I'm supposed to be doing coursework for ICT but I really can't be bothered...and I have no clue what to do. Okay- that was a monologue in Gabriella's point of view, obviously. The next chap is from Sharpay's point of view and how she reacts to the news.

I looked at the car until it had disappeared out of sight. I turned back and carried on walking. She had finally gone. The one person who took everything away from me that I loved had finally gone! So, why wasn't I happy? Why wasn't I jumping up and down in glee? Was it that I had gotten used to her? Nah- that's so not it. I hoped.

I got home and walked straight into my room without even telling anyone I was back. I held out the scrunched up paper in front of me. I knew who it was for. Her boyfriend. The one that would be with me if she never came to East High. A part of me knew I shouldn't read it but the devilish side of me quickly took over and I folded out the letter.

I don't' know how to say it so I'll just come straight out with. I'm leaving. I have to but the truth is I don't mind. You see, I only went out with you so I could be popular for once. You don't know what it's like to be a geek or nerd or whatever people like YOU call them! It's horrible so I thought, why not stick with you seen as we met at last New Year's Eve and it worked. I became popular.

So, I just wanted to say thank-you, for making me feel welcomed.

I'm sorry; you know I didn't mean all that. I was angry and hurt that I had to leave here, when for once everything was perfect. When I leave I usually don't mind because I never make any real friends. But, when I came here everything changed. I want you to move on without me and be happy. Keep singing and keep feeling the love for it because I hope that whenever you're singing you will be thinking of me. Please don't hate me.

I just didn't want to hurt you.

Gabriella.

Even though a paragraph was scribbled out, I could still make out the hurtful yet meaningless words she was writing to him. I laughed out loud. It was funny that sweet, innocent Gabriella could still be mean. I wondered on whether to give it to him or not. All these questions were popping into my head. Would he believe it was Gabriella? Would he believe she actually left? Would he understand what Gabriella had been going through?

At that moment I folded up the paper, slipped my coat on and walked down the stairs. No one noticed me, well, who was around to notice me anyway? In my house, people were always zooming in and out. I walked down the road turned left. I knew where he lived, about a road away from me. You see, we had been friends when we were younger but people change, not always for the best. I counted down the doors on the left-hand side, just like I used to when I was younger as I couldn't remember what number it was.

5,4,3,2,1. Number 101.

I glanced at the house in front of me. Yes, this was definitely the one. I took a deep breath after realising that I hadn't stepped foot in that house for over five years. I walked towards the front door and hoped someone was in. I knocked once and waited. The door opened and someone was looking at me with amazement.

"Well, look who remembers her way to this house?"

"Hello Mrs Bolton." I said looking up, "Is Troy in?"
"Yes in his room, I'm sure you remember where that is but after your little chat with him come back down and you and I can have a catch up. By the way you look stunning."

"Thanks."

I smiled as I walked upstairs. I always used to think of Mrs Bolton as a mother figure to me when I was younger. She seemed so kind and good-natured that nobody could hate her. I got to his door and knocked politely. I waited for it to open and when it did all I saw was a perplexed face staring at me.

"Hello Troy."

"Er..."