Caught On Fire

Chapter one- Puff Ball

Summery- It's wrong to fall for you're own student, right? But why did it feel so right?

Disclaimer- I own nothing. (Sad face)

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"Yay, she's gone! The wicked whitch is dead!" Chad sang as his 'happy danced' through the hallways, his girlfriend and best friend laughing next to him.

"Chad, Mrs. Landinburg wasn't that bad." Taylor tried to convince her boyfriend.

"Taylor, are you nuts?" Sharpay asked. She stopped Taylor, placing a hand on her forehead. "Are you sick or something? Do you have a fever? Of course Mrs. Landinburg is that bad."

"I agree with Shar." Chad stepped in. "She was evil."

"And now we have a new teacher. Whoever that is."

"I think his name is Mr. Bolton." Taylor offered. "He used to teach gym at the elementy school, but decided to teach creative writing here."

"I wonder if he's going to be as bad as Mrs. Witch with a capitol B." Sharpay commented, reffering to their last teacher.

"She wasn't that bad." Taylor persisted. Chad and Sharpay turned around and stared at her as if she were crazy.

"Maybe you should go to the nurse and lay down babe." Chad told his girlfriend.

"Ugh."

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"I'm just saying that it's possible."

"Chad, the new teacher will not be a mutated bunny kidnapper." Sharpay stated as she and Chad stood at her locker. "What is wrong with you?"

Chad shrugged, leaning against a locker. "I didn't get any sleep last night and I'm hungry."

"Do all that guys think about eating and sleeping?"

"No." He disagreed. "We think about sex a lot too."

She shook her head as they began to walk to class. "I still wonder what this new guy looks like. All the girls have been saying stuff like he's yummy and hot. I'd like to see for myself."

Chad sighed and placed both hands on eith of her shoulders as he walked behind her. "Focus Shar. I'm hungry here."

"Chad, how many times do I have to-" Sharpay suddenly stopped midsentnce, catching a look at the new teacher. And those girls were right, he was yummy.

"Shar?" Chad asked, noticing her just standing there.

She quickly snapped out of it and took her seat next to Gabriella. "Hey Gabby." She greeted boredly. Her and Gabriella were friends, but weren't that close. They would just say hi and ask what was up every now and then.

"Oh, hey Sharpay." She greeted, turning herself away from the teacher. "Don't you think Mr. Bolton is cute?"

Sharpay shrugged. "I guess."

"You guess? Come on, he's gorgeous." She gushed, looking dreemily at him.

"Yeah, he's also our teacher."

"Whatever. Anyways, where's Ryan at? I haven't seen him for a couple days."

"He's at the baseball thing with our dad." She replied.

"Oh, cool."

Sharpay nodded, but deciced to end their conversation there. She knew that Gabriella had a thing for her brother and she really just wanted to stay out of it.

"Okay everybody." Mr. Bolton started as he turned back to the class. The guys all looked bored, but all the girls' eyes were attached to Troy's every move. "I'm Troy Bolton, and I perfer to be called Troy because I hate being called Mr. Bolton. It makes me feel old." He joked, causing the girls to giggle. Even though it wasn't that funny.

"I understand that Mrs. Um..whatever her name was left an assignment that was due today right?"

Some of the class nodded, others groaned. "Well then." Troy nodded. "Take them out and tear them up."

Everyone looked at him curiously at this. He only chuckled. "I believe when writing it can't fully be captured on paper. Especially when it's being forced. So what I want is for someone to come up here...someone who didn't write that paper and express their feelings on something."

His eyes scammed the room. A few people were staring that their desk, some were staring at him, and others were looking around the room. His eyes happened to land on a blonde haired girl who was mouthing something to the boy next to her. He was African American, and had huge hair. Next thing he knew the boy spoke out.

"She didn't write it." He exclaimed, pointing to the blonde girl who looked mad and shocked.

"Shut up Chad. You didn't either." She replied. Her voice was harsh, but help some playfullness to it.

"I'm sorry." Troy interrupted. "What's your name?"

"Sharpay." She stated simply, a polite smile on her lips.

"Why don't you come up and share?" He offered.

She looked relunctant, but stood up and went to the front of the class. "What do you want me to say?" She asked Troy, turning around to face him as he sat on his desk.

This was the first he was really able to get a good look at her. Her hair was long and tossled, blonde and shiny. Her eyes were brown, and they looked like the kind of eyes that held the secrets only she knew. She was very beautiful.

"Um.." Troy choked on his words. For some reason after getting a good look at her he became nervous. "Just tell a story about an expreience you've had or something from your heart."

Sharpay nodded and turned back to the class. "Well...uh...I really don't know what to say."

"Don't choke." Chad called from his seat, a grin on his face.

Sharpay sent him a glare and spoke. "Okay, it was the first day of sixth grade and I was really nervous. I was so scared of starting middle school like I'm sure alot of you were. But I ended up getting lost in the hallway on my first day while trying to find my sixth period class. I ran into this boy who was also lost trying to find his way to the bathroom. He had really big hair that I still refer to as his 'puff ball on his head' which I apologize to him about. I didn't know it would catch on to everyone. Anyways, he helped me find my class and I helped him find the bathroom. Which didn't help him much because he still ended up going in the girls' bathroom instead. Man, was there some screaming. But the real story is that ever since that day we've been best friends. So even though I was really scared to start middle school, I ended up making a lot of friends who I still have. So it ended up being a great exprience."

She finished with a smile and looked to Chad, who was currently trying to hide the tears in his eyes. She stared at him and shook her head. Troy gave her a smile and she sat back down in her seat.

"That was beautiful Shar." Chad spoke, wiping his tears.

She sighed and shook her head. "You big baby puff ball."

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"So, how was it?" Asked the principle as he stood in the doorway of Troy's classroom after school.

"It went well. I had a lot of good kids today." Troy replied honestly as he looked through some papers.

"Yeah, it seems that you've beome quite popular so far. They seem to like you."

"Well that's the point, right?"

"Not really." He disagreed. "It's making sure you're being a good teacher. Not just the fun one."

Troy smirked, though tried to hide it. "Is that why I got extra credit work from almost every student today?"

He stared at him. "You're serious?"

"Yeah. I guess they felt the want to write. Like I've said, I don't try to push writing. They should do it when they feel inspired to."

"Well, keep up the good work." Troy gave him a nod as he left back to his office. Troy shuffled through a few more papers before his eyes fell on one name at the top of one of the papers. Sharpay Evans.

He shrugged and took the paper off the pile and began to read.

My entire life I've been know as only a few things. The daughter, the granddaughter, the friend, the sister, but what if I wanted to break out of the role of just being what people expect. I'm nothing as people see. People have told me that I was so hard to read because my eyes never gave me away. People say they hold the secrets to my soul that only I have the key to. Well, I didn't ask for it. I barely know who I am enough to let others try to figure it out.

My parents always told me to be the best. Not the best iIcould be, just the best. So I'm rich, I sing, I dance, I have dreams. But to them none of that matters until I reach something.

My friends are great, but they don't know me as well as they should. I keep myself closed off and I don't like closing out my friends, but do I really have a chose?

My brother is everything, but even he, my twin, can't seem to get the heart of me. The soul of the person beyond the shell I am. Because that's all I really am. I'm a shell of a person that people only think they know because it's too difficult to get to the core.

And the one thing I've learned from it is that it's not easy to pretend.

Troy reread the paper and sighed. He had seen her around school and in his class. She seemed so happy, care free, and natural. It was hard to believe this was actually how she felt, but he supposed that it was true that it would be easy to put up a mask of what you think you should be instead of who you really are. He just felt bad for her that she did.

Maybe he should talk to her about it tomorrow...

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I know it's short but it's just to see what you guys think. I'm going top put up a couple first chapters for stories and which ever one you guys seem to like the most I'll continue. So if you like it please tell me.

Oh, and I got the Jonas Brothers CD today. It rocks! I'm compeltely in love with it. I now have all 3 Jonas Brothers CDs. My personal favorite is probably 'BB Good'. I loved that song.

Anyways, please tell me if you like it and if you do then I'll continue it. And sorry for spelling mistakes also. Thanks!