Hello all! I was bitten by the bug of creativity and...I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF! I worked extensively on this-and here it is. The birth of an Indian Summer.

=] I love Sharpay in this story-I really wanted to make this fun and lighthearted at its core. There will be drama to drive the plot forward, but it'll still be light hearted and sunny. Like summer itself. I don't know how long this'll be; so I'll play it by ear. And I think I'll write for this and I'll Point You to the Mirror. Whichever speaks more...yeah. I'm just so excited I'm rambling. Anyway!

I sort of stole sullenxgirl's idea. u_u Sorry, but I really like posting what inspired me to write the chapters of my stories, so if you're interested-there's a soundtrack list on my profile.

But yes! Here's the first chapter.

Ch. 1: One Sky, One Destiny

I've been waiting for the best opportunity possible; something that can take me away from the unpredictability of Albuquerque in November, and just leave me loving simplicity.

I'm waiting for an Indian summer.

Indian Summer: an informal expression given to a period of sunny, warm weather; according to Wikipedia.

I've been waiting for one for years; none have come yet, so it got me thinking that maybe I can make myself have one. Confused? Let me clarify then.

I have created a list of everything I want to accomplish; I made it after viewing A Walk to Remember (duh). Viewing/being in an Indian summer is number sixty-one.

I have odd quirks; you could say I'm a nerd. I have the cool rectangular glasses though. So, people don't look at me like a complete loser. To my standards though, I'm pretty rockin'.

I'm a complete drama nerd, and extremely shy. I haven't had my hair down since I was seven, and I have this weird distaste of touching eyes. So obviously, contacts are out of the question. Thrift stores are the best places to buy clothes. No questions asked.

Don't give me that weird look! I'm serious. One man's trash, you know. My best friend Kelsi always goes thrifting with me.

Kelsi is like the sister to my soul. While I'm timid; she's outspoken. I'm shy; she's bursting with vivacity. I break my glasses; she always has tape.

I'm not afraid of embracing clichés; I actually love them more than riding a giraffe in winter.

I know, I'm bursting with cleverness/wit.

Hold your applause.

But really "Indian Summer or Bust!" I'm hoping something will hit me soon. I know it will; I hope.

..:….:..

"Sharpie!"

I looked up from locker rummaging, "What color am I today?"

"Lava."

"Ooo! Lava!" I jiggled like I was a flowing, booty burning natural disaster.

"Yes." Kelsi sighed, leaning against the lockers near mine, "Three more days."

"Just three?"

"Yes! Then we have our week long Thanksgiving break..."

"Principal Sorrino was really nice for doing that in the past years. Do you ever wonder why?"

"So he can have a long, relaxing week for a change." Kelsi smiled, "Anyways, what are your plans?"

"I'm still holding out for number sixty-one." I smiled longingly.

"Ah yes. Number sixty-one." She mimicked my stance, and smile. Her eyes followed mine's path.

"So you think it's in the upper science labs?"

I thwacked her arm, "No!" I sighed, going back to my locker rummaging.

"Oh look everyone! It's Ms. Social Inadequate and Lesbian Bulldyke."

I turned looking to Gabriella Montez, and her drones. She smiled, and cocked her head in a challenging manor.

"What happened to Ms. Awkward?"

She scoffed, "You're that too."

"Okay." I shrugged, and continued locker rummaging.

"Come on Sharpie, let us do lesbian/bulldyke things." Kelsi rolled her eyes, "Your nicknames are getting some real good wear and tear."

"Okay. How about Cuts Her Wrists for Attention?"

"Are you asking for a black eye?"

"Are you offering?" They did this weird stand-off.

I walked over to Gabriella, and pushed her shoulder hard enough so that she jumped back a bit. Kelsi and I linked arms, and walked down the hallway.

"That's right Poodle! Stick up for your girlfriend!"

"That's what friends do!" I called back.

..:….:..

"Does it bug you that she never gets your dog right?"

I shrugged. Kesli and I always wounded on my roof top after stressful days. Right out my window, there was a flat recess of tiles big enough for three bodies to sit or lay.

"Just keeps proving to me why I don't like rich boobs."

"...So you are a lesbo?"

I thwacked her again, laughing, "Not that kind of boob."

She just smiled, "I know. So..."

"Oh!" I continued on with what I was saying, "She just keeps proving her stupidity to me. Every day she thinks she's hurting me..."

"Ah yes." Kelsi nodded, "Your infallible weapon: Knowledge."

I nodded, "Yup."

"Hey Shar? Kels?"

I looked back through my window, seeing my twin Ryan at the doorway.

"Dinner's ready."

"Okay." I smiled, "Joining?"

"I hear your Dad's cooking! Durr."

..:….:..

I sighed, tapping my pencil against my desk top. Mr. Neel, my history teacher, always gives us tests on the day before breaks.

French Revolution...Marie Antoinette...

Cake...

I clenched my ears as the bell rang; worse than Ryan's alarm clock going off. And that's hard to top.

"Ms. Evans?" I realized that everyone else had left. I felt my face heat as I turned in my test, and quickly left to the halls. I headed for my locker.

I opened it, and began my usual rummaging. Then I heard a tick tap on the floor, and bent down to see what hit the ground.

"Bus tickets...?" The object was an opened envelope. There were two bus tickets, and a note:

Bus leaves at ten thirty tomorrow,
Pick a friend and take a ride.

"Oh my God..." I shoved it all back into the envelope, tucked that safely into my pocket, and basically sprinted to catch my bus.

..:….:..

"You're here, yay!" I hugged Kels, and the two of us walked to the kitchen.

"What was the urgency?" She asked while sitting on a stool by the breakfast bar. I placed the envelope on the bar counter, and slid it to her.

She took it, opened it, and read the note.

"You can't be serious?"

"Oh come on! We always have adventures in the summer! It'll be like a pre-show. We leave tomorrow, and get back on the twenty-second."

She sighed, "The whole break...? And the ticket just says from Albuquerque to Kansas and back. No town name."

"Then." I shrugged and smiled, "We are going to Kansas."

"We're going to Kansas." She nodded, smiling with me.

This is Indian Summer
The official debut

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