Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical, nor any of its actors.

He sat in study hall, waiting for the bell to ring. Right as it did, Troy jumped from his seat and ran out the doors of the library.

"Slow down, Troy!" Mrs. Fitzpatrick yelled as he ran past her.

"Sorry!" He yelled. Troy ran to Gabriella's locker. He stopped for a second to catch his breath, then walked towards her. At least he thought it was her.

"Um, where's Gabriella?" He asked the woman cleaning out the locker. The lady turned towards him, "Mrs. Montez?"
"Hi, Troy! How have you been?" She asked, trying to change the subject.

"I'm good, but where's Gabriella?" Troy asked. He looked over Mrs. Montez's shoulder revealing an empty locker. He started to worry.

"She's at home." Gabriella's mother said. Troy stood in shock as Mrs. Montez put the last folder into the bag.

"You guys aren't moving are you? Please tell your not moving!" Troy evclaimed. Mrs. Montez shut the locker door and became quite.

"I'm sorry, Troy. But my.." Troy interrupted her.

"She said that she wouldn't have to move! She told me that your business wouldn't make you guys transfer."

"My business really needs me to go to Chicago." She said.

"Chicago?" Troy started to walk away.

"Wait! We are not leaving until tomarrow morning. If you want, you can stop by if you want." Mrs. Montez picked up the bag and walked away.

Troy looked at the clock above him, "Crap! I'm so going to be late!" He ran to his locker, then to his homeroom. He entered the room right was the bell rang.

"How nice of you to join us, Mr. Bolton." Ms. Darbus said as she walked to the front of the class.

Chad leaned over to Troy, "Dude! That was a close one. Where were you?"

Troy looked at him and muttered, "Gabriella is moving."

"So first you're late to class, now you're talking while I am. What's so important?" Darbus asked. Troy slid down into his chair.

"Mr. Bolton?"

"Gabriella is moving. She leaves tomarrow."