(A/N: I will try to describe Gabriella and Troy as closely as I can possible to myself and the real guy I am basing this on. I can't get exact, though, because he has brown eyes in real life, and I have blue eyes and dark blonde hair. But, I will try to get as close as I can. I will warn you, a lot of these things I will say about Gabriella are what I deal with every day in life. So, you'll find out about my life here, which I have never been able to express before. So, almost everything I'll say in this chapter is what happens in my everyday life.)

The Autumn wind swirled around the school, picking leaves up and carrying them off to another world. They fluttered in the air, high above the treetops, soaring over the patterned blue sky... No leaf landed in the same exact spot, nor did one teenager's footsteps.

You may get everything close, but nothing can be exact, to the tiniest measurement unit.

Nothing can be exact.

As the wind blows, it picks up tufts of straight, short, brown hair that rested upon a young girl's shoulders. A sweet, innocent, Freshman in high school.

Her top priorities were school, and it showed. She had very close to 100% in every class, aced every test there was, and even spent time helping some of the other unfortuanate minds. Everybody else hated her, because she wasn't the best in sports and was a "nerd".

She didn't care what they called her. She was there to make the grade, not to be a nerd.

At school, she had many, many friends. But not the best friends she could have chosen for herself. Her first friend was one that she had been friends with since fourth grade. This girl was into the emo guys and the emo hair... Which Gabriella didn't like. The rest of her friends were into the same thing, dying their hair weird colors and secretly smoking marajuana in the alley behind the school without her knowing.

But, she did know.

She knew all about it.

She never did any of that stuff. Her parents taught her right, and showed her the right way.

So they thought they taught her right...

After school, all she did was stay inside and be a hermit. She sat on her computer and did nothing. She played with her dogs and cats a little, moped around while her parents complained about getting their drugs because they "hurt", and had a rougher life than anyone at school saw on the outside. Her parents bought her many expensive things to keep her "occupied" so they wouldn't have to deal with her, althought their many cries of love resulted in nothing. No show of love at all.

But, this sweet, broken girl had a second life...

If she could express her feelings, she would be a party girl, out drinking and dancing with random people. She would get up on tables and shake it with an old man. She would show her body off to boys, become a stripper, a prostitute. She wanted to get pregnant, just to get the attention from that baby, the love and care her parents told her that they had for her, but never really showed it.

Anything to get the attention she wasn't getting at home.

She wanted to cut herself so somebody would pay attention. She wanted to get pregnant so she would get attention. She wanted a boyfriend to get attention. She wanted sex because she wanted to feel that love that she never felt from anybody around her...

She just wanted to be loved...

And nobody seemed to care about that...

She looked up as the bus pulled up.

Tons of kids lined up behind her, and of course, as always, she was the last one on the bus, because everyone crowded her.

She climbed to the third to the last seat and sat down, looking over at her trailer. She had grown up there, hated the trailer park, hated the trailer, and just wanted to get out and spread her wings.

But, what did her parents spend money on?

Heroine.

They could have moved out if they had spent that money on something different, like bills, lot rent, more bills...

She shook the thought out of her head as the idiotic kids, in seventh, eighth, and one in ninth grade made sounds of sex, screaming, moaning, and groaning like their boyfriend was riding them, or they were riding their girlfriend. She rolled her eyes, brought her knees to her chest, and watched out the window.

A eighth grader behind her started humping the seat, and everyone in the back was laughing hysterically. All she could feel was a knee in the back, which was pushing her back and forth on the seat.

With disgust, she turned her ipod on and all the way up.

But, she could still hear the noises.

He humped the seat again.

The bus driver up front smiled a little, and then yelled at them.

It didn't help.

He humped the seat again.

More screams of sex.

Humping.

Moaning.

Humping.

Screaming like they were having an orgasm.

Humping.

"WILL YOU FUCKING QUIT?" Gabriella turned around and faced the kid humping her seat. He laughed at her and retreated.

Once again, he started humping the seat.

"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD KID, IF YOU DON'T QUIT, I'LL CHOP YOUR DICK AND BALLS OFF SO YOU CAN'T HAVE SEX!" She growled.

"Alright, fine!" He said, chuckling as he sat down. "What are you going to do with them? Fuck yourself and get pregnant?"

"No, squeeze all the sperm out of them and put it in your sippy cup before you go to bed in your superman undies." Gabriella rolled her eyes and sighed.

He humped the seat again.

A freshman in front of her turned around. "DUDE, WILL YOU STOP MAKING THOSE FUCKING NOISES?" He screamed at the kid behind Gabriella. "YOU'RE SO FUCKING ANNOYING!"

"DOESN'T IT GET ANNOYING?" Gabriella glared at the eighth grader.

The eighth grader slunk down in his seat.

As the bus arrived at the high school, the eighth and seventh graders walked down to the parking lot to get picked up by another bus, which transports them to the Junior High.

She waited for two friends to get off the bus.

She passed her large group of friends, the ones who love emos and goths, and the ones who do drugs and smoke behind the school where the cameras aren't pointed.

Her two friends went into the first building while she walked clear to the back building, where she waited in the pouring rain for the doors to open.

As the bell rang, she placed her keycard against the identifier on the door and grabbed the door quickly, opening it for everyone. She walked inside and to her first block. A block.

English.

Romeo and Juliet.

Hell on wheels.

She got to see Romeo's ass last week. What now? Juliet's ass?

As she got there, she slunk into her seat and set her things down beside her.

The days always started rough.

After English came Spanish 1.

She walked quickly with her friend, while her friend retreated to German.

Gabriella stepped into the room, sat in her seat, and groaned, setting her face in her hands.

And then, she saw him...

He was always the last one in class.

She always walked past him coming from English because he had to drop off his precious Freshman girlfriend Ally to her first class.

She was a church goer who thought about nothing but god. She believed in abstinance and god.

That's it.

He was a tall, dark haired, blue eyed senior.

His name was Troy Bolton.

He was the QB of the football team, and was the sweetest guy she had ever met.

They never had officially met, anyway.

He sat in his seat, far away from her, as class started.

She never thought anything of him until that one day came...

The day that she craved and needed to have.

The day that she had felt love for the first time...