**I DO NOT OWN HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL** I ONLY OWN VANESSA, DAVID, AND THE STORY LINE!"
Chapter 1: The Start of Something New
Vanessa's POV:
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!SMACK!
"Vanessa! Get up. Your breakfast is getting cold!" my mom shouted from the kitchen.
Ugh! It's 6:00 in the morning. I groaned and got up to get a shower. When I got out, I put on my distressed jeans, my purple v-neck and my gray beanie. I then put on my high tops and a little bit of makeup and went downstairs. Same routine every morning. Mom's making breakfast, Dad's reading the newspaper, and my little brother, David is reading another one of his lame comic books. As I sat down at the bar, I noticed a letter from East High, my parents alma mater. Yeah, yeah my mom and dad are the 'famous' Troy Bolton and Gabriella Montez. It was weird seeing the letter out in the open, though. My mom usually hides this sort of thing. Ever since my dad's accident on the court, he doesn't mention basketball.
When David and I were really little, we would watch the Red Hawks game every Friday night with dad. It was his favorite team and since he loved them so much, we learned to love them, too! Not anymore, though.
***Flashback...***
I was racing down the court, trying to keep up with my dad and his old teammates. My dad was on fire, as usual. My mom and my brother were watching from the picnic tables. I usually would be over there, sitting with them, but today I asked dad if he could teach mehow to play. "Sure! I'll go easy on you!" he said. "No way! I want everyone to know I beat you when you were trying your hardest," I smirked. "Well,game on then!"he laughed. As, he went up for the layup though, he lost his balance and fell. Not only did he miss, but he fell weird on his knee. Dad was rushed straight to the local hospital and went right into surgery. The worst part was that he could never play basketball again. My dad got really depressed after that. His buddies kept calling to check up on him and see how he was doing. He never returned their calls. So, eventually, they stopped calling...
***End of Flashback...***
I'm 15 now and I'm going to be 16 in a few weeks. It feels like a century, since the last time dad picked up a basketball.
"Hey, what's this?
Mom looked up from flipping a pancake and froze when she saw the letter.
"Oh, let me take that, please!"
"No!" I snatched it away from her. She frowned, as I started to open it...
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