Hey its AlleyCat! Im going to update This is the Life tomorrow! I saw Letters to Juliet and this idea popped into my head. It is loosely (and I mean loosely!) based on that concept.

I don't own Letters to Juliet or HSM.

This is just a short prologue. Let me know what you think!

Gabriella Montez knew a lot of things.

She knew the Greek alphabet. She knew two languages, French and Spanish. She knew translation Latin. She knew the prime numbers up to 100 by heart. She knew the answers to the history test on Monday. Regardless of this, she knew that she would spend her Friday night at the library studying.

She knew her mother getting transferred to Albuquerque would not change anything. She knew her mother's promise to stay until she graduated would not change anything either. She knew she would stay as invisible as she did at the other schools. She knew she would hang out with the intellectuals or geniuses or losers, whichever term you prefer. In high school, Gabriella knew those words were synonymous. She knew this would happen.

She was right, even if she did not want to be.

She knew her way around the library. So that Friday night while there was probably underage drinking and mistakes being made, Gabriella walked around the fiction section in her county library. Her thin fingers ghosted the shelves of books. She knew where the intended book would be but she kept her meandering pace. The library was her home away from home and she was allowed to relax.

"He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home," Gabriella muttered under her breath as she continued her path. She knew that Johann Wolfgang von Goethe said that. She knew he was a German writer and that he died in 1832.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she was near the book. She bent down to the bottom shelf and her eyes scanned the numerous novels. Her frail tan hand grasped the book and slowly wrenched it out of its position. The spine said Wuthering Heights.

She hugged the book to her chest as she sped walked back to her table. Once there, she wasted no time in opening the book. She had read this book before. She knew Catherine and Heathcliff. She knew how it began and more importantly how it ended. This copy was different however because when Gabriella let the book fall open, it did so with an envelope in it.

Troy Bolton

The writing was feminine, Gabriella deduced immediately. It had an address for this Troy Bolton but no return address. Feeling more intrigued than guilty; she opened the envelope and grasped the letter.

My dearest Troy Bolton,

You may not remember me. I am sure I was such an insignificant part of your life. You, unfortunately, have become the bright part of mine.

Gabriella stopped reading, her soft brown eyes filling with tears. She could not bring herself to read anymore. It was an invasion of privacy and it was wrong that she even opened it. The part that she read made it obvious what it was.

It was a love letter for this Troy Bolton. A letter of unrequited love for a man, or boy maybe, she knew not of. The letter was written by a girl who felt insignificant in comparison to him. She seemed shy and unsure.

Two characteristics Gabriella knew all too well.

If Gabriella allowed herself to acknowledge the opposite sex, she knew this letter was something she would do. She knew she would sit on the sidelines and pine for a male who would not even know she existed. She knew this would be her and she had to help a kindred spirit.

The letter in the book was obvious to Gabriella this mysterious admirer never admitted her feelings.

Gabriella slammed the book shut, grabbed her things, and headed to the checkout counter. It was too late now to go see this Troy Bolton now. Tomorrow morning, Gabriella would drive to 5647 Comfort Lane. If Troy Bolton still lived there (she had no idea how old the letter was), she would give him the letter.

It was the first time Gabriella was unsure of so many things.

Please review! Chapters will get longer and I will update later this week!