Full summary: Eleven years ago 3 children were kidnapped. Two are famous singers. One has cancer. Will they ever make it to a normal life? Read to find out..

The Kidnapping Of Alex Montez, Dylan and Justin Bolton:

Chapter 1: How It Happened…

Life was good for the lives of seven year olds Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez. They had awesome friends, loving parents, and siblings that were definitely annoying at times, but hey, can't live with them, can't live without them, right? Troy had 5-year-old twin brothers, Dylan and Justin, who seemed to never get along with Troy. Gabriella only had one sister, only a month or two younger than the Bolton Twins, and her name was Alex. When together, all three of the younger siblings could cause a mess of trouble, but their older siblings loved them.. well, as much as any older brother or sister would. So, yeah, definitely, life was good. Until one day in Central Park, their siblings went missing.

It started out like any other day of the summer. The date was May 23, 1998. School let out early this day, which left all children excited for summer.

"Gabriella!"

Gabriella turned around at her name. She knew that voice anywhere. It was, of course, her best friend Troy. They had lived next door to each other for their entire lives. Gabriella smiled as her best friend caught up with her on the steps.

"Hey Troy! You happy that school let out early?" Gabriella asked happily.

Troy smiled one of his famous front-tooth-less grins and said, "Duh, Gabs! Summer is awesome. No more Ms. Samuels."

Gabriella laughed whole-heartedly at Troy's expression when he said that dreadful math teacher's name.

"Oh, come on Troy. She isn't that bad."

Troy rolled his eyes and playfully pushed her as they made their way to the playground.

"You're only sayin' that 'cause you're her star pupil."

"Wow, big word coming from a boy with a small brain." Gabriella teased.

Troy glared at her and said, "I'll give you a five second head start."

Gabriella's eyes widened as Troy started counting, "1..2.."

She immediately took off running, closely followed by a grinning Troy. They played tag for what seemed like hours, until finally they sat down on the swings, exhausted.

"Troy, what time is it?"

"Umm.. almost four-thirty, why?"

Gabriella shot him a look, "Our mom's get off work at like 1, Troy. School ends at 2:30."

Troy rolled his eyes, as if to say 'so?'.

Gabriella continued, "Haven't you noticed that we're the only kids left out here with Coach Carter? Everyone else has gone home."

As Troy looked around the playground, he realized she was right. Their mom's usually were on time when picking their oldest children up from school.

"Don't freak, Gabs. I'm sure they're on their way." Troy said, although not sounding confident, even to himself.

A few minutes later, their father's came rushing outside looking for their children. Gabriella nudged Troy and pointed to their father's. Their father's only came when something bad happened.

"Dad? What's going on?" Troy asked as his father pulled him off the swing and into his arms.

"We'll explain in the car, okay?" Troy's father, Jack, stated, more than asked.

Gabriella's father quickly pulled her into his arms and then rushed up the stairs and outside of the school. Gabriella looked at Troy, scared. Troy gave her a small smile. They all got into the car and buckled up.

"Dad," Gabriella's voice whimpered from the backseat, "did something happen to momma?"

Her father, Alan, looked back at her from the front seat of Jack's car.

"No, sweetie, your mother is fine. It's about Alex and the boys.." Alan said carefully.

Gabriella shot Troy a confused look, as did he to her.

"What do you mean?" Troy asked.

After a few seconds of silence, Jack pulled into a parking space. The young children looked out their windows, both thinking the same thing.

"Why're we at the park, daddy?" Gabriella asked.

Alan tuned to the children and said, "your mom and Troy's mom both took the kids to the park today and.."

Alan paused.

"They went missing." Jack continued for Alan.

"Missing? What do you mean by that, Dad? Kidnapped?" Troy said angrily.

"We don't know that for sure, Troy. Come on, your mothers are waiting and talking to the police." Jack responded as he opened the driver door.

A few minutes and hugs from their mother's later, the families sat down on a park bench to talk about the situation.

"I was just getting her a toy she wanted from the bag, then I turned around and she was gone!" Maria, Gabriella's mother, cried.

Alan hugged her tightly, while Gabriella chewed on her bottom lip (something she did, and still does, when she's highly upset).

Gabriella and Troy didn't know what to think. It's been about 11 years since they were first told their siblings were kidnapped. This is the story of Alex, Dylan, and Justin over a decade after their abrupt kidnapping.

Where are they now?

Alex—

I'm almost 16 years old; I'm so excited to get to drive. Alone. My parents I mean, seriously, talk about over protective. They barely let me drive as it is, which aggravates me to no end. Well, I kind of understand. I mean, I am a fifteen-year-old popstar sensation living in New York City. Oh! I also have a awesome boyfriend. I've known him since forever and I love him to pieces.

Dylan—

Sup, I'm Dylan. I'm sixteen, which annoys my girlfriend Alex to no end, because she has yet to turn sixteen. I love annoying her, but also, I love her. She's basically the only family I have here in New York. When I was about ten, my parents abandoned me, leaving me with my Aunt Lucille (numbero uno cat fanatic). Have I mentioned that I'm a famous singer?

Justin—

I'm Justin; I'm sixteen years old. I don't really talk much, probably cause of all the .. um.. never mind. I live in New York. Oh. I have cancer.