I have this new system going: Run through EVERY SINGLE book that I have on my bookshelf and see which ones I can make into fanfictions.
As you can see, this is the next one...
Disclaimer- Is there really anyone out there that hasn't read Flipped?
All I really wanted was space. But the annoying blonde burning a hole in me with her chocolate brown eyes was making it very, very difficult. I winced and turned away, giving my dad pleading eyes. Please, just make her go away... I silently begged. I had been in our quaint little neighborhood less than ten minutes, and I had already made a 'friend'. She pushed me towards the U-Haul, ordering me to pull out a box labeled 'China' and insisted that we would push it into the house together. I didn't even know this girl's name, and she was telling me what to do?
It was a week before second grade, that Sharpay Evans made her way into my life. She stuck to me like a leech on the heel of my foot, and I didn't like it. "You have pretty eyes." she giggled as I made my way across our front yard. She was right at my heels. "I hear we're gonna go to the same school. Did you know that? Wanna meet my brother Ryan? Do you have any brothers or sisters? What's your favorite color? Mine's pink, as you can tell..." she showed off the pink ribbon that was braided into her hair. More questions and trivial facts about this girl were rattled off as I scrambled to get away from her. "... and... oh, yeah... what's your name?" she laughed at her ignorance. But I pretended that I hadn't heard her, knowing the less she knew about me, the better. I was about to press my finger to the doorbell and hold it there, but she grabbed my wrist. Her hand slid down my arm until her fingers laced with mine. I felt the sudden urge to jump back when she slowly leaned into me, fluttering her eyes shut. Her lips formed into a pucker.
So this was what my first kiss was going to be like? With a girl who couldn't keep her mouth shut? I painfully closed my eyes as if I were bracing for a head on collision with a car. She continued to inch towards me... until a miracle occured. My new front door swung open, and my mother smiled down at us. I slipped out of this girl's grasp and found shelter behind my mother's legs. "What's your name, sweetheart?" Mom asked the blonde who was shyly rocking back and forth. ButI knew that if Mom had been outside, helping move boxes in, that the girl standing at our front door wouldn't have seemed so angelic.
"My name is Sharpay Madeline Rose Evans, ma'am." she answered sweetly, and even threw in a tiny curtsy. "And I was just about to get my first kiss." she peered around my mother and grinned to me. Mom beamed down at us with that aw, isn't that cute kind of look on her face. I darted from the two of them, and since the house was so unfamiliar, I had no clue where to hide. I looked for the first open door, slammed it behind me, and ran my hands along the walls in search of a lightswitch.
A banging came at the door next. "Trooooy..." the blonde sang on the other side of the door. She knew my name! "Come out! You haven't given me my kiss!" she giggled. Where was my mother in all of this? I couldn't believe that I was the only one who couldn't see how weird she was! I could already see myself ducking into bathrooms just to steer clear of her in school hallways. I could already hear the teasing chant, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" This couldn't happen to me.
It was a week before the beginning of the second grade, that Sharpay Evans squeezed her way into my life.
I cautiously lifted the white curtain of our living room window. Across the street, that girl sat in a green flowered sundress, planting a single bulb in the dirt. A wide straw hat shaded her face from the soft glow of the sun.That was another thing that freaked me out about her. Why did she dress up to do everything? It had been two entire days since we had moved here, since she tried to kiss me, since I found refuge in what I discovered was a bathroom, and I hadn't stepped outside. Because she was always there. It was almost as if she waited for me. And once, we even caught her just standing there, looking at our house. She stayed there until the summer sun had set, and my mother finally escorted her to her front door. She was just strange.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Why don't you go and help her?" Mom asked. It was at that exact moment that the little blonde girl looked up from her plant and waved. I dropped the curtain. "She's so sweet, Troy." Mom coaxed. "Just give her a chance." My mother obviously didn't understand that if I gave her a chance, that I would never be able to shake her. Why did things like this have to happen to me? I lifted the curtain once more and saw a little boy sitting next to her in the grass, sprinkling water over their plant. "That's her brother, Ryan." Mom explained to me. So, she had a brother, why would she need me as a friend?
Little did I know, she was desperate for friends. But so desperate that she would hug me in front of our entire class? "Troy!" she squealed, making her way towards me. "I can't believe you're here!" heads turned and watched as she smothered me in a hug. Our second grade teacher had to pry her off of me, and to make matters worse, I was assigned the seat in front of her.
Not even ten minutes into my first day of second grade, I heard the faint sniff, sniff come from the girl behind me. "Do you mind?" I asked, and realized that it was the first time I had spoken to her directly. She smiled back to me, oblivious to the fact that I thought she was weird. I turned my attention back to the teacher at the front of the classroom, hoping that just maybe she would leave me alone.
But it was only a 'maybe'.
I wasn't surprised when the taunting started. "Where's your girlfriend, Troy?" I heard. "When's the wedding, Troy?" I attempted ignoring it, like the first day I met her, but it really, really wasn't working. I impatiently waited outside of the elementary school. Until I heard her.
"Troy! Hey, Troy! Wait up!" she shouted from behind. It wasn't like I was moving. I cringed hearing the annoying click-clack of her low heels to the pavement. "Where'd you disappear to so quickly?" she laughed, brushing her blonde bangs to the side of her face. They immediately fell back in place, just above her eyelashes. Another giggle was spat in our direction. I wasn't the only one that wanted to swat her away like a fly, therefore, I didn't feel guilty when I dove into my mother's car when she pulled up and ordered her to 'floor it'.
I looked into the back window, expecting to see her smiling and waving. But she was shyly looking down at her white low heels, probably wondering what she had done wrong to recieve rejection all over again. I've lost count on how many times I thought she was weird, but I wondered if that was my only excuse to getting to know the girl that wanted to be my friend.
It was the first day of second grade, and Sharpay Evans had crash-landed on my life, and there was no way she would agree on leaving.
