Crazy Wild Thoughts

Summary:

I'm Gabriella Montez, a 16 year old girl (yes I'm a girl although my next door neighbour Troy Bolton (also known as Satan's son) thinks I'm from a freakish alien species –don't ask!) and I've decided instead of boring everyone to death with my mindless ramble and consequently getting yelled at or having weird looks thrown at me; I will write my crazy wild thoughts here…

Disclaimer:

I don't own High School Musical nor do I own anything else you may recognise (such as the books, films, TV programmes I may have a tendency to want to write about.) The only thing I own is the plot

A/N So this is my new story! It wasn't the one I was originally planning on posting; however, I've been writing this since forever. Just a little bit every time whilst I was writing all my angst and over time it's built up to consist of a lot more chapters then any of the other stories I was planning on posting. Therefore, I decided to post this first. It's different to what I write, it's basically something that stopped all the angst from consuming me. It allowed me to write something which was lighter and less filled with drama.

Anyway, this chapter is just setting the scene – it's what I do when I first get a diary. I just do a mini bio of myself. The next chapter will start with the actual story – and would be more interesting than this chapter. This chapter just basically tells us the basics of Gabriella Montez

Also this story may have quite a few rants in it about issues that Gabriella may wish to discuss (such as the cutting down of the rainforest)

Anyway, enjoy reading! And please read my A/N at the bottom for more info about the story.

September 3rd

Dear diary…

I haven't actually come up for a name for you yet so for now I'm just going to call you diary. I know it's kind of weird me still writing to a diary at my age but hey! I do need some sort of person I could 'vent' to!

I've decided that rather than keeping everything bottled up I'm just going to write everything that crosses my mind here. I mean there are some things that I just can't talk to my mum or my mate Taylor (and basically only friend – if you can actually call her that; we're more acquaintances) about.

I mean, I'm pretty sure that they don't actually care whether or not I think that, instead of the world going on about how much we should stop using cars and start walking to stop global warming the governments should instead just stop cutting down the rainforests and start planting more trees.

After all - don't trees take in carbon dioxide and produce oxygen? Frankly, without trees, human beings would find it very hard to live on earth (obviously we can't forget all those other photosynthesising plants as well – it isn't just the trees which provide us with oxygen). But no – the governments go around cutting down the rainforest! And why? Because there is an increasing demand for people to eat burgers! And you may be thinking well what has the burger I eat got to do with the rainforest being cut down and therefore contributing massively to global warming? But think about it. Burgers are made from animals. And the animals obviously need to have a little bit of meat on them otherwise they wouldn't make very good burgers. Now for these animals to have meat on them they would have to have food. And seeing as a lot of animals (sheep and cows) like to graze they need to have grass and farmland to graze on. But of course because of the ever increasing rise in people craving burgers and meat, there is a shorter supply in these areas. So instead the governments decide that the best way to satisfy everyone's appetites would be to cut down the rainforest and let the animals graze there. Obviously what they do not realise is that in the mean time they are just destroying the planet!

Anyway I think that's enough about how we should stop cutting down the rainforest. Can you believe it? I wasted the first part of my diary talking about the rainforest!! I mean it should have been maybe about me, or what my day was like or something along those lines… But no! I had to go and rant on about the flipping rainforest!!

See what I mean? I have the most weirdest thoughts. And it probably doesn't help that all my thoughts are a bit 'nerdy'. You know – they often are random facts or something equally geeky. I mean I just wasted a paragraph of writing talking about photosynthesis!

Obviously you can probably tell that with my skills of interesting conversation topics cough cough I must have soooo many friends! (Note the sarcasm here!)

Actually I think I tend to drive them away. Most people think I'm a freak considering the way I dress and everything (there could also be something with the way I look – but hey if they don't like that then I guess that it's their problem) I also happen to love studying. I mean why shouldn't I? Doesn't everyone want to become something good later in life? And to do that you do need to have a good education behind you. So if that hasn't scared people away from me then the fact that those few brave ones who do venture near me have to deal with the fact that sometimes I can just embarrass myself and go through times or just blurting out whatever is on my mind.

Taylor has had to deal with that quite a lot. I tend to just let my mouth run away talking before I have actually checked what exactly it is saying. It's only until I see the bemused or wierded out faces of the person that I am talking too that I realise I have actually said something highly inappropriate. And that also includes just telling people (those who do talk to me – and when I feel an extra ounce of confidence spring through me) exactly what I think of them…

Now this has gotten me in a few awkward situations.

Namely when some ass decided to torment me about my fashion sense. And it was just one of those days where I was in a pretty damn bad mood. I mean I was already running late. My hair wasn't behaving itself and therefore I found myself trying to comb through a bunch of unruly curls. I grabbed the first items of clothing that I found (green baggy combats which were slung over the back of a chair – I'd been lounging around in them the night before – and a striped blue and green t-shirt – some aunt gave it to me and I had found it next to the chair. I obviously forget to check how hideous it actually looked…) so I ended up resembling a clown! I was already in a bad mood and then this jerk who thinks he's the most perfect person in the world comes and starts yapping on at me. So I guess you could say that instead of just taking it meekly like most people would normally do (those who are in fact in a proper frame of mind) I lost it and really let him have it. He (by the way this guy has now gotten transferred – he's gone to some even more sportier school!) was pretty shocked that I the 'freaky math girl' actually stood up to him. (Usually I tend to try and stay out of the jocks way!) But then of course he had to keep his reputation up and therefore made some smart ass comment and walked off with a whole load of sniggering mates laughing with him and at me.

But did that one bad moment stop me from speaking my mind? Hell no! I mean I'm still my normal 'speak whatever comes to my mind before I actually think about it and yell at people if I am feeling particularly confident and have already had a shitty day' girl. Just now I tend to avoid flying of the handle in front of the whole jock and popular crowd!

You know I've just realised that I've basically been yapping on for so long and I haven't told you a thing about me. I mean you know things like how I tend to ramble however you don't know anything else really…

So I'm Gabriella Montez. I'm a 16 year old girl (yes I am a girl even though some people – mainly a certain next door neighbour 'Troy flipping Bolton' – tend to think that I am not a girl but instead a freakish alien species – don't ask!) and I go to the fabulous East High!

East High is a basically very sporty school. Mainly basketball school. If you're in the basketball team then you've basically secured your popularity status and are set for the whole of high school (unless of course you decided to move – then I don't know) East High is run basically by the basketball captain (my next door neighbour)

It is a normal school in the aspect of cliques. For example you do have your jocks; your cheerleaders (although I think they can go in the 'jock' section… maybe); your drama people; your skater dudes; your Goths; your emos (now they don't like being called Goths – they say that they are not Goths and that there is a difference between emos and Goths and therefore would prefer to be categorized in a completely different category); your punks; your populars (mostly the jocks and cheerleaders however you do have a few random people who are just popular); your computer geeks; and your nerds.

You may ask which one I am in. Well… I'm in the nerd section. I guess the whole thing about me not really having that much of style or anything contributes to the fact that I do love to study and I do have an interest in learning about things to improve my awareness of things and wanting to make a difference.

Another thing about East High is that the school colours are red and white. And every first day of school (Which by the way is tomorrow) every student is expected to dress up in red and white. East High tradition. Now for the past few years this hasn't gone too well for me. I often made the mistake of wearing a white shirt. And I always had some horrible basketball person come and pour water all over me – drenching my top and making it see – through so that people could often see my black bra. And me being me would get very flustered about the fact that people could see my bra. I mean it's my bra for God's sake! And I, unlike some people in this school do not like to show off my bra to a gazzilion amount of people. And I happen to find the fact that people seeing my bra very embarrassing and therefore my face ends up matching the east high colour of red!

Now obviously I now know not to wear a white shirt! But then there's the fact that I really actually never know what to wear. I mean I'm not the type of girl who normally sits there fretting about what clothes I'm going to wear. However, when your restricted to a colour scheme it really seems to put a lot of pressure on me and I never know what the hell to pick. I mean I guess it should be a simple choice – just pick red and white clothes! However for me I don't have that many red and white clothes. I don't actually know why really. My wardrobe colour range tends to be black; blue; green; yellow; orange… I'm telling you every colour except maybe red and white. I just don't own many of those colour clothes. Which means that come this time of year I tend to find it really hard to pick an outfit. And I guess that I could just head down the shops and buy red and white clothes – but then I actually have to go shopping. And I hate shopping! Not to mention that there is a high risk of me bumping into a blonde bimbo slut from school (no offence by the way to blondes… it's just that a lot of the cheerleaders are blondes so you know…). And I'd rather avoid that! So I'll just have to pick something from my limited selection of red and white clothes then…

So that's all I can think off for East High. If I think of anything else I will of course tell you… but I most probably wouldn't! (Maybe)

Anyway more about me… My dad – I don't have one! I mean I obviously had a dad (otherwise I wouldn't be here boring you with my insane thoughts) but I just don't know anything about him. He walked out on my mum once he found out she was pregnant and has never even tried to contact us and find out whether or not his ex girlfriend and his daughter are all right. So I guess you could say I hate the bastard! I mean… he sleeps with my mother, and then when it comes down to facing the consequences he doesn't want to know. I don't really actually know anything about him. All I know is that he was apparently good looking. And that I don't look a thing like him – I'm a copy of my mum. Although she says that I've got his eyes. My mum's are this hazely greeny colour. Mine are a dark chocolate brown. My mum says that my eyes are exactly like my dads – right down to the almond shape and the way they twinkle! However I don't even know his name – the guy whose got the same eyes as me. I mean for a while (when I was probably around 8 and mum had told me that I had his eyes) I remember looking at every man I could and trying to see if his eyes were like mine. I freaked a lot of men out and my mum had to tell me to stop staring at them so intently. I guess when I was younger I was infuriated with knowing who my dad was. But mum never told me. Mum always get this sort of pained weird look on her face whenever I used to ask about him. I don't ask any more but I always wanted to know something about him when I was younger. I don't know what my dad looks like; I don't know his name; I don't know how old he is; I don't even know what bloody nationality he is! Mum just doesn't seem to want to say anything about him… and now I don't ask. It's like for me I don't have a dad!

My mum is great I guess. She was always there for me when I was younger. But now that I'm getting older she's starting to become more of a workaholic. Don't get me wrong! I'm sure that looking after a teenage girl when you're a single mum is a hard thing to do and you'd obviously need money… it's just that sometimes I can go weeks without seeing my mother. She's always on business trips so I hardly ever see her anymore. I guess that's one of the reasons I bought this diary. Just to tell what's going on in my life. I mean Taylor's great and everything – it's just that sometimes I need to tell stuff to someone who I know wouldn't judge me or anything!

Ok… so more about me… I love watching films! I seriously love chick flicks!

And I also LOVE reading. I know that this hobby would actually make me a prime target for people but I can't just give it up. And besides reading happens to broaden your intelligence and it gets you all absorbed into this whole different world. For those hours that I am reading I can forget about the world of Gabriella Montez and instead focus on the world of Sephy Hadley and Callum McGregor. (Those characters by the way are from the Noughts and Crosses trilogy)

Anyway it's a good thing that I'm officially starting this diary off tomorrow has I am actually starting school tomorrow (god help me!)

So I'm pretty sure that there will be a whole load of tormenting comments that I will replay to you…

Got to go now… The O.C is on. I love the TV! (I think that's another thing why I'm a bit of an outcast. I don't really actually have a social life – I'm always either studying or with my T.V…)

And starting tomorrow you'll know how boring my actual life is. I'll bore you with every single detail of my life (ok maybe not every detail – I mean I'm not sure that you really want to know if I decided that I needed to sneeze or something was in my eye)

And maybe tomorrow if nothing interesting happens I'll be able to rant to you about my very annoying next door neighbour Troy Bolton! Or maybe I'll tell you about some of the most annoying jocks I've met (there's four of them – one of whom is my next door neighbour)

Or maybe I'll just shut up now and go watch T.V.

OK…So goodbye!

XXX

Gabriella

(By the way I don't really actually have that many nicknames. I mean my mum and Taylor call me Gabi but that's it… yeah just thought I'd point that out!)

A/N

Ok, so this actually started of with me writing random thoughts that I think of – my mind is a weird place and I tend to babble a lot – so I started writing it. It soon developed into a story with Gabriella using a lot of my thoughts in her diary.

Also I just want to clear up a few things about this story…

It will all be written in diary format – this is Gabriella Montez's diary and would be all from her perspective

My chapters will be around 3000 words each

I will be posting probably once or twice a week – it's my GCSE year now and I'll have to be concentrating a lot on that. Also I've still got quite a lot more chapters left to write on this so I'll try and update where possible; however, I've only got some of the chapters written up and there's a lot more to write so that's why I'm going to be updating once or twice a week. Updates will mostly be once a week; however, if I am ahead of writing then I will update an extra chapter

I will be giving sneak peeks of forthcoming chapters – everyone who leaves a review will receive a sneak peek of the next chapter. I mainly do this because that way more people review and I get to see more opinions. It's nice to see what other people are thinking about the chapters and I would like to see people's opinions on this story. I also find that some people enjoy the sneak peeks and it leaves them wanting more of the next chapter.#

Reviews are welcome. Constructive Critiscism is wanted. What I don't want is you just telling me that you hate my story without at least telling me what it is that you hate. I can't improve if you don't tell me how.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading this and if you review you'll get a sneak peek of the next chapter.

XxxNicolexxX