White Houses
Sharpay Evans and I are sisters. Twins, but we don't look the same. It's funny, because I'm a fully brunette and she's a blond. But whatever, back to the story.
I, Gabriella M o n t e z, play the piano. My lightheaded sister dances. I'm most likely always the one to play, and sing for her…Yes, I sing, nothing special.
Today is the day of Special Gal's dance recital. Guess what I have to do? Play the piano and sing? You got it! Ugh, I'm sounding like Dora the Explorer.
"Gabriella, did you get Shar's bag?" My mom asked as I walked to the car.
I held up the black bag with the dazzling pink stones. "Yes, Ma."
"Great, now get inside the van!" She said leaning in the van.
"Gabi, um, do you remember the songs?" Sharpay asked walking up to me.
"Yes, master," I said curtsying for her.
She laughed, "Okay, what's the order? I forgot myself."
"Alright," I chuckled while looking into my one handle bag that was over my shoulder. I finally found a sheet of paper with songs numbered in an order.
"Thanks," she said, grabbing the paper from my hand. She frowned, cocking an eyebrow.
"What?" I asked confused.
"I can't read a word on here."
"What?" My voice went a little higher, more confused.
"I mean, how am I supposed to know what the songs' order is?"
I sighed, snatching the paper from her. "Whatev, everything must be perfect."
I sat in the very back of the van and began to rewrite everything. I made it very clear for her:
O n e . V a n e s s a C a l r t o n – W hi t e H o u s e s
And it went like that over and over, each letter spaced.
"Here you go, Shar," I said handing her the neat paper.
"Thanks."
I wasn't wearing much. Just a white spaghetti shirt, a yellow tank top over that, then a turquoise tank top over that. And khakis. Back to story, sorry.
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I sat at the piano, turned the pages to page twenty-two, and began to play, White Houses. Finally, I got to choose a song for the very first time! The song started with one note repeated over and over. The vocals began with a high-pitch voice, "Crashed on the floor when I moved in. This little bunk alone with some strange new friends. Stay up too late, and I'm too thin. We promise each other it's till the end. Now we're spinning empty bottles. It's the five of us. With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust. I can't resist the day. No, I can't resist the day."
"GABRIELLA!" I heard someone shout.
"What? Huh?"
"You are practically stealing my recital! This is my, and only, my, show!" Sharpay snapped. I looked around. Everyone had grins on their faces. Was that my fault?
"I apologize, Sharpay, now go do your wonderful dances!" She did, and I went back to singing.
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"UUGGHH!" Sharpay let out an exaggerated sigh.
I sighed, too, "Shar, I said sorry, I'm you're music box, so I did that part, I don't see what's wrong with that! I sang, I played, what's wrong? I did exactly everything I was told!"
"Yeah, but a little too go-terrible! A little too terrible! So the crowd was staring at you, because of your terrible piano-ing and singing! And I did horrible because you weren't on beat! And no one was looking at me! Because of you!"
Tears started forming in my eyes.
"Yeah, you're gonna start crying to Mama because you can't stand the truth being told to you!" She teased.
They came pouring down my face.
"Still acting like a cry baby at the age of late sixteen!"
Water falls streaming down….
"You are terrible at everything! You shouldn't have even been born! Commit suicide, you're not wanted here."
I stood, "if I'm not wanted here, why don't you just kill me? Huh? Why not? Because you are a wimp. Talk is cheap. You say you will, but you never do. Talk is cheap."
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AN : Gabriella and Sharpay are twins. Sharpay is an actor and singer, while Gabriella plays the piano and sings. The trailer will be in my profile soon. So, that was the first chapter. Anonymous reviews are welcome so review! I hope you get it. It's based on White Houses by Vanessa Carlton. It will get more into the other parts of the song, too.
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