I probably shouldn't be starting a new story, considering I already haven't updated Don't Forget To Breathe in five months (oops!). But I've been really itching to start this one. And I'm really excited about it. So yeah, enjoy. :)


Dear Diary,

Lately everything feels strange to me, as if I don't belong here. I just feel so out of place. And the worst thing is that I know the place that I belong to, but I just don't think I can go there anymore.

Ryan left yesterday. He's moving uptown, and transferring to some preppy boarding school called Callcry Academy. I could've gone with him, but when the time came, near the end of spring, to choose whether I wanted transfer or stay here, I chose here. I've been regretting that decision more and more each day.

I skipped out on Orientation on Friday. I've been skipping out on everything. I've been doing everything I possibly can to avoid seeing Gabriella. And unfortunately, that meant spending pretty much the entire summer hauled up in my room.

I guess I've got to see her today, though. And honestly, I'm scared.

Sharpay stopped writing. She stared at the last line she wrote and frowned. With a fluid motion, she closed her diary and toss it on the floor. She closed her eyes in frustration, and laid back on her bed.

This was all so ridiculous.

Since when had she been scared of anything? She was Sharpay Evans, one of the most popular students at East High, the fashion trendsetter, the high school senior, one of those girls who every guy wanted and every girl wanted to be.

Or at least, she thought she was that girl. She wasn't even sure anymore.

She stood up and angrily walked over to her closet, and scavenged for something to wear. She found the morning ritual of getting dressed to be soothing, and she knew it would calm her down. She finally chose a short white dress with braided straps and brown ankle boots.

Sharpay walked over to her cherrywood dresser and glanced up at her elaborate Victorian mirror. She was immediately struck by the sheer oddness of seeing her mirror-self. The mirror showed a cool, confident Sharpay that didn't look nearly as worn out as real Sharpay felt. On the inside she was a mess, but the girl in the mirror—she was fine. You could tell in the way she stared out at the world so confidently, with a secret smile on her face.

Today is gonna be fine, she thought. Her earlier fears melted away, forgotten.


Sorry, this is so short. It's just a little introduction. If you want me to continue, you should review. ;)