was only going to look at it. "So what, I'm a show dog to you too." Sharpay snapped. "No, How did it happen, can I help you, why do you have your stuff with you?" he said, in one huge run on sentence. Sharpay contemplated the situation in her head. She needed help, she knew she did, she knew Ryan did, she knew, more, and more importantly, her mom did. "Yes, Bol-I mean Troy, If I tell you something, will you swear never to tell." She said, getting up, and slowly walking with him to his house.