In San Francisco, California...

"And the ball has been intercepted by number 14, Troy Bolton!" the MC shouted over the roaring fnas. "Look at those swift moves!"

Troy Bolton, a famous player for the Los Angeles Lakers, grinned when he heard the fans chant, "Troy! Troy! Troy!"

With only 5 seconds left on the clock, Troy threw the ball towards the net.

The MC said, "He shoots..."

SWISH!

"AND HE SCORES!!" the MC shouted. "The Lakers have won their championship for the tenth year in a row!"

People cheered and they chanted, "LAKERS! LAKERS! LAKERS!"

Troy's teammates picked him up and carried him around the court, while he was carrying the trophy.

When the teammates put him down, Troy found himself being kissed by his wife.

A blonde wife.

Sharpay Evans Bolton...

In Long Island, New York...

"Blech!" Trevor gagged. "Why does that woman always have to do that?"

"If you're so annoyed than stop watching it!" his little sister, Isabella, exclaimed. "It's not a crime if you don't watch it."

"But I like basketball!" Trevor argued. "At least it's better than watching Jeopardy."

Isabella was a brainiac and loved watching "brainy" shows. At 11 years old, she had skipped ahead to seventh grade and she was starting eight grade soon. She had chocolate brown eyes, dark black hair, and tanned skin.

Trevor, on the other hand, was more of the athletic type. Yes, he did make good grades, but he wasn't a genius like his sister. He loved basketball and it showed. He used to have black hair but it had faded to light brown and he had let it grow shaggy. He had ocean blue eyes, a ski-dive nose, and dimples when he smiled. He didn't know where he got his looks.

They didn't have a father.

"Kids!" their mom called out. "It's time for dinner!"

Isabella and Trevor raced to the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table. Their mother put a big pot of spaghetti in front of the kids. When their mother sat down, Trevor filled his plate with spaghetti and tomatoe sauce. He grabbed the plate of pickles and dumped over half of them onto his pasta. Then he grabbed a the can of cheese and spilled half of the container onto his plate.

Isabella just ate hers the traditional way...noodles, tomatoe sauce, and meatballs. Nothing special.

Their mother, Gabriella Montez Bolton, smiled. She looked liked the older version of her daughter, with tanned skin, sparkling brown eyes, and dark black hair.

But Trevor didn't look a thing like his sister or his mother. He had been mistaken as Gabriella's stepson twice already.

Gabriella and her kids lived in New York for the past ten years. Gabriella was a teacher at Crampton's Academy, a private school for advanced students. Isabella and Trevor went to a public school. And Trevor was starting high school next year.

As they ate the spaghetti, Gabriella had one of her rare moments when she wished she was back in Alburquerque. Her friends and family were there and they lost touch, but Gabriella still remembered them, But she loved Long Island and she couldn't just leave her job. She couldn't force her kids to come with her and she couldn't just leave them here.

But she still wished she could go to Alburquerque.

Little did she know how soon she would get her wish...

There's the 1st chapter.

And the pics of the kids are in the profile.

Isabella's actually Stella and Trevor's just 14-year-old version of Zac (Troy).