"Ms. Evans? Ms. Evans?" A female with a British accent, shook her sleeping figure gently.

She shook ever so slightly, and after a matter of seconds, she stretched. "Good Morning, Dorota" She greeted.

Dorota has been her nanny since she was 9 years old. They had a very special bond; she was like her parent, since her real parents were in Albuquerque, New Mexico, which is where she will be spending the whole school year.

"Miss Sharpay, I suggest you get some food in your system before we head to the airport" Dorota said as she pushed aside the curtains of her window. The light brightened the room, and the light casted a silhouette over her figure.

"Sure, sure," she replied. She wasn't paying any attention at all, actually. Sharpay was always the perfectionist but the clumsiest among the three siblings. Her twin brother, Ryan, lived with her ever since, he just took an earlier flight date than hers. And then, there was Alexandra, her older sister, she was always the perfect one, but she never tries. Alexandra was the main source of reason of why she acted like this; always prim and proper, putting on a perfect façade, the drinking, etc.

"Darling, the travelling time from Italy to America is exceptionally long. You have to eat." Dorota begged.

Sharpay had a secret. She was bulimic. Only Ryan and Dorota knew this, not even her parents or Alexandra knew. She was struggling to be the sexiest girl everyone has ever seen. Well, at least, sexier than they thought Alexandra was. She didn't want to go back to Albuquerque; it was hot, dry and dull.

"Ok, fine." Sharpay gave in. she put on her Victoria's Secret chiffon robe and walked down her and Ryan's marble staircase.

"So what's for breakfast?" Sharpay asked dully. She never really did care, she'll just vomit it out later anyway.

"Well… I made you your favorite Ham and Cheese Croissant. With milk and tea as your beverage" Dorota answered as she placed Sharpay's plate in front of her.

"Yum" Sharpay said unenthusiastically. She grabbed the croissant and took a big bite, she continued to eat normally until she finished the plate.

"Wonderful. You know, Sharpay, if you keep this up, you have a big chance of recovering from your disorder." Dorota said with pride. Dorota loved Sharpay like her own daughter and when she found out about her eating disorder, it truly broke her heart.

"Yeah," Sharpay said with a dead voice. She stood up and handed her plate to Dorota.

"I think I'm just going to go upstairs… to get ready." Sharpay smiled. Dorota did the same

"Alright; just don't take too long, alright?" Dorota reminded her as she lifted the tray

"Yes" Sharpay said quickly as she darted to the stairs and to her bathroom. She carefully chose one of her dresses that would steal everyone's eyes. She found one, it was a dark blue, long sleeved dress that fell to her knees. She already saw herself in it. But, before anything else, she had to commit her crime.

She walked carefully towards the sink of her BIG bathroom; she gave herself a disparaging look on the mirror before sticking her finger down her throat. She felt it coming, she ducked her head and held her hair in place, then she started vomiting what she just ate.

She walked down her stairs looking like a beauty queen. She wore her dark blue dress with her strappy silver stiletto heels; her hair was down with ringlets, she wore light make up but she still looked dashing, she wore two big silver loops for earrings and bracelets and rings on both hands.

Dorota smiled at her, "Beautiful, Miss, just beautiful" Dorota admired. Sharpay gave her a smile

"Thank you, Dorota, shall we?" She asked, motioning her head towards the door.

"Oh, yes, of course" Dorota said as she called her butler, security guards, housekeepers and driver over to help carry all her luggage. She smiled at her staff and said "Thank you so much for the service, I'll see you all next year". They all smiled back to her and nodded. Sharpay walked to her limo, and there, she caught her last glimpse of her own home.

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In Albuquerque

"Hey! You cannot believe it! I just saw a limo at the driveway of the Evans' mansion! Do you know what that means?!" Gabriella said with excitement, her girl friends seemed to be interested by this, but not the boys.

"What? That Alexandra just finished her shopping spree?" Chad asked sarcastically, the boys sneered.

It wasn't a surprise that a limo, or a very expensive sports car will be spotted in front of their mansion, they are the Evans family after all. You would see different great cars in there. If only they didn't have a million bodyguards, probably the whole town will try to rob their home.

Taylor smacked Chad in the head, "What?! You have to admit, they are filthy rich" Chad said in his defense.

"Can you guys just hear me out for a sec?" Gabriella almost screamed. Everyone looked at her.

She took a deep breath, "Thank you, now, as I was saying, I saw a limo in front of their mansion, and there was this blonde girl, and it wasn't Alexandra. The girl had millions of luggage with her. Do you know what this means?" Gabriella asked

They all stared at her blankly but then Taylor caught on.

"Oh My! Alexandra's sister is moving here!" Taylor shrieked.

Gabriella beamed. "You got it!"

Troy spun the basketball in his hand. "Alexandra has a sister?" He asked. Everyone was shocked to hear this, too. But they were even more surprised about Gabriella and Taylor actually knowing these things about Alexandra.

"Yes. Her ex-boyfriend spilled on her life during an interview for the school paper." Gabriella said, as a- matter-of-factly.

"And you said that her sister is moving here. Do you know where she was last addressed?" Kelsi asked.

"Her boyfriend said Alexandra's younger sister and brother lives in Italy together. They're twins, by the way." Taylor informed them.

"Whoa… this is a lot of take in. I knew she had younger siblings who lived somewhere else but I never thought they were twins, and I never thought that they lived in Italy… I mean, hello, it's Italy!" Chad mused.

"Dude, they're probably just like Alexandra… y'know, snobby, mean, selfish, tenacious… or maybe even worse." Troy warned them.

Gabriella huffed. "Troy, we all hate Alexandra but what is it exactly about her that you hate so much? We can be a bit optimistic about her life but you… you don't care. Or at least you don't want to know…" she said. Gabriella was always known to paying attention and Troy was like an open book.

"Nothing. I just… hate the Evans. All of them." Troy stated.

He hated rich people. They were always stuck up and mean. They always thought they were the best and the more important race. Well, Troy didn't think so… he despised them.

And sadly, the Evans portrayed the kind of rich trait Troy hated. Call him a racist, he wouldn't mind, for it is true.

A/N: Please review! This is my first multi-chapter story. Please support me! I'll try to upload a lot often :D