The Secret life of A French Troy Bolton

Chapter 1: A dream To Be French

Troy chomped on a bagette at Frenchies, his french-manicured nails seeping into the bread. This was the only french store in New Mexico and his favourite. It was certain: Troy wanted to go to France to pursue his newfound dream of being a mime. He was destined to be french, no matter what his basketball teamates said. How he discovered this new desire,well here's the story:

Once upon a time around 3:00 pm yesterday, Troy was talking to Gabberz Monty, his girlfriend.

« I don't want to be just the basketball guy, I want to be more than that»

Troy told Gabberz on the rooftop of East High, their secret getaway.

Gabberz looked at him confused» so what do you want to be? A guy from another country?» she asked him- sarcasticly. Only Troy did not know she was kidding. Troy's eyes lit up.

« Yes, I shall! From.. from» he saw a beret near the flowers, picked it up and put it on his head. «France!» Troy said in a terrible was serious and determined.

Gabberz just laughed her head off. »you can't be serious Troy» she said.

» but I am, Gabberz. I could go to France and work as.. a mime!. Yes, a MIME!I can see it now- eating french toast and eclaires!»Troy said with glee. It was all fitting into place, he was no longer just the b-ball guy- he was the miming b-ball guy!

And That's how it happened. How Troy became french ( his version)

Troy smiled with delight when he finished his baguette. Now, it is time to train to be a Mime! But where can I get makeup? He thought. Quickly, he picked up his bedazzled iPhone and dialed a number.

« Zarpay?» Troy asked in his accent

« It sharpay» She said.

« I need zome makeup!» Troy said

« Is that you Troy?» Sharpay asked

« I am no longer Troy, I am... YORT!» Troy told her triumpantly

« Okay, um what kind of makeup...Yort?»

« YORT! »

« Yeah, I know.. what kind of makeup?»

« Male makeup for mimez» Yort said

« Am I being punked? Where's the real Troy?»

« zere's no more Troy, zere's only-»

« YORT! I get it! Where are you? I'll come over»

« Frenchies, my favourite rez-tur-ant!»

« Okay.. um.. of course. Mime makeup coming up»

Who was that? Certainly not Troy. He's the Basketball Guy! Not the loser mime!

Sharpay parked her pink sportscar near Frenchie's,grabbing her pink prada tote and heading into the restaruant to slap the boy who found her cell number and tormented her. But instead of finding some boy, she found Troy, wearing extentions that were styled into a french braid and licking french vanilla ice cream and fixing his beret.

Troy spotted Sharpay and waved at her.» Bonjour Zarpay» he said in the accent.» You have mon male makeup, oui,oui?»

«AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!»