Gabriella's point of View

I woke up to the sunlight that filled the room. I heard a little boy running into my room, calling mommy. This is Gabriella here. I just finished my sold out concert tour. I am 28 years old and my husband, Troy Bolton, is 29. We have been married for 4 years and then I got pregnant a year later. Now, we have a 3-year-old son named Cameron. He has blonde curly hair, like Troy had when he was Cameron's age. He has my big brown eyes and tiny little nose. Other than those two genes, he looks very much like his father. Troy just got back from filming a movie last week. He is now home with Cameron and me.

We live on a private lot in Los Angles. We have a private gate and a semi-long driveway. Our house has 4 stories, including an attic and basement. We have normal rooms like any other house but a tennis court, pool, a small golf course and a gym. Cameron's room is painted blue, with blue curtains and blue comforter. Can you guess what his favorite color is?

"Mommy!" Cameron shirked, as he got on Gabriella's bed and started to jump on it.

"Good Morning, Cammi," Gabriella said, as she smiled down at her son.

Troy then walked in, setting the breakfast down on the side table.

"Good Morning," Troy replied, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"Breakfast in bed I see. Thank you," Gabriella said as she pulled away from the kiss.

"Mwe and daddy made bweakfast for you," Cameron stated as he climbed towards his mom. Gabriella then carried him onto her lap and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She then started to eat breakfast.

After Gabriella finished her breakfast, Troy took the dishes downstairs to wash them. Gabriella then walked towards a long hallway, attached to her and Troy's bedroom. This hallway had rooms that contained clothes, so technically they were closets. This hallway had 5 doors, which meant 5 closets that Gabriella and Troy shared. Cameron had his own closet attached to his room. Gabriella walked to one of the closets and put on a dark blue tank top, distressed jean capris.

Down in the kitchen, Troy had just finished the dishes. He then walked into the living room where Cameron was playing with his cars.

"Hey buddy, let's go get dressed," Troy said as he bent down and picked his son up.

"NO!!" Cameron yelled, trying to squirm out of his fathers grip. But Troy had a strong grip on him, therefore Cameron couldn't get out.

Once they got upstairs to Cameron's room, Troy started to undress him. Once Troy took his shirt and pant's off, Cameron sprinted out of the room in only his diaper.

"Mommy!" Cameron yelled as he ran past his mom in the kitchen.

"Cameron, what are-," Gabriella said, trying to contain her giggles, before she was cut off.

"Cameron get back here right now!" Troy interrupted as he ran after Cameron.

Eventually, Troy caught Cameron and carried him back upstairs.

"NO, NO, NO!!!" Cameron screamed all he way to his room.