Chapter 1: The Parents

Gabriella Montez came huffing into her history class, and boy was she mad. Missing her high school graduation? This was the last straw. She looked at her best friend of 18 years, Sharpay Evans, or Pay as she and only she called her. Pay looked so furious that she'd kill anyone or anything that tried to cross her.

"Out of everything they can miss, they have to choose graduation?" Sharpay shouted.

"I know, tranquila Pay. There's no point in getting upset about it, they wouldn't change their minds if they were here anyways." With that last thought the two girls sat down to begin another boring history lesson.

The morning passed as any other would. Boring class after boring class, pointless lecture after pointless lecture. Finally lunch came around and the gang, which consisted of Sharpay and Ryan Evans, Gabriella Montez, Kelsi Neilson, and Taylor McKessie decided to eat outside beneath the warm April, Florida sun. All of them were seniors at Episcopal High School in Jacksonville, Florida, and they were all going to UCLA next year in sunny California. All of them had been best friends since kindergarten thrown together by their parent's hectic work and vacation schedules, which never seemed to include them. Gabriella and Taylor were on the scholastic decathlon team, of which Taylor was the president/captain. Ryan and Sharpay were extremely involved in theatre or The International Thespian Society, of which they were co-presidents. Kelsi was also involved in theatre, but was even more involved in music. Gabriella, however, had one more passion: dance. She was in the most advanced dance ensemble. She often said that dancing was the best way to let her frustration and anger out because when she was on the dance floor everything else would just disappear.

As they sat there eating chatting about anything and everything Ryan suggested, "Why doesn't everyone move into our house until our parents get back from their vacation in Spain?" Everyone heartily agreed and went back to their lunches and talking about prom, which was in one week.

In Albuquerque, New Mexico, high school senior Troy Bolton was shooting baskets in East High's gym, or at least he was trying. For East High's best player he sure wasn't doing so hot. How could his parents do this to him? How could they choose Paris over their only son's high school graduation? Well, they were his parents, and they only seemed to think about themselves. Miley will probably tell them that they should've seen this coming. Miley: he smiled at the thought of the only girl in their group that, despite the odd girly moments was completely one of the guys, their little sister Miley. Troy tried again and missed; out of frustration he threw the ball against the wall.

"Whoa dude, calm down. There's no need to get violent." Bushy haired Chad Danforth and Troy's best friend for the last 18 or so years lightly joked.

"Yeah, I mean we could've predicted this." Reasoned the tiny curly haired brunette beside him. Leave it to Miley to "predict" the future.

Troy sighed and looked around the gym at his family. Well, not really. None of them were actually related, they just felt like it The Fearsome Five some, as they were called in school, consisted of Troy Bolton, Chad Danforth, Zeke Baylor, Jason Cross, and the only girl in their group, Miley Cole. The truth was, they were more of a family to each other than their real families were to them seeing as how their parents always ditched them for either business trips or vacations. But it didn't matter, because in a matter of weeks they would be heading off to Los Angeles, California to UCLA. The boys would be continuing their basketball and Miley would be continuing her theatre. Troy, Zeke, Chad, and Jason were all on the basketball team, which was led by Troy, while Miley was the president of the theatre club.

"I've got it!" Miley suddenly shouted enthusiastically, slipping into one of her girly moments, which made the guys laugh a little. "Why don't ya'll come over to my house and stay until our parents get back from Paris?" She stopped shouting and said barely above a whisper with tears forming in her eyes, "after graduation."

Zeke walked over to her and put his arm around her in his natural comforting, brotherly manner and said, "Of course we'll come!"

"Great!" Miley exclaimed again excited "I'll see ya'll after basketball practice! We'll order pizza or something yummy!" With that she ran out of the gym to her locker.

AN: Okay, so I don't really know what I'm doing, but I hope ya'll kinda liked it. They'll get better and longer hopefully. Let me know what you think!!

Mollie