Wow. 5 reviews already. thanks!
As Sharpay closed the door and she placed the piece of paper in her English book, she sat back down at the TV. Crying every possible tear from her brown eyes.
The tone of Rihanna- Don't Stop the Music jingled through the living room. She picked her phone up.
'Unrecognized Number'
"Hello?" She asked.
No answer.
"Hello?!" She asked getting aggitated.
"Danforth is this a prank?" She didn't have Chad's number on her phone so...
She closed her phone.
Then the house phone started to ring.
"Hello?"
"Anyone there?" She asked.
She put the phone down.
BEEP BEEP
Hello, Sharpay Evans
The text message foolishly said.
Sharpay saw that the number wasn't recorded.
How's the movie you're watching? Don't Cry
She threw the phone too the other side of the couch.
Now She was scared.
It could've been Troy, but she had Troy's number on her phone.
There was knock at the door.
It was still nice and light outside.
"Hello?" She answered it.
No one was there.
Someone was watching her behind something.
He saw her close the door.
BEEP BEEP
I like what you're wearing, the nice pink top.
She was now really freaked.
She ran upstairs, leaving her phone downstairs.
She forbid herself to go downstairs.
A jingle came from her laptop.
Don't run, because i can find you anywhere, Sharpay Evans
She threw her laptop in her closet.
She now knew someone was watching her.
She closed her curtains.
1 hour later
Knock Knock
Sharpay didn't answer it. She was too scared to answer it.
"Sharpay! It's me Ryan!" Ryan yelled.
Sharpay rushed to open the door.
"forgot my key...have you been crying?" Ryan asked.
"No...just that i keep getting these weird messages" She handed him her phone.
He looked at the messages.
"And i got one on my laptop." She ran upstairs and then came back.
"It could be Bolton playing a prank, don't worry about it" Ryan said.
But inside she was still reeling and scared.
It was like on of those horror movies.
Like being Stalked.
Or like one of those movies when the stupid girl goes into a house that it literally plastered with 'Forbidden' or 'Beware' signs and she goes in. And is never seen again.
But without the house bit.
She couldn't sleep tonight.
Not like this.
Poor Little Rich Girl.