AN: I do not own High School Musical 1, 2, or 3; not even in DVD form. That right belongs to Disney, one of the awesome-est companies ever.
I love my sister; she's not the nicest person, but we're blood and that matters more than her personality. Just because I love her, it doesn't mean that I overlook her personality. No way could I overlook it. To put it plainly, Sharpay is a brat. I get that, but she is my sister.
That being said, it doesn't mean that she has the right to push me around. Personally I think it's amazing that I still hang out with her. I mean imagine Sharpay as a little kid: whiny and bratty with an extreme temper tantrum. She's been getting her way any way she could since day 1. If that meant she had to run over me and my feelings, she did so without a second thought.
I mean, look at the summer before our senior year. Sharpay got Troy Bolton hired at our parent's country club just so she could perform with him. Sure her plan backfired and all the Wildcats got jobs, but she did get what she wanted. But it didn't stop there, oh no, she still had to make everything her version of "fabulous". So she took my duet with her and turned it into a duet between her and Troy. And he agreed, which left me and all the Wildcats with no one to lead. Sharpay's version of "fabulous" was only fabulous for her. As always, she left a trail of broken people in her wake.
What Sharpay didn't count on was those broken people fighting back, led by yours truly. So when her plans fell to pieces, she turned back to me, her last resort. But I wasn't going to be her second choice. That doesn't mean I didn't feel bad for her, but it was what she deserved for treating people like game pieces. Still, I have to admit that it was awfully selfless of her to give me the Star Dazzle Award. Afterwards I thought that maybe she had learned her lesson. She didn't of course, but we were all done with being controlled by Sharpay. No one likes a bratty master.