AN: Wrote by me and PrettyKouka. Enjoy!!

CHAPTER ONE: NATRUALLY GIFTED

I looked right ahead. My vision was quite blurry, despite the clearness any other person could feel in that atmosphere.

I could hear my heart pound in my chest, adrenaline racing through my whole body. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This is the moment they all had been waiting for. One of the most important moments in my existence. The thing I was practically born for.

The music started and I rapidly slid on the ice beneath me. The outfit I was wearing blended with my whole body, helping with all the pirouettes and figures I had to complete through the whole process of my presentation.

Flexibility was my gift. My God given gift. I was also given endurance. I was able to work my whole body out for a good five hours without getting majorly tired.

My body, my soul, my heart, my existence were made for this.

I was made for ice skating.

That was the rule. My soul and heart belong to ice skating.

This and that only. No buts. I was made for that. There was no going back. It was this or nothing. And I had to give everything for it, because ice skating does not share:

Not it's time, not it's friends, and of course not a single emotion.

This was my life.

This is what defined me.

This was the Gabriella Montez: The Albuquerque Ice skater Champion in the Senior League.

An angel with a heart that only beat for ice skating.

But that's only the perspective that people get from me.

I describe myself. Me and me alone. And there's one thing I know for sure:

My heart has stopped beating for ice skating for a while now.

And if it wasn't for the discovery of that one new passion, I would have passed out. And everyone would just remember me as the girl from Albuquerque that has won a gazillion trophies and medals, has gone to national and the town's ice skating competition and has knocked all of them down.(literally)

My heart really bet for Basketball. But with all the attachment I have gotten from it in the last eleven years, I can't say that I hate ice skating. Actually I really enjoy the wind in my hair when I go faster on the ice, I enjoy the way my body fits perfectly with all the moves I get to do, I enjoy the speed of it all.

But Basketball was different.

I totally love to feel the bumpy surface of the ball under my hand; I love to hear the little sound it makes when you bounce it in a gym, the little 'champion' sound the ball makes when it gets into the hoops with touching the board. It's just an overwhelming feeling.

And my 'love' for ice skating is just falling apart day by day.

And here I was once more, in one of these town competitions. This one though was really important. If I could win this, I could get a scholarship to a school of Art abroad.

I felt myself smiling as I executed a long jump before touching smoothly against the surface beneath with the tip of my skates. I gestured a moment with my hands before gaining more speed and executing my favorite movement: spinning around in fast circles with my back bent in direction of the floor and my arms in a way that I was able to spin faster.

I was the best in that movement, and my smile widened when I heard the crowd clapping and acclaiming as I finish my performance.

I waved to the clapping crowd and left the arena with a slide.

As I sat at the waiting point for my results with my coach, she exchanged a few words with me. None of them were encouraging or proudness. Every each and every one of them were lexuring me. And She was sick of it, until She got the results. I thought that the perfect score would shut my coach up, but boy was I wrong. Totally. Instead, Florencia told me that it could have been better.

What could be better than that?

It's like, you were telling a perfect straight A-plus student, that he could do better than that.

I smiled weekly at the crowd, waved a few times before heading for my dressing room where I would change my self. But on my way there I was met with a blonde. My totally best friend.

She was so happy and joyful that my tamps could have exploded from the piercing scream she had let out when she embraced me in a hug.

I felt happy. I actually did. One reason: she was here.

She's the only one that knew, the only one that understood. The only one I could trust with my secrets and the only best friend I had since pre-school.

Sharpay Evans. My best friend in the whole wide world practically like sisters as our parents would put it. I don't know what I would do without her. I would probably give up on any of the things I love to do. I would have given up my hobbies. I would have given up everything and my soul would be gone. Gone with all those people that have spent their lives building my own. And I felt miserable, not able to change one aspect of this whole pre-made existence. But the reason I stuck with it, was because of her and only her, not my parents, not my Auntys or Uncles, but for her Sharpay Evans.

On that night, I walked out of the stadium crowded by people, among them Family, my coach and my Bestie, and as I walked out the night that I had owned yet another trophy, I was happy. I really was. And for some reason, some quite strange ones, I couldn't put my finger on the cause of that great happiness. But what an amazing feeling it was…

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