HELLO FANFICTERS (or perhaps, 'Fanfiction-ers'? idk)! it's been forever since the last time I've logged on on to this site, let alone written anything. But now, I'm back and better than ever (sort of ;])! I'm so happy to be writing again, because my muse had been gone for so long!

Oh & by the way, I should probably clear this up now because I know that I had told some people that I would be writing a sequel to my story Situations, I just want to let you know that this is NOT it. This is something totally new. I may go back to that later, but not right now. I'm going to concentrate on this story first, because this is where my muse currently is. :]

And now for that good ol' disclaimer; I do not own High School Musical or any of it's characters. :}

I stared motionlessly at my empty living room. No more furniture, no more pictures on the wall. Just a vast, open room of nothingness. Even the walls that had once been colored with a lively teal color had been painted over with a bland, unappealing white.

Everything I own has been packed tightly into the moving truck that currently sits in the driveway. As I thought of this, I couldn't help but imagine how convenient it would be if the truck was big enough to fit the entire house into. Well, not just the house; also my school, my friends, the beach… Actually, why stop there? Why can't we just shove the entire state of California into the truck? That way I wouldn't have to miss any of it, when I get to Albuquerque.

If only my best friend Taylor were to come with me, I'd be perfectly fine. I would fully try to stow her away in the truck if I could. Unfortunately, my mother won't even let me attempt something at that. Besides, Taylor would never leave Los Angeles. She likes it here. As do I! But that didn't stop anyone from ignoring all my pleas to stay here, now did it?

Ugh, this is all so completely ridiculous. Why am I moving to Albuquerque, anyway? I know that it's where my parents met and fell in love and all that, but why does that mean we have to move there? I mean, I'm sixteen, for crying out aloud! Don't I deserve to be able to give some input on whether or not we move? Jeez.

"Sharpay!" My mother called, bringing me back to reality. I was still sitting in the middle of the empty living room and she was standing at the doorway to the front porch, looking over at me.

"What?" I asked, bewilderedly.

She crossed her arms and raised any eyebrow. "Sharpay, you do know what today is, don't you?" I shrugged. What day was it? Tuesday? No, wait. It's Groundhog's Day, isn't it? Before I could even open my mouth to make a guess, my mother continued, "It's Moving Day. As in, we are moving. Today. Now would you please, come out to the car so we can leave?"

Um, how about 'no'? Just leave without me, mom. Go ahead. I won't mind, I promise. I'll just move in with the McKessie's, really. I'm sure they won't mind. Honestly, Taylor's parents love me! (Sometimes.)

I, of course, didn't say any of that out loud, though. I just stared at her, quietly, until she turned away and walked back out the front door. When she got outside I heard her talking to Dad, assuring him that I was on my way out. And at that moment, I felt suddenly compelled to scream. So I did.

And it a little more than just a scream, it was like a high-pitched shriek. One of those screams that could surely shatter your eardrums if you were standing too close. And it was pretty loud too, so I wouldn't be shocked if the whole neighborhood had heard it. Luckily, everyone on this block was used to my sporadic temper tantrums, so they've learned to just ignore them and move on. Something I doubted that the citizens of Albuquerque would be able understand.

I finally started to saunter out of the house, towards the car. Both of parents were already sitting in the front seats of the car; Dad in the driver's seat, Mom in the passenger's. I saw their faces well up with relief and excitement as I reached the car. When I drew the car door open and climbed in, my mom immediately turned around and said, "Sharpay, this will be fun. It's like an adventure. You've lived in only one place for your whole life, moving somewhere else sounds exciting, don't you think?"

"Oh yes, mother. I'm completely thrilled. Why didn't we do this sooner?" I responded, dryly. I don't think it will ever be possible for me to more sarcastic than I was being right in that moment. "Now, let's get this over with. I'll be asleep if anyone needs me."

With that, I leaned my head against the car window and peacefully closed my eyes.

Yay, one chapter down! :D Now, I have no choice but to continue. haha, this chapter is incredibly short. I'll try to update as soon as possible. I haven't even started writing the next chapter yet, though. So bare with me.

Also, reviews wouldn't hurt. In fact, they'd be greatly appreciated. :D