Hey guys! I thought of this idea and I wanted to know if I should continue with it or not.
Some people say thing a happen for a reason right? I keep thinking what the reason was for me. For getting such a crappy life. My parents are on the verge of divorce, my brother one of the popular guys in school, and I'm a nobody. I'm the one you see sitting in the corner reading a book, sitting in the cafeteria by herself, and even walking the halls alone. All in all- I have nothing. Sure I love my parents to death and my brother as well, but why does it feel like sometimes they don't love me back? Why do my parents care more about my brother then me? Did I do something to upset them? I wish that somebody would just understand me for once. See me for who I am. Be happy for me when I get a good grade, when I get an award. But things never turn out that way for me...
"Move Sherry." someone yelled as they pushed by me, throwing me up against a locker. They didn't even bother to look back and see if I was ok. I picked up my books, that were now scattered across the floor, and continued walking down the halls, ignoring the tears that were slowing making their way down my cheeks.
"It's Sharpay." I whispered to nobody in particular. I wiped my nose on my sleeve and entered my English class. I took an empty seat in the corner and pulled out my English notebook. I shook my head as I saw the jocks talking with each other and the geeks mingling. I don't even belong to a group.
"Yo Chad man what's up?" Troy Bolton asked his best friend. They did their manly handshake, if you want to call it that, and sat down next to each other.
Chad Danforth, co-captain of the basketball team. Everyone knows him as the guy with the crazy hair. Which is true. You just have to see it to believe it.
Now where do I start with Troy Bolton, The God of East High, The Golden boy that hottie that every girl wanted to be around. The guy they call 'Captain' He is simply perfect. Hie beautiful blue eyes, his sandy blonde hair, his amazing muscles. There wasn't one flaw about this guy.
"Stalker." someone said and covered it up with a cough. I turned behind me and saw Tom Gracer AKA the football captain, behind me smirking. His feet were up on the desk and he was leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head.
I rolled my eyes and turned towards the front, waiting for the bell to ring. I took my pen and started doodling on the cover of my notebook.
"Ok everyone please take out your copy of Macbeth and we'll get started." the teacher announced. I happily dug through my bag and grabbed my copy of Macbeth. I loved this book. I quickly opened up to the page we left off on yesterday. "Now I'll check to see who has their book." she said and walked around the classroom checking off who had it. She approached my desk and I smiled up brightly at her. "Ah Miss Evans nice to see you have your book." she smiled and walked to the next desk. I looked to the right of me and noticed that Troy didn't have his book. "Mr. Bolton?"
Troy shifted in his seat. "Hold on it's in my bag." he lied and dug through his bag, pretending to have it. The teacher continued walking around. I grabbed my book and quietly handed it to Troy.
"You can use mine for the check." I said and smiled slightly at him.
He looked up at me and smiled gratefully. "Thanks Charlotte." he said and put up his hand. I sighed sadly, trying not to sound to sad. People mistake my name all the time. "I've got my book Mrs." he said and the teacher turned around.
"Miss. Evans I would appreciate it if you would not give your book to Mr. Bolton for he has to learn how to be prepared. I'm sure he appreciated the offer though." she said as I started blushing. I hated all the attention on me. Troy handed my book back to me and I gave him a sympathetic smile. "And Mr Bolton?"
"Yeah?"
"Her name is Sharpay." she put her glasses back on and started teaching.
"Isn't that what I said?" I heard him whisper to Chad. I again sighed and ignored the event that just occurred.
The bell finally rung signaling the end of class and the start of lunch. I carefully put my stuff in my bag and stood up. I started walking up the aisle to the door. Somebody decided to be a jerk and stuck their foot out to trip me on purpose. Of course I tripped over it and landed on my face. My books went flying to the floor and my glasses skidded across the floor as well. I sat up and rubbed my aching knee.
"Oops." Tom said and faked innocence as he and his friends laughed at me.
I ignored them and started picking up my books. Someone decided to help me pick up my stuff. I looked over at the person kneeling next to me. "You don't have to help me." I whispered "You might kill your reputation."
Troy Bolton smiled sadly and handed me my books. "It's fine. Tom's a jerk anyway." He stood up and offered me his hand. I was a bit hesitant on grabbing it. "It's fine. It's not a prank or anything." he smiled.
I gave him a light smile back and grabbed his hand. He carefully pulled me up and made sure I had everything. "Thanks."
"No problem." he smiled another charming smile. "You should probably ice that knee." he pointed to my knee. "Just incase it starts to swell."
I subconsciously looked down at my knee. "That's probably a good idea."
"Come on Troy." His other friend Zeke said. He turned around to face the door.
"Ok." he turned back towards me. "I gotta run. Hope your knee gets better." he ran to the door. Before he left her turned around and added, "Sharpay."
I smiled to myself, happy that someone had finally gotten my name right. Maybe things were starting to turn around...
So...how was it? And be honest:) And sorry about the length! I just want to see if people will read it!