A/N: Okay listen, this is my first attempt to write a High School Musical Story, or any multi-chaptered story

A/N: Okay listen, this is my first attempt to write a High School Musical Story, or any multi-chaptered story. So please don't be too hard on me. I'm sorry if I offend anyone with this story and let me just tell you right now that I love Ashley Tisdale and Zac Efron both! THIS STORY IS BASED ON NINETEEN MINUTES BY JODI PICOULT!

Vanessa Hudgens walked down the street after school was over. Today was the day! The day of her audition for the new movie had finally arrived, and she was more excited that she could explain. She felt as if the entire street was watching her as she walked. She just had to get to the bus stop and it would take her to the right area in the city. She felt a cool breeze lift up the back of her blue jacket, and smiled. It was such a light blue color, it would stain easily. She had a shirt just like it when she was five. It had been her favorite, but had been ruined when her neighbor, Tanya, had spilled grape juice on her at snack time and stained it. She stopped to take off the jacket and put it in her bag, glancing up to make sure the bus wasn't coming. She would hate to miss it. She started to take the jacket off her arms and never fully took it off.

Ashley Tisdale hid in the bushes of the road, clutching the gun tight in her hand. She watched as Vanessa stopped, leaning her bag against a bench to steady it as she tried to slip her jacket off. It wouldn't go smoothly, it was jerking and Vanessa was struggling with it. One shot and it was done. She glanced at the bus stop; the bus would be here within the next thirty seconds. She held her breath. And fired. It happened instantly, Vanessa was on the floor. Dead. She hadn't even had time to scream. But she heard screams now.

"OH MY GOD!" A woman was screaming, "WHAT HAPPENED?"

There were people panicking they didn't know where to go, people swarmed toward the shop windows and hesitated, afraid someone might be inside. Ashley slid the gun into her pocket, and ran in the other direction. The job was done.