This was the day. One of the proudest and happiest days of my life. I was going to Paris. Paris. The city of love
and beauty and lights. How great was that? I could finally be free. No more Troy and no more lies. I didn't have
to deal with him for the next week. I was happy. He isn't going to ruin this vacation for me. I grabbed my bags
and luggages and packed some clothing.
I heard a knock on my door. It was Sharpay with her pink luggages and bags all ready to go. She wore a white, strapless tank top with some capris.
"Are you ready to go to France? We get to see cute French guys, shopping for cute clothes, and sightseeing," Sharpay said with her try at her little
french accent. "Oui. Oui. Aller. Aller," Gabriella said in perfect french. Saying 'yes. Yes. Let's go. Let's go.'
Taylor peeked in the room with her bags stuffed with books about France and four pairs of clothing. "Hey, guys. You guys seem excited for France,"
Taylor said smiling. "We definitely are. It's going to be a blast. One week is France. How exquisite," Gabriella said happily. "Tay, what's with the French culture books. We're going to France to have fun. Not read like we're in school," Sharpay said hands on her hips. "She's right. I mean I'm bringing two books with me for the airplane flight, but you should relax while you're in France, "Gabriella said zipping up her last luggage of clothing.
"I know, but I want to read about some of the things in Paris. Is that a crime? Whatever. I'll lessen the books," Taylor said as she took ot some of the huge books she had in her bags.
Gabriella sat on her bed laying down with a sad look on her face. "Gabs, what's wrong? Why are you so upset? You were happy and excited a couple of seconds ago," Sharpay said worried. "It's nothing, guys. I'm just thinking," Gabriella replied looking at her ceiling. "Is this about Troy?" Sharpay asked with arms crossed and her left eyebrow raised.
Gabriella grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. "I'll take that as a yes," Taylor said scared. Gabriella sat upright and looked at her friends.
"Guys, I'm just thinking about Troy. I mean, I'm leaving for a week. I'm gonna miss him. It's like when he left for a month. He didn't say goodbye.
Plus, he told me that he cared about me. How can I deal with that when I'm in France?" Gabriella cried out. Taylor and Sharpay exchanged glances
knowing what their best friend had been through.
"Gabi, it's his loss. Plus, you'll forget about him when you meet those cute French guys," Sharpay said smiling at the thought.
Taylor started to babble, "Gabi, Troy is a jock. He isn't good enough for you. It's his loss that you're leaving. You could get a French cutie. He'll be so jealous."
Sharpay and Taylor laughed while Gabriella only thought of Troy.
"Maybe, you're right. I'm stupid to think that. But, I do care about hnim enough to let him go. So, let's go," Gabriella said grabbing her bags and already bolting out the door.
At Troy's House
Troy grabbed his ball and tossed it up a few times and catching every throw. All he was thinking about was Gabriella and his career. Who is he picking? Her or his career?