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Summary-I am still working out the details but this is what I have so far. Gabriella is a girl who has been through so much; it has left her as fragile as glass. When she comes home, after spending the last few years trying to get over her twin sister's death, she is sad to realize that memories haven't faded as much as she thought. She is determined to stick it through though. She wants to learn to live in the world she once shared with her sister. Enter Troy, a guy who deals with everything as if it is a drag race. He thinks the reckless and fast way is the best. When he meets Gabriella, he is surprised by how delicate one person can truly be and devotes himself to helping her whether she likes it or not! What he didn't plan on…was falling for her. Still some things that need to be worked out but that is basically it.

Chapter 1

"Gabriella would you stop, please!" Gina Montez snapped at her daughter. Gabriella stopped her legs, trying to contain her anxiousness. Gavin started to laugh as he watched Gabriella's hands start to shake instead, earning him a glare from Gabriella.

"I don't know why you are going so nuts Gabriella," Simon Montez said as he drove down the familiar streets of Albuquerque, New Mexico.

"I'm fine," she lied as she tried to concentrate on not throwing up. She wasn't fine. That was the furthest thing from the truth. She was more nervous than she had ever been in her life, which said a lot. She was going home. She was finally back in the place where she had spent most of her childhood. Her parents had just picked her up at the airport and now, she was on her way back to the house she had missed for the last four years. She was going to get to finish her high school experience at home; something she never thought was possible. She hadn't been home since she was thirteen. For reasons that at the moment, she didn't even want to think about. It didn't matter now, she was home.

"Ella's shaking," Gavin shouted. Gavin was nine and probably the most insightful nine year old but also most annoying.

"Gabriella, are you sure you are okay?" Gina asked, turning to look at her daughter.

"Yes mom, I am," she said, quickly. Gabriella reached up and pulled the elastic out of her hair. She ran her hands through her long dark brown curls and pulled them back up into the elastic. She looked over at Gavin to see his dark brown eyes, identical to her own, studying her carefully as if waiting for her to, at any moment, explode.

"What?" she said.

"Nothing," he muttered, looking away. She was used to the looks. She had gotten used to them over the past four years. Every since her twin had died, looks like those were something of familiarity to the seventeen year old. She had been one of the reasons she couldn't stay in her own house. She had been the reason why she couldn't hang out with her own friends. She had been the reason she couldn't look in a mirror almost a year after. She had been the reason she fell apart.

"Here we are," her mother said and Gabriella turned to look at the large house. She could see the balcony that was connected to her room and felt a wistful feeling bloom inside her. She got out of the car and looked up at the house. Her dad was already getting her suitcases from the trunk and her mother was watching her expectantly.

"You ready to go in?" Gina asked her daughter softly. Gabriella nodded her head and walked slowly up the walkway. Her hands were shaking again but she held them in front of her, trying to stop them. She didn't want her mother to see how strongly she was reacting. Her mother opened the front door and walked in. Gavin walked in too and instead of going right upstairs to his room, as he might have done on a normal day, he watched as his sister stood outside the doorway, biting her lip apprehensively.

"It's okay El, go in," Simon whispered behind her. She tried to smile as she walked over the threshold, slowly. She heard her mother breath a sigh of relief when she walked in. She looked around and noticed that the photographs of her family that once hung on the walls where gone. She knew they were trying to make it easier and was thankful. Her dad walked around her carefully and walked up the stairs with two of her suitcases. She watched and looked at her mother, who immediately smiled.

"Come on," Gina said. Gina walked up the stairs and Gabriella followed her. She felt as if she was walking up to her doom. As soon as she entered that room, everything she had done these past three years would be useless. Her mother walked in the room with ease while Gabriella stopped just outside. She felt as if the air around her was being sucked away. She wrapped her arms around her small frame and stood there. This was the room she had spent her life in. It was also the room she had shared with her twin.

"El, come on," her mother said. Gina reached out and took Gabriella's arms from around her. She pulled her slowly in the room. Gabriella was surprised by this sudden contact and yanked her arms from her mother. She saw pain flash through her mother's eyes and felt bad.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"It's okay," Gina assured her. Gabriella looked around the room and saw that it was much different. There was only one bed in the room. The walls were painted a light yellow and matched the spread on the bed. There was a desk in one corner with a brand new laptop sitting on top of it. The balcony doors were wide open, letting in the cool air. Gina and Simon watched their daughter closely, waiting for a sign. She looked at them and managed to smile slightly. Simon sighed with relief and left to go get her other suitcases.

"How you feeling," Gina asked Gabriella, who sat down on the bed softly.

"Fine," she answered softly.

"Well, I am going to go down stairs right now but if you need anything just come and get me or dad, okay?" Gina said.

"Yep," Gabriella answered.

"Okay," Gina said. Gina looked hesitant to leave the room but Gabriella smiled at her.

"You can go, I'll be fine. I am just going to unpack," Gabriella told her. Gina nodded her head as Simon and Gavin brought the rest of the suitcases in the room. They all left her alone, shutting the door behind them.

"I'm fine," she whispered. She didn't move from her spot on the bed though. She looked around the room and noticed the radical change. Everything was different. The once pink walls were yellow. The dark walnut colored furniture was gone, replaced by white furniture. Everything was different…including her. Anyone who looked at her would see how fragile she still was. She wasn't the same fun, carefree girl she used to be. She seemed to be made of glass…so breakable, even to herself. She wasn't herself. Just as this room had changed to accommodate the change in her life, she had. Her sister would have laughed. She would have told her this would do nothing to change what had happened. She would tell her that punishing herself was stupid and useless. But Isabella wasn't here…that was the problem.

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He was reckless. He knew that. His mom knew that. His sister knew that. His teachers knew that. His friends knew that. Everyone knew that. Troy Bolton was reckless.

"Troy, damn it, cut it out," Chad yelled as Troy sped down a road, recklessly of course.

"Sorry," Troy said as he slowed down.

"One of these days you are going to get me killed then I will have to hurt you," Chad said.

"How are you going to hurt me if you are dead?" Troy asked Chad.

"Just shut up," Chad said.

"I'm just wondering how you expect to hurt me when you are going to be dead," Troy said.

"I really don't like you," Chad exclaimed.

"Okay then, get out of my car," Troy said, laughing. Chad rolled his eyes. Troy and Chad had been best friends since Troy moved to Albuquerque, sophomore year. They were both members of the East High Varsity basketball team but that was where the similarities ended. Chad was a fun guy while Troy was more intense but at the same time, didn't seem to care. Troy was the type of the guy who did something and didn't care what anyone thought. This might have been the reason he was so popular or maybe it was his skills on the court. It might have been his good looks that left girls in a panic. Whatever it was, Troy was one of the most popular guys in school. It was probably a good thing he could care less, because otherwise, he might have been cockier than he already was.

"Get out," Troy said as he drove up to Chad's house. Chad opened the door and got out.

"See you at school," Chad said and Troy nodded his head. Chad walked up to his house and Troy sped away. He knew he shouldn't drive this fast but he liked it. Troy liked to do things fast and recklessly. It worked when everything else failed; getting it over the fast way was the best way in his eyes. He drove up to his house, sliding in the drive way too fast. He crashed his foot down on the brake just in time. He grinned as he shut the car off and got out. As he walked up his walkway, he looked at the house next door. There was a light on in the bedroom that had been dark up until a few weeks ago. He was surprised to see a girl standing on the balcony. He stopped and stared at her, frowning. Even from here, he could see sadness on her face. It bothered him for some reason he was unsure of. He stared at her and after a few moments, she looked in his direction. Due to the darkness all around them he was unsure of whether she was staring back at him but he remained almost frozen to that spot. After a few moments, the girl stood up straight and walked into the room closing the doors behind her

"Night," he said, amused with himself. Staring at random girls he didn't know and possibly freaking them out.

"Not to bad a finish to the day," Troy muttered to himself.

(Hope you liked it!! Next chapter Gabriella goes to school which will be very hard for her. She will see all her old friends who of course knew her sister but also meet Troy. Please review and tell me what you think!!)