A/N: Let me start off by saying I'm very disappointed at the number of reviews. I know I'm not that bad of a writer. So it really only take a couple of seconds to hit the "go" button and type "update", at least. I'm hoping for better luck this time. Here's the next one shot. I'm only putting this up because I'm bored. Normally, this number of reviews wouldn't persuade me to post. Anyway, I'm done with my rant. Here we go.

Picture to Burn

State the obvious,
I didn't get my perfect fantasy
I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy
That's fine; I'll tell mine you're gay
And by the way...

Troy and I were a couple once. I know, I know. "The ice queen and the basketball star? In love?" It's true. I wasn't the ice queen a while ago. Troy didn't play basketball. We were just two normal teenagers trying to start high school together. In some ways, I'm glad it ended. I guess we weren't perfect for each other. Troy began to fall more in love with basketball than with me. Everyone only calls me an ice queen now because of his stupid rumors. All of his basketball buddies think I'm crazy... I'm not sure they even know that Troy loved me once. I tried to spread rumors about him too. No one believed me.

I hate that
stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned you're
Just another picture to burn

Well, let me tell you, Troy wasn't as perfect as he seemed. Sometimes, he got on my last nerve.

FLASHBACK

"Troyyy! Pretty please let me drive?" Sharpay begged her boy friend to let her drive his truck for the millionth time. For the millionth time, Troy replied,

"No, Pay." He shook his head. "It's brand new. I don't want you to ruin it." Sharpay sighed and hopped in the passenger's seat, unsatisfied.

END FLASHBACK

And that's pretty much how it went. He never let me drive his truck, he never let me wear his clothes. He was pretty selfish. You don't even know how much I hate that stupid truck now. I never really liked it, actually. I was just tired of Troy being in control of me.

There's no time for tears,
I'm just sitting here
planning my revenge
There's nothing stopping me
From going out with all of your best friends
And if you come around saying sorry to me
My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be

I'm sick of crying over that boy. He's done me enough trouble as it is. I can't spend my extra time wasting tears on his selfish self. But... I'm a little confused. I still kinda love him. Somewhere in my heart, I can't forget my first love. He did do many stupid things to me, though. I want to plan revenge, but it's harder than it seems. I tried dating Zeke, you didn't care. You have Gabriella now. I give up. I'm done with you.

'cause I hate that
stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned you're
Just another picture to burn

FLASHBACK:
"Troy... do you love me?" Sharpay asked. Her and her boy friend were sitting side by side on Sharpay's living room couch watching a movie. Neither of them were paying much attention, they were lost in each other's eyes.

"Do you love me?" Troy responded.

"I asked you first!" Sharpay pouted.

"Fine. Yeah. I... love you, Pay," Troy said, stuttering at a few parts.

"I love you too."

END FLASHBACK

Troy Bolton never loved me. I don't know how or why I believed him. He was a horrible lier. I wish he would've dumped me sooner, so I wouldn't have such a broken heart.

If you're missing me,
You'd better keep it to yourself
Cause coming back around here
Would be bad for your health...

Troy, if you're out there, I will find you. I will get revenge on the only boy who ever broke my heart. I'm done being broken because of him.

I really really I hate that
stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned you're
Just another picture to burn

Sharpay closed her diary and pulled a box out from under her bed. Inside was pictures of her and Troy.

"We look so happy," she sneered. She brought the box downstairs to her fireplace. One by one, Sharpay tossed the pictures into the fire. She watched with a smile on her face and the flames licked up the photos so there was nothing left but ashes.

"Goodbye Troy Bolton. Goodbye forever."

A/N: So there you have it. One shot number two. I'm serious about the review thing. Just click the go button and type a few words. That's all.