Tiny Toy Soldier

A High School Musical Fanfiction

Written by, WickedlyWicked

I own nothing but the idea.

Chapter 2: The Escape to Nowhere

New England, 1781

*Sorry I changed the date, it's not like this is all the way in the future, I changed it so it made more realistic.

Sorry for the confusion.*

At that exact moment Sharpay felt nothing, she was numb. Her eyes held the same blank expression it had for hours or even days. It has been a week since they captured her and in those seven days Sharpay grew weaker and weaker physically and emotionally. She was feed one meal a day and hardly any water, her eyes blinked as she watched. She watched as each red coat walked, laughed, and breathed in the cold January air. She honestly had nothing better to do; she looked down at her hands.

Her eyes trailing the tiny lines that lay on her palms, her mind escaped the cold tent as she imagined her family. Her sister's Meg and Alice, her mother Grace and father George. She smiled the first of its kind since the kidnapping.

She remembered the long summer nights were she and her young sister Alice captured light bugs. Sharpay chuckled to herself as the memory of Alice spilling all the flour all over herself countered her mind. Her thoughts were caught off as a husky voice entered the atmosphere.

Her eyes trailed up as they met with a pair of dark brown eyes. Sharpay's heart stopped as she got butterflies in her stomach, it was a feeling that she never experienced before and believe it or not she enjoyed it.

Sharpay was in awe of his beauty, he had tan skin and dark hair and what looked like an eight-pack. The young man looked about her age possibly younger but still he didn't look like the average solider, he was different.

"You don't speak much do ya?" Said the stranger as he looked at her, Sharpay didn't know what to say or even do. He was so intimidating the way he looked at her was so…unusual. He leaned back as he watched her, obviously awaiting an answer. Sharpay gulped and nodded. "Y-yes... I do."

The man chuckled and shook his head, "Why are you scared of me?" Sharpay was taken back at his statement and frowned, well this is embarrassing. She just looked at him, not daring to say another word.

"What? Never seen a big Native American before?"

Still nothing.

He sighed and looked at Sharpay.

"You're not going to talk… are you?" Moments went by as the man looked around the tent, either one not saying anything until,

"No."

He looked at her, a grin placed on his handsome rugged face. Sharpay liked it.

"So the pretty American speaks."

Sharpay blushed at his statement.

"So I heard." Said the man as he grinned, followed by a wink. She felt as though everything around her and him stopped and for once in her life she felt as if she were flying, his smile just made her weak in the knees. It was intriguing and she wanted more, needed more.

"I'm Jacob, Jacob Black. Allow me to explain myself, I was captured just like you were…well short story short I was buff and strong," His voice went to a whisper, "And those damn red coats decided I would make a great defense weapon." He smiled and Sharpay couldn't help herself from chuckling.

Troy couldn't stop thinking about her, her soft blonde hair and perfect porcelain skin, she was just, breathtaking. The way she looked so peaceful and quite made Troy so much more interested about the American. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about the enemy that way, he knew what would happen if word came out that he…liked her. It was just one of those things that would never happen. They say curiosity killed the cat, well that's exactly what happened.

Troy looked over at the tent, it was 7:00 in the evening and the need to see her again was building up in him. So he went, slowly but surely he got himself the guts to walk over there and say hello, even if it were for a few seconds. He knew that during the day she was being questioned so at night he got the perfect opportunity.

As he approached the candle lit tent, but something caught his attention, the shadow of another person. Just not any person but what looked like a man, a big man. Laughing and talking to Sharpay. He was astonished and what seemed like a new sensation, jealousy.

He recognized this man, by his shape he was that Jacob fellow, that red skinned basterd. His hands fell into a fist as his teeth clenched.

Then he remembered the feeling, the feeling he got when his wife, Gabriella was basically all over her old friend, Timothy Jones.

Gabriella. His wife.

He frowned; it wasn't like Troy to act like this with other woman. He was always faithful, but this girl, this American girl just stole his heart, and Troy wanted it back.

Jacob: His character in my story is half American and Half Native American, which is why his name is Jacob. He is 16 years old.

Sharpay: I know that in my previous chapter I say that she is 17 but I decided to change that and make her 18.

Troy: British Soldier, currently 19.

Ryan: British Soldier, 21.

Gabriella: Troy's wife, currently living in Spain.

Meg: Sharpay's little sister, 12.

Alice: Sharpay's little sister, 7.

Alright before you exit this story I need to say a few things, I am sorry about the date for the previous chapter, history is obviously not my forte. So I took some time to re-read my text books and found a pretty appropriate date, this takes place in the revolutionary war, Lexington and Concord. Yes the story takes place in New England but this is their training grounds, the actual war has not begun yet. So now to more important things, I am not a racist so please when I refer to Native Americans as red skins, and then when I talk about Sharpay's hate towards the British, I don't personally think that, I need to put myself in Sharpay's position, people in those times, especially the Americans had A LOT of hate. So please no mean messages to me about being a racist. And plus, If I truly hated Native Americans and British people why would make the two most sexiest men in the world those characters ;) Ya know what I'm sayinggggXD Also, I am sorry about the late update, It's just that I've had a very bad writers block for a while now.

Thanks,

WickedlyWicked