Hello readers. This is my second story but my first attempt at High School Musical fanfiction. I'm fairly new to all this writing so please be nice in reviewing. Also I love constructive critisims, please give me your honest opinion.

WARNING: NonCon and Abuse. Rating will go later.

At this moment my life could not get any worse. As I sit in period two history class I dare not to look up. The history teacher, Mr. Lazzara, is not one of my favorite teachers. Not even one of my favorite human beings. I despise this man with everything in me. Yet, I still have to come to his class pretending nothings wrong, but there is something very wrong. I try to avoid his eyes but even at the back of the class I feel his gaze on me. I look out the window and he notices that I have shifted positions.

"Am I boring you Mr. Evans?" He says in a mocking tone.

I am dumbfounded. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I try to form a sentence but I keep stuttering. He always has this effect on me.

"I … Um … No sir."

"Good, because I would hate to keep you after class." Mr. Lazzara grins.

I look down in embarrassment and hold my urge to gag. I secretly pray that the statement does not come true. No one seemed to notice the exchange of words between Mr. Lazzara and I. Did they not see his malicious smile or his evil grin? Did they not notice the way he always picks on me and never anyone else. No one does, not even my twin sister. She sits in the seat in front of me oblivious.

In reality nobody notices me. I'm just Sharpay's twin brother who always wears designer clothes and matching hats. At home I'm even more invisible, except when Dad drinks. Then I'm more of a punching bag. Sharpay and Mom have no clue and I plan to keep it that way. It isn't that bad really he just lets his anger out once in a while. Usually he only punches me on my body, never anywhere near my face. For that I am thankful, but to be safe I always wear long sleeves shirts so any bruises are covered up.

At school and at home I wear a mask, but when I'm alone my world seems to fall apart. I don't cut myself and I never will. I know the consequences for doing that. Although, somehow I wish I could switch lives with someone else.

I look around the room and I see Troy Bolton sitting a little ahead to my left. I would die to switch places with him. He's an amazing athlete and he's the most popular guy at school. All the girls at school swoon over him. I've never really talked to the guy, what I know about him is what Sharpay tells me. She's obsessed with him.

The bell rings, it's finally lunch. My stomach growls loudly. I never realized how hungry I was until now. I try to rush out of class but Mr. Lazzara stops me.

"Mr. Evans I would like to see you after school, 3 o'clock sharp."

I gulp and give him a small nod. It's going to be a long day.