Gabriella Marie Montez is the middle child of the three Montez siblings. Her older sister by two years is Galleria Vanessa Montez. And her younger sister by three years is Gracie Hart Montez. Their mother Sarah was killed when Gracie was three. Their father left not long afterwards due to the family's deadly history after fighting for their safety with their grandmother Sally Montez. Sally died a little over a year ago from a heart attack and falling down the stairs of the manor. Since then, Galleria has sacrificed her childhood to raise her two younger siblings as they had no other family to speak of. Galleria is now twenty and works at an auction house. Her company transferred her to Albuquerque, New Mexico and Gabriella is starting her senior year. Gracie is starting her freshman year.
Just before having all the furniture and things transferred to the new house, Gracie found their mother's old ouija board. She was playing around with it and it moved on its own telling her 'ATTIC'. Confused, but curious, she went to the attic and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. As she turned to walk away, the door opened on its own. She walked in and an old chest started to glow and shake violently. She quickly opened it to find a large book. Taking it out, she blew the dust off and read aloud. "The Book Of Shadows." She opened it to the cover page and there was what she thought was a poem, but really was an incantation. She read it aloud as well and now her and her sisters all have powers. They are witches called The Charmed Ones. Galleria has the power of telekinesis, Gabriella has the power to freeze time, and Gracie has the power of premonition.
Gabriella was reading a book and feeling content. Galleria walked in and sighed frustrated. "Gabby, come on." She said taking her book from her.
"Ugg. But I'm almost done." She complained.
"It's New Years Eve. I have a party to get to and so do you. We're on this vacation to have fun. Not so you can read all day. Now come on. I layed out your best clothes."
Gabriella sighed and started to get up. "Can I have my book back?" She asked and Galleria gave it to her. "Thank you." She replied timidly and got up to go change.
Gabriella walked into the hotel room to find the clothes Galleria layed out for her. She grabbed them and Gracie walked out of the bathroom. "Hey, Gabby. Ready for the party?" She asked excitedly.
"I don't even want to go, but Galleria's making me."
"Well, hurry up. I wanna go mingle and see if I can't get a New Years kiss."
Gabriella quickly changed and the two headed down to the freestyle club where the young adult party was.
Around the corner coming into another entrance, was a boy Gabriella's age. His name is Troy Alexander Bolton. He went through the crowd towards the center and greeted people. The next thing he knew, there was a spotlight shining on him and he was forced to go up on the stage. "No, Guys. I can't sing. No! Guys!" He protested as he was handed a microphone. Gabriella was forced up too and was also handed a microphone. Gabriella looked at the hostess scared. "You know," He started to say. "someday you guys might thank me for this." He said then saw their expressions. "Or not." And he walked off.
Music started and Gabriella wrapped her other arm around herself feeling very uncomfortable. Troy started to sing. "Livin' in my own world, didn't understand. That anything can happen. When you take a chance."
He started to walk off until Gabriella took a deep breath and started to sing. "I never believed in, what I couldn't see. I never opened my heart."
"Oh." Troy sounded.
"To all the possibilities. Ooh."
Then they sang together. "I know, that something has changed. Never felt this way. And right here tonight, this could be the START of something new! It feels so right, to be here with you. Oh. And now looking in your eyes, I feel in my heart, the start of something new."
Troy went on by himself and the two started to smile and have fun as they went. At the end of the song, Troy stuck his hand out. "Troy."
"Gabriella." She replied shaking his hand.
The two got off stage and Gracie squealed walking over to them. "That was so AWESOME!"
Gabriella giggled. "Gracie, this is Troy. Troy, this is my younger sister Gracie."
"Nice to meet you, Gracie."
"You too." She replied then turned to her sister. "I'm gonna go mingle some more. Good luck." She said and walked off.
Troy raised an eyebrow. "Good luck with what?"
Gabby giggled again. "She doesn't know. She can be a little crazy sometimes."
"Oh." He said chuckling. They were handed some hot chocolate and they walked outside. "So you sounded really good up there."
"Thanks. It was so much fun."
"I know! That was the coolest thing I ever did."
"You sounded like you've done some singing."
"Oh yeah. I'm sure my showerhead's VERY proud of me." He joked. Gabriella giggled as he chuckled. "What about you? You sounded like you've done a lot of singing."
"Just church choir is all. I once tried a solo and the next thing I know, I'm staring at the ceiling. End of solo career."
"Well, that's pretty hard to believe after hearing you sing tonight."
"10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Came from the crowd.
Fireworks started and Gabriella looked at Troy. "Well, I guess I should go find my sisters and wish them a happy new year."
"Sisters? You have more than one?"
"Just one more. Galleria. She's twenty now. Our mom was killed when Gracie was three and our dad left not long afterwards. Gracie thinks he's dead though. That's what we told her. Our grandmother started to raise us until a little over a year ago. She died of a heart attack and fell down the stairs."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"It's ok. We're used to it. But since then, Galleria sacrificed her entire childhood to raise us herself. Grams couldn't really take care of us because of her heart condition, so Galleria helped her and it's been the hardest on her."
"I understand. I'll call you. I'll call you tomorrow!"
"Yeah!" She replied and they took out their cell phones exchanging numbers.
Troy started to say something, but when he turned around, Gabriella was already gone.