I do not own HSM, if I did I wouldn't be writing this.
Chapter One.
"I cannot believe you're dragging me out to a country club, mom," Gabriella Montez groaned from the backseat of her mother's car.
"My social life is gone." Gabriella sunk lower in her seat.
"C'mon Gabriella, I'm doing this for us. I need time for my job, and spending the summer here will give me time to make everything perfect for us." Ms. Montez replied.
"Okay…" Gabriella mumbled.
"We're here!" Her mother said, as she pointed at a sign that read BOLTON-EVANS COUNTRY CLUB.
Gabriella looked out her window, she had to admit, the place was amazing. Even from far away, she saw a grassy golf course, a shining pool, and white cabin after cabin. "Wow…"
"It's great, right?" Ms. Montez smiled, as she parked the car.
"Mom, how did you afford this? It's amazing."
"That's not important, Gabriella." She opened her car door.
Gabriella shrugged, and opened her door and took out two brown suitcases filled with all her essentials.
"You must Gabriella Montez," A short, middle aged man said Gabriella and her mother walked into the main office.
"That's me." Gabriella replied.
"Well, I've heard great things about you. My name is Mr. Fulton; you will join the staff of other teens, and will make $10 an hour."
"Sounds good," Gabriella grinned. Maybe this country club, wasn't as bad as she thought. "Goodbye Mom." She wrapped her arms around her mother.
"I'll miss you, sweetie." Ms. Montez kissed Gabriella's head. "Call me everyday."
"Miss Montez, to your room." Mr. Fulton said, as he directed Gabriella toward one of the shiny white cabins.
Across the club, was Troy Bolton playing a round of golf with his father, Roger Bolton, and Sharpay Evans.
"Impeccable!" Troy's father shouted, as Troy hit a perfect hole in one.
Troy smiled, as he high fived his father. He glanced over at Sharpay.
Troy knew Sharpay Evans since they were in diapers. They grew up together in the lavish lifestyle of their shared country club.
"You're my hero, Troykins." She said, as she took a golf club from the bag.
"And you're mine." Troy replied. He took a step backwards, to stand with his father.
"You and Sharpay should get back together." He whispered in his son's ear.
"Dad…" Troy hated when his father talked about his love life.
"I know, just saying. I mean, you guys are perfect for each other."
Just as Mr. Bolton uttered the last four words, Troy saw a small dark haired girl across the course, lugging around two suitcases. "Who's that?" He asked.
"Who?" Mr. Bolton asked.
"Yes! Perfect Hole in one!" Sharpay screamed, as she ran up to the Boltons with a huge smile on her face.
There was something about that girl, he couldn't look away. She was gorgeous, even from far away.