So-
this is my newest plan. I'm not getting
anywhere with ANY of my other stories.
I'm also considering writing a new oneshot;
while simultaneously attempting to
keep okay grades in my classes.

…I know, weep if you find it appropriate.
But this is my first Troyella in a very long time;
I debated on whether Sharpay should have Gabi's
role in this story, but then I realized
she'll have just as much of a prominent role.
So be prepared. =]

Also! There'll be a soundtrack listing on my profile;
you should listen to each song while reading.
Have it play in the background! I've heard it for shiz
bumps up the experience.

Ch. 1: While Putting Your Best Foot Forward

Gabriella

"Wake up sleepers; it's a new day."

I watched the sleeping form shift slightly in their bed, "Gabi…go bother someone else with your incessant shine."

"Mom's given me total access to throw open your blinds, and test her theory of you becoming a vampire."

"…Fine. Just don't tell Mom."

I snorted while throwing them back anyway; he hissed, and I threw a book in his general direction. When it hit the wall, I realized how bad of a shot I have.

"You suck."
"Just get up Seth. Mom's sick of not seeing you every morning."
"Maybe she should take the hint."
"Ouch. I'd disown you if I were Mom."

..:….:..

"Good morning you two." Mom greeted us in the kitchen, "I've made every possible breakfast food available for you to eat before your first day."

"Mom…" I stared out at the heap of food on the kitchen table, "I understand you'll miss us, but…really?"

"I'm looking forward to East Acres Boarding School." Seth sighed, "A whole year away from not having to get up at seven AM."

"…Classes start at eight, and they serve breakfast at seven."
"Shit."

"Language please." Mom smiled affectionately, "I can't control your mouth when you're gone, but="

"I know." Seth pushed passed up heading for the food. I smiled tiredly before following suit.

Sharpay

"Melinda! Get me my wheat grass shake…" I examined my pores through my illuminated bathroom mirror, "Melinda!"

"Yes Miss Evans…" A shaky, thin woman entered; she placed my shake next to me on the counter, "Getting ready for the big day?"

"Of course I am." I sighed, "All of my bags are packed; now I just need to work on looking absolutely perfect for my grand entrance."

"You plan well Miss Evans…"
"Of course I do…now. Go clean something."
"Yes Miss Evans."

..:….:..

"Balls to the walls bitch!" I called to my twin from down the hall, "You ready?"

"Of course." He smiled as we strutted out to the limo awaiting us in the driveway. We got in, and I smiled expectantly.

"Just like Dad to listen to us." I grabbed the bottle of Bubbly stuck in the ice box in the middle of our seats. Ry grabbed the flutes while I uncorked.

"Here's to the new school year-oh!" We laughed while the cork shot out; our flutes filled, we indulged.

The time passed; we were reaching the less…privileged parts of home. I rolled down my window in attempt to drown out the bubbles in my head.

I hope…this year will start fresh.

Gabriella

A soft sigh, a stern brow, and I finally felt ready to enter the gates of East Acres. Seth ran ahead, stating that now that we go here, he has actual friends.

That left me-alone-to catch up to all of my thoughts. The last thing I want (or need honestly) is another reason to feel secure here. East Acres Boarding School is infamous for how nice they are on the surface. But no one, accept the boarders, know the hidden rot underneath…

Maybe rumors shouldn't be followed. I picked up my bags, and walked into campus.

"Ooo! Excuse you!" Not long after checking my shoes for scuff, I collided with a blonde haired girl.

"I'm really sorry-" I sniffed the air, "…Are you trashed?"

She put a finger to her lips, "Don't tell!" She winked, and stumbled along past.

"Wait!" I caught up to her, "What dorm are you heading for?"

"Ancient Oaks."
"Do you need help getting there?"

"There you are!" A blonde haired boy, who looked almost exactly like her, ran up to us.

"Oh…poughskeepie…" The girl pouted, "Killjoy's here."

"Ha ha." The boy dryly stated before grasping her arm to stop her from toppling over, "Sorry for the trouble."

"It's really no problem; I ran into her."

He smiled, "Well, if that's the truth. Thanks for finding her."

"No prob." I smiled to them as they continued down the Quad.

Sharpay

"Ugh…please. Do not open those curtains unless you want those 7 jeans to be spewed with vomit."

"Sorry Queen Mistress."

I smiled wholeheartedly, "Hey bitch." My best friend, and roommate since freshman year-Emmy McKalister, gave me a welcome hug. Like every year…

"Ooo sweetie, pack on the bubbly punch?" She sat down on the chase lounger next to me.

"Well, you know my motto: If I still have feelings, drown them."

"So, is this about your parents…?" She watched my eye contact, "No…what happened over the summer…?"

"You promised you'd tell no one."
"And I haven't, but you can't drown it out."
"Who says? It makes things more fun."

"Okay…" She sighed, "I just came here for my cardigan…" She headed to the shared closet on the far side of the room, "It's crazy that we've shared this room since the beginning right?"

"Yeah, completely insane…" I heard a vibration set off along the side table near the lounger; I picked up my phone, and read the awaiting text.

To: Sharpie
From: Rybear

Guess who's being steamingly brooding down in the Quad…!

I opened the attached photo, and stared longingly at—probably the most amazing photo. Ever.

"Who'd you get a text from?" Emmy emerged from the closet with the cutest gray cardigan loosely wrapped around her torso.

I eyed her playfully, "Last summer."

..:….:..

"Alright, I will explain the process one final time." After sobering up and throwing on a simple jeans and tee combo, my clique and I were sitting at our usual picnic table in the Quad, "Since Shelley Matteson decided to make herself unusable, and a pathetic attempt as a mole, we have an opening in our inner circle."

"Don't you think a smaller number is better?" Ryan suggested, "Less people backstabbing us."

"Having only four people in our circle makes us extremely vulnerable." I smiled, "How will we make decisions within our sacred group? Give me the profiles."

Kelsi Neilson, a faithful ally adverse in music, slid the brown leathered folders to me, "These are all of the new Incomings and Transfer students this semester. There's only four."

"Well great." I smiled, "We'll all wager who's the best; everyone take one."

The folders were passed around; I opened mine, and stared at her face. I think I know her…maybe?

Name: Montez, Gabriella
Age: 16
Sex: Female

Hobbies: Singing, Dancing, Acting, and other different aspects of Art

GPA: 3.89
Strengths: Very Goal Oriented
Weaknesses: Not much of a Social Life

I smiled while closing the folder, "Everyone stop; this girl." I pointed to the folder, "She's the perfect candidate."

Gabriella

"Oh! I'm so sorry…" I almost involuntarily crashed into someone on the way to my next class; when did I become such a klutz?, "I am so sorry I practically bashed you in the face with my camera equipment."

"It's no problem really." She smiled albeit the red mark forming on her cheek—I guess it was a bit of a nick, "My name's Emmy McKalister. You?"

"I'm Gabriella…Montez. Gabriella Montez."
"Pleasure to meet you Montez."
"Likewise."

So…that's all for now;
I know this chapter was sort of boring.
But the 'set up' chapter needs to be placed in first.
I'm also sorry for so much perspective jumping,
but it's necessary for it to be there. So we can see both
the naivity of Gabi's world, and the reality of Sharpay's

Review for more of the story; trust me, it's scandalous. =]
Peace and Hearts.