Troy Bolton parked his rusty old pick-up truck in the last spot he could find in the parking lot of his new school, East High. He jumped out of it, grabbing his backpack. Looking around, he saw kids leaning against cars, talking to there friends, some walking into the school, and others sitting in the grass, doing homework.
"Just another, regular High School." He told himself.
He remembered the move like it was just yesterday. It pretty much was. The shock came to him so fast, he could barely remember exactly what happened. All he remembered were the basics: his parents wanting to talk to him, them telling him that his mom found a better job with a different company, that there moving from there home to a new one, and him punching a hole in the wall.
He started to walk towards the school, bringing in all that was around him.
"Nice car, loser." A voice shouted from Troy's left. Turning his head, he saw someone with a big, curly afro,(Don't worry, Chad will be good soon!) staring at him in a red and white athlete's jacket. He looked at the rest, and realized they were the jocks, with the cheerleader girlfriends. Well, obviously afro dude had a girlfriend, because there was some girl sitting in his lap.
"Chad, don't be mean. He's new!" the girl sitting in his lap giggled. She had bleach blonde hair, a fake tan, and was to skinny for his liking.
Troy turned away, and looked down at his feet, but kept walking. He knew that was the crowd to stay away from, saying that they bullied him at his old school, too.
He didn't know why, because he thought he looked pretty good himself. Brown hair(like in HSM2), a big, muscular body, and shocking blue eyes that could catch anyone's attention.
Finally reaching the doors of East High, he walked in. Troy had never seen so much red and white in his life. Banners were everywhere, people were dressed in red, and how could he miss the big poster of what he suspected was the basketball team?
He felt someone push into him from behind, and felt himself get shoved up against a locker.
"Didn't I tell you to move?" It was afro dude again.
"I-I didn't hear you." Troy said, looking around as the jocks and cheerleaders laughed.
"Who do you think you are?" Afro dude asked.
"I'm Troy Bolton." Troy said.
"Don't be a smart ass with me."
"S-Sorry."
"You should be." Afro dude said, finally letting go of Troy, and pushing him once again into the locker. "Don't you dare mess with me, got it?" Afro dude asked and Troy shook his head yes. "Good. And one more for luck." He said, once again pushing Troy into the locker, as his friends laughed and walked away.
Rubbing his head, Troy attempted to grab his backpack but it was taken before he had a chance.
"Here." Troy looked up to see an African-American girl holding his backpack out to him.
"Thanks." He said, taking it.
"Just ignore Chad and his stupid team. Their just jealous that all of their brain cells where lost by getting hit in the head with a basketball to many times."
Troy laughed.
"I'm Troy Bolton, new here in this wonderful land of East High." He said, holding out his hand to shake.
"Taylor McKessie, old here in this…wonderful…land of East High." She said, making Troy laugh once again.
"Well, I've got to go, but maybe we can eat lunch together or something?" Taylor asked.
"Wow, that's the first time I've been asked to sit at a table on my first day. I'll take that as a record." He said, looking down at his schedule.
Taylor laughed. "Alright, I'll see you then!" she said, walking off.
Troy looked for room G106, homeroom with Mrs. Darbus. Finding the classroom, he walked in.