Disclaimer: Once again I don't own HSM. I only own Aimee Bolton, Shawn Montez, and Veronica Connolly... unless if there are actual people named that, then I only own the ones that are in the story. But if I did own High School Musical, then I would have a lot of fun with Troy or Chad or Jason or Zeke or Ryan .. ;)

September fourth: The first day of my freshman year here at East High. Red and white takes over my view as I step out of my dad's car. Troy and my dad, Coach Bolton, walk toward the doors and enter the school for a brand new year. Nervousness overtakes my body realizing how big most of these people are compared to my five foot self. My brother sees how worried I am and gently touches my shoulder.

"Don't worry Aimee, I'm a senior. I'll protect you," he says with a smile.

I smirk mischievously at him. "Why are you smiling? Do you see Gabriela?"

He starts looking around and asking 'Where is she.' It was pretty funny actually considering the fact that whenever I ask him if he likes her, he always denies it.

Our dad spoke up since he was sick of hearing me tease Troy. "Okay, I've got to go talk to Principal Matsui, so I want you two to behave. Troy we have basketball practice after school and Aimee you can sign up for basketball this year if you want to. I'll see you guys later."

I rolled my eyes when he left. He's always trying to get me to sign up for basketball no matter how many times I tell him that I'm just not interested in the sport. I'll watch some of the games because of the hot sweaty guys running around, but I'm just not good at sports. Everyone thinks that I should be some kind of a basketball Goddess because Troy is my brother, but I'm more into art, drama, writing, and singing, but no one knows that I can sing since I'm too self-conscious.

I turned around to say bye to Troy, but he was already off with Gabriella. "They are hopeless," I muttered to myself.

"Yeah, you're right," I jumped about three feet in the air when I heard a voice from behind. I turned around and noticed a boy my age with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.

"SHAWN! I missed you!" I hugged him and then smacked him arm. "Don't scare me like that!"

"Uh, OW!" he replied ad I laughed.

Shawn is my BEST FRIEND EVER! Honestly, this guy is like my rock. I can talk to him about anything and he'll listen and give me advice. I met him around the same time that Troy met Gabriella, which would make sense since he's Gabriella's brother.

"So are you ready for our first year of high school?" I asked with a roll of the eyes. Believe me; I do NOT like coming back to school after two months off. You can ask anyone in my family. My mom had to come into my room and actually drag me out of bed. Oh well, at least I get tons of new clothes at the beginning of each school year.

"I was but then you smacked me and made me sad." He stuck out his lip and gave me sad puppy dog eyes.

"Aw, poor baby," I said while pinching his cheek. "So was Gabby blabbering about Troy like he was about her this morning?"

"Yeah, and it's so sickening! They both like each other so why can't they just admit it! It's not like they'll get their feelings hurt since they both like each other back!"

"Exactly! We should so get them together and ask Chad and Taylor to help us. We should lock them in a closet together and not let them out until they become a couple," I said with a devious smile.

"No because that could take days…" The bell rang interrupting our conversation. "Come on; don't want to make Darbus mad. Gabby complained about her all the time last year."

We walked to homeroom, dreading each step we took. It's not even first days that suck. It's the fact that we have to start in a whole new school. A school that my dad teaches at and will be constantly trying to convince me to join the basketball team even more than he already does. A school where my brother will be on my case anytime I flirt with a hot guy. Speaking of hot guys, I just passed by Troy's basketball buddies. I don't like them or anything, but I can think that they're hot without liking them. Shawn notices me checking them out and he rolls his eyes.

"Not already," he says. He knows that I'm boy crazy, which drives him nuts sometimes because he's a boy and he does not want to hear about me saying how hot a guy is. He's my best friend and all, but sometimes it sucks because there are some things that I feel more comfortable talking to a girl about, even if Shawn is an awesome listener.

We walked in the classroom and sat many seats away from each other since alphabetically, our names are far apart. I ended up sitting next to this girl with long red hair and vibrant green eyes.

"Hi," she said in a bubbly voice. "I'm Veronica Connolly. With eyes that blue, you have got to be a Bolton."

I laughed. Everyone knew that I was related to Troy because my eyes were the same blue his were. "Yeah. I'm Aimee Bolton, but I'm not like Troy that much just so you know. I'm not some kind of basketball genius."

"Me neither. I'm could care less about playing the game because I'm so uncoordinated when it comes to sports. I'm more into watching the guys play the game."

My eyes became very wide. "We are going to get along just great then."