It was the first day back at school. Everyone had gotten their new schedules, exchanging the usual "hey" and "what's ups?" with their friends. They all had some sort of story that went on with them for the past summer. Someone slept with this person, or someone got arrested. Someone went to sleepaway camp and someone went to Hawaii.
The principal continued to watch the students with a strong interest in character. In his mind, he eyed out a few students that he was to put into a special class. These students were to get schedule changes and start up the new class immediately.
He called it "Recapture the Vision". In this class, the students would be able to work out the kinks in their lives and befriend new people. They would learn to break out of their shells.
The principal had already noted names:
Gabriella Montez, a shy yet brilliant student. She didn't have many friends for she was completely immersed in her studies. She lacked the proper skills to put herself out there, which labeled her as an outcast. This didn't seem to bother her, but everyone knew it would hurt her in the future.
Sharpay Evans was next on his list. She was the one who was a total drama major. Even though she was a popular and social person, she did not have the stamina to live up with her past. She lacked the proper skills to move on from the tragic death of her father.
As the principal continued to mark people's names down into his head, he noticed the basketball team walk down the hallway. Chad Danforth, a not-so-clever player was the star of the team. He was a total player with the girls at his school and toyed with hearts and emotions. He lacked love and compassion from his mother and father, who constantly put him down as a young child before he was sent to live with his aunt.
"Principal Walker, may I have a word with you for a moment, please?" Taylor McKessie bounced up to him. Her ebony curls twittered and tattered around. Her fake smile and her fake happiness had bothered him from day one. She never would have had to fake her happiness had her father not beat her up while growing up.
"Yes, Taylor, what may I help you with?"
"I heard about this new class that you're starting up, and I just want to tell you that I think it's a spectacular idea, really and truly. It's immaculate." Her tone was a little shaky, but he knew that she was having her own problems at home.
"Why thank you, Taylor, that was very kind of you to say," he said before turning his eyes towards the school's culinary genius.
Zeke Baylor. He practically lived in the school's culinary kitchen for the students. He made the most delicious pastries you could possibly imagine, but he always tried to make himself seem as perfect as his older brother, Sean. His parents constantly asked him why he couldn't be more like his brother.
"Uh, Principal Walker, the bell has rung," Taylor said, breaking his concentration. "I'll see you later and we can discuss what the student committee is going to do about the standardized testing."
The principal merely nodded. As Taylor walked away and into her homeroom, the principal walked the empty hallways. A clicking sound was heard a few feet away and standing next to the lockers was none other that Troy Bolton.
Troy Bolton had been a mystery to everyone. He was legendary bad-boy Bolton. He was never questioned nor talked to. The real outsider, to whom everyone knows but stays away from, he is the guy you go to if you want some drugs or something. He always has them on him, but if you didn't want to be killed in your sleep, you didn't turn him in. He never spoke a word and practically skipped every class he was in.
"Bolton, class, now," the principal said firmly. Troy gave him the finger and walked into his class, but not before he turned around and told him in his deep, husky voice, "Go to hell."
The principal scoffed and walked back to his office, looking down at the records of the six names of the people he had pointed out. He wrote in their names and ID numbers and sent the paper off to the scheduling department.
Starting tomorrow.