A/N Hey, I haven't done a fanfic in a while, but I thought that I would make one up during Christmas break.
So, about this story...I know it's a little bit weird, but hopefully you'll find it unique. This story is set in a different place than the High School Musicals, and it really is an overall different setting. I apologize to those who do not like that, but I still encourage you to check it out.
This story takes place in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Everybody there basically has a family structure taken straight out of the early 20th century, but it is the current day. A visitor from outside of this town stays for an extended period of time and forces some of the HSM gang to think about life outside of nowhere. Suddenly, this mysterious person needs to leave, but he offers to take the girl he has fallen in love with away. There's some Ryella, Troyella, and Troypay. I have no idea who will end up with who at this point, so don't be afraid to give your imput on that!
This story covers betrayl, falling out of love, falling in love, running away, and a very odd town. I kind of see it as a cross between "The Village" and "Pleasentville".
Chapter One really is just an introduction to life in this town. Things start getting more interesting in chapter 2, so at least give the first 2 chapters a try! So, now that I'm done rambling, here goes...

Chapter One
Nowhere

Sharpay sighed and looked out of her window. She could see Gabriella and her brother Ryan walking hand-in-hand down the driveway. Dinner had just ended and the two were probably headed on a walk.

Her house was situated on a small slope in the New Mexico desert. From her window in the front of the house, Sharpay could see the main road of the town she and her family lived in.

It was an asphalt street, full of potholes, with a few small storefronts on it. At the end of the street was a larger one-story building that was made of yellowing stucco and had cracks running up and down the sides of the building. It was the grocery store. The town looked rustic, but not in a quaint way. It looked old and forgotten.

Sharpay scoffed as she thought about what the town had been named when it was built 150 years ago. Nowhere. No kidding! It was an ugly town stuck in the middle of nowhere. Why would anybody want to live in a town called Nowhere?

Sharpay remembered her dad's explanation of why they had never moved to a city, or at least anywhere else. "This family helped found this city 150 years ago. We have roots here. It's where we belong," she heard her dad's deep voice proudly explaining in her head.

Sharpay had actually never left the town of Nowhere. Not even once. In fact, neither had her brother, Ryan, or even her mother. The only person in her family that ever left Nowhere was her father, who left wearing a smart-looking suit and carrying a leather brief case at seven o'clock every single morning, except for Sundays. He came home at six o'clock every single night. Six nights a week, when he got home, he would peck Sharpay's mother on the lips and ask her how her day was. Six nights every week, her mother would say, "It was fine dear. Just fine. How was yours?"

Sharpay's dad would laugh and say, "Oh, don't worry your pretty head about it. You wouldn't understand anyways."

Mrs. Evans would smile and reply with, "Okay, well, supper is on the table and the children are hungry, so shall we eat?"

"Of course, dear."

With that, their family of four would sit down at the table in the dining room and their father would lead them in saying grace, then he would dish out the food first to Sharpay's mother, then Sharpay, then Ryan, and finally himself.

After dinner, Sharpay's father would go into the living room and pull out his laptop, claiming that he had some extra work that he still needed to finish up.

That was the Evans' routine six nights a week, every week, every year. It was the same.

In fact, it was basically the same for every single family in Nowhere. Sharpay did not know of a single house where the father didn't work, or dinner wasn't at the same time every night. In fact, Sharpay had never even met a single female who had left the borders of Nowhere.

Mrs. Evans walked into Sharpay's room, where Sharpay was lost in thought about her routine-driven life. "Hey, honey," she said, seeing Sharpay staring blankly out of her window.

Sharpay jumped and turned around. "You frightened me!" Sharpay explained.

"I'm sorry dear," Mrs. Evans replied, sitting on the edge of Sharpay's bed. "Ryan and Gabriella went for a walk," she added, knowing what Sharpay must have been staring at.

Sharpay sat down next to her mother on her soft pink comforter. "Yeah," she agreed. "They seem quite nice for each other." There was a slight hint of jealousy in Sharpay's voice. Ryan had proposed to Gabriella on her 18th birthday, and their wedding was now five months away.

Mrs. Evans noticed Sharpay's tone. "You know, Sharpay, it's not too soon for you to find somebody to marry. I mean, you're 18 already. It's about time that you thought about finding a man you can make happy and having a house you can keep and children to run around in it."

Sharpay let out an exasperated sigh. "I know. I just haven't found anybody yet, or nobody has found me yet, or however it's supposed to go."

"What about Luke? He seems like a nice fellow."

"No. He's about to start courting Rebecca."

"Well, how about Caleb?"

"Mom, he picks his nose! Gross!"

"Okay, fine. Well, what about Chad?"

"He has Taylor. Let's just face it. Everybody worth marrying is already taken."

"You'll find somebody honey. Maybe you just don't know he exists yet."

Sharpay sighed again. "Mom, when I get married and have children, is it going to be a lot like what life is like now? Except I'll be the mother?"

Mrs. Evans smiled. "I suppose so, dear."

"Why is it that we do the same exact thing every single night six nights a week? Surely some people must do it differently."

"Well, Ryan tells me that when he dines with the Montezes, they have dinner at 6:30 every night. We have ours at 6."

Sharpay rolled her eyes, her frustration growing more apparent. "No, I mean, like, do some mothers go to work and the fathers stay at home? Or do some people at least have dinner at a different time every night?"

"Well, if the mother went to work, then when would she have time to be pregnant? And if dinner was at a different time every night, then how would everybody know when they needed to be home to eat?"

"Never mind," Sharpay scoffed.

"Honey, I know you are probably stressed out right now that you don't have any perspectives, but I promise you that there is somebody out there who you will make a wonderful wife for someday."

Sharpay stood up and went back to her window. While she stared out of it, she heard her mother sigh and get up to leave her room. Her mom just didn't get it.

Sharpay's father would bring her back a magazine every so often. Recently, he gave her People magazine, and there was an article about female celebrities who were pregnant. They had careers. She also saw pictures of massive mansions that they lived in, and some of them were even right on the ocean. Oh, how she wanted to see the ocean! She didn't know of a single person in Nowhere who had seen the ocean.

A/N Well, is it worth it? I'm trying to keep the characters true to the movies. Let me know what you're thinking!!!! Please!!!