The transfer

Okay, you've obviously read the summary before clicking here to read this but here's a better summary: Sharpay and Ryan move schools, receiving a surprisingly warm goodbye from East high and officially handing over their titles to Troy and Gabrielle. Now they're on their way to a new school, and a new country, neither knowing the troubles they face ahead, will they change to fit in and become new people, or will they fight there way to the top of the ladder in the school's drama club?

That said I don't own any of the characters from the movies, or any of the songs in the story.

Now, let's begin...

Ryan sat in the back seat of the black SUV as it tore down the highway. He sighed loudly and turned to look at his sister, she was quite content as she hummed along loudly to some song on her ipod. Ryan cursed his self out side, he'd forgotten to put his on charge the night before and had also neglected to bring the car charger with him in the actual car. He could watch a DVD, but he'd packed all the good ones, his choices were X Men, Timeline, Jurassic Park? They must have been his little brothers, or maybe his older brothers... then he saw something that made him smile, Bring It On. Leaning down to try and grab the DVD from under the passenger seat in front him, his index finger scraped the edge of the box but he seemed to only push it further away. Sharpay glanced at her brother in disgust. She slapped his back, not hard, but it was still annoying.

"You're doing it again!" She said in a hushed voice, obviously not wanting the other members of their family to hear.

"Doing what?" He asked, unsure how he'd managed to bug his sister.

"That stupid tongue thing you do when you're trying to concentrate." He nodded and said he wouldn't do it again, which was a lie, it was an uncontrollable habit of his, a reflex. He was about to lean down and try for the DVD again when his mum quickly hit the breaks he could hear the DVD sliding forward in to the front seats.

"Dad can i have the DVD by your feet?" He asked quietly, as he gently poked his dad's shoulder. The middle aged man picked it up and inspected it.

"No, you are not watching this. Watch Jurassic Park, there's no dancing in that." His dad didn't like him very much. Ryan sighed again and leaned back in his seat. Sharpay was once again engrossed in her song. He smiled on though, keeping a happy exterior around his family made them generally leave him alone. If they decided at any point to pay attention to what he did they'd normally get annoyed, Sharpay of course wouldn't mind, but his mum and dad thought that dancing and singing was generally a girls thing unless you could play guitar as well. Ryan could play guitar, he'd taught him self in his free periods, but his parents didn't know this. Sharpay turned and looked at him, smiling this time. She reached to her bag and pulled out a case of CD wallets all filled with DVDs. Ryan's face lit up for real when she passed them to him. He had gone from bog all to watch to spoilt for choice. He flipped through them and decided to watch the new Stepford Wives.

A few hours later the SUV pulled up at a rest stop. Ryan grimaced slightly when he saw it, it was crowded with sweaty fat men and loud little children. But they had a Pappa Johns so he was fine when it came to food; he and Sharpay were often looked at as the 'picky eaters' of the family. They didn't eat fish, or red meat, and didn't like many vegetables. Oddly enough though, Ryan liked broccoli and brussel sprouts. Sharpay told him to go get their food as she went to go check her self out in the restroom. He got twenty dollars of his mum and dad and went to stand in the queue. He was hungry and was going to break one of Sharpay's food laws about the amount of oil and fat that should be dripping of a slice of pizza. He got her pasta in a tomato sauce. He then paid for them and two medium sodas before going to fill up the plasticy paper cups.

Taking a seat he slid up to the wall as his younger brother sat next to him. His younger brother looked like him but had longer slightly ginger hair. He was just about to start high school that year and had spent the holiday before the move trying to create a new image for him self.

"Hey, Ryan?" Ryan turned to look at his little brother. "Why do you put up with Sharpay? I mean, she's my sister to but I don't think I could stand acting like he slave and pack horse all in one." It was an odd question to bring up at that time but Ryan wasn't to surprised, Andre had never seemed to understand the twin dynamic, he was the only one who didn't have a twin in their generation of the Evans.

"You'd understand if you were me." Ryan sighed, an enigmatic answer to piss his brother off, it almost made him smile. "It's complicated." He added looking down at the pizza in front of him and suddenly not feeling hungry. He looked over at his brother who was stuffing his mouth with a greasy fat filled burger from the Mcdonalds, it almost made Ryan sick. But he was also slightly jealous of Andre, he had his own identity. He was a punky emo kid, an outsider with the personality and up bringing of a snob. His brother wasn't stupid, like he knew he was, or felt he was.

"Hey, Ryan? How long is the flight gonna be?" Andre asked between bites. Ryan wasn't sure, he'd been trying to push the fact that they were leaving out of his mind all together. He didn't want to move as far as they were, a different city was fine, and another state was even okay, but another cotenant? That was not good. And it had been expensive, moving their mother's favourite furniture, getting a nice house, paying for private schools for all three of the current student aged kids, plane tickets, visas. It had all come down to one thing according to Sharpay, less money for clothes. But there dad would have a better paying job so it wouldn't be to long before he was worth more then he was in the USA.

"I don't know, eleven hours max I'd think." Ryan hated flying; Lost had made sure of that. He didn't want to end up stuck on an island with people like that, even though if it was like Lost he'd probably survive because he was good looking, young and could provide an interesting plot twist or two.

"Eleven hours? Fuck that's a lot of time." Andre didn't sound to mad though, it was more a statement.

End if first chapter

Okay, there were no songs in this chapter, that's why it's short. There should be songs in the next chapter, oh and I'm not really going to write much about the rest of the journey to the airport or the plane trip because it gives me very bad memories of horrible plane trips I've been on

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