Okay, you guys: Here is the first chapter. I forgot to say last time that I, unfortunately, do NOT own Maximum Ride. I also, thankfully, do NOT own High School Musical. But there is something else I need to talk about.

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Troy POV:

I felt like I forgot something.

I know that's a weird and almost stupid way to start, but hey: nobody's perfect. Especially me.

Something is missing form the picture of my life; something that was there before, but now it's gone, and I know I better find it soon or I'm gonna fall apart.

I don't know why, but now my head is aching all the time, and I keep having these dreams 'bout some girl with wings. As in, bird wings. And she always looks really familiar, like I've known her my entire life, just I can't remember her name. I know she isn't part of my imagination, because my imagination isn't all that great.

Whatever. I'll figure it out eventually.

My name's Troy Bolton, (I think…) even though I seriously hate it. I don't know why, but I keep thinking my name is something else. My personality is not a Troy at all. I don't even know where I got that name, as my dad's last name is actually Batchelder. His full name is Jeb Batchelder.

It's kind of funny. I used to think I could trust my dad on anything, but these last days he has been acting pretty suspiciously, like he's up to something he shouldn't be doing. And sometimes I walk into the room he is in. Normal, right? But he's talking on the phone, and then he always stops talking when I come in. So it got me thinking; am I really related to this guy? And how did I get my last name?

I go to East High in Albuquerque, New Mexico with my best friend, Chad. And, as much fun it really has been talking to you, I've got to go pack my bags. My family (???) is going on vacation for winter break, which means basketball, basketball, basketball.

Unfortunately, basketball seems to be the life I'm stuck with, because I'm the captain of the team at school. And my dad is the coach.

Chapter 1- the Start of Something New

"Gabi, its New Years Eve. Enough reading." My mom swept into the room and gently took the book out of my hands.

Incase you haven't figured it out yet, I was on vacation with her and my little sister, Angel, at a ski lodge, somewhere in the world. Thanks to my mom's law firm we move all the time, so I never get a chance to make real friends. So, instead of celebrating the New Year with my nonexistent best buds, my mom dragged Angel and me to this lovely snow pile.

I looked up into her eyes, and for a moment the smell of chocolate chip cookies and images of Arizona flashed through my mind. What was that all about?

"But mom, I'm almost done!" I said, desperately reaching for my book.

"The teen party? I laid out your best clothes. Come get ready." She grabbed my hand, but I planted my feet in the ground.

"Can I at least have my book back?" I pleaded. She looked hesitant, then handed it over with a resigned expression. She's a great mom.

"Thank you." I said, while smiling, and went to get ready.

This was going to be a real party. (Note: It's called sarcasm.)

Troy's POV:

Huh. So here I am, at the ski lodge with my dad, aka the Suspicious/Mysterious Basketball Coach. Oh, joy.

"Keep goin' left, Troy. Got to come to the Championship Game more expecting. "

Who cares about the stupid Championship game? Oh, yeah. He does. I'm supposed to. Funny, right now I feel like I have bigger problems. Just I don't know what they are. Back to Basketball, now.

"By going left?" I had my back to him, but I could imagine his face: Sweaty, bored, but excited at the same time. Bored with me, excited 'bout 'ball.

"Yeah! He looks middle, you take it downtown!" I nod my head.

"Alright. Like this?" I fake right, then turn to the left and spin 180 degrees, so I face my dad and the hoop. I meet his eyes for a split second, and feelings I don't understand engulf me; confusion, resentment, love, mistrust. But I just ignore it and shoot. The ball sails upward in a perfect arc, and sinks into the net. I cheer without feeling, mentally storing what happened earlier into my mental filing cabinet under 'EXAMINE AT FIRST CHANCE'. Yeah, I know I'm crazy. No need to rub it in.

"Boys?" my mom called as she came into the room, looking like a grasshopper in her green velvet dress.

"Did we really fly all this way to play more basketball?" I glance at dad, and again, with eye contact comes a rush of memories; a house on a cliff, the smell of antiseptic, sort of vague happiness, then extreme anger. What is wrong with me?

I mentally shook my head, and at the same time, dad and I say, "Yeah." Oh, yeah. The answer to the basketball question.

Mom looked annoyed. "It's the last night of vacation! The Party?" Dad nodded, like he knew. "Right. The party. New Years Eve."

"Troy, there's a kids party in the freestyle room." Mom gestured downstairs and I realized she was talking to me. Sorry. Spacing out again.

"Kids Party?" This was going to be fun.

"Young adults!" She snapped. "Now go! Shower up!" I bounced the ball and dribbled towards her.

"One more!" She rolled her eyes in an exasperated way.

"One more!" I held out one finger so that she had a visual reference.

"Last one," dad added. If he was my dad. We got into position, and then I spun and jumped, doing the new trick he just taught me. Perfect Shot. As I was in the air, it seemed like I stayed up there longer than I should have. Sound in the background faded out, and I was just hanging in the air next to the hoop. I hesitantly dropped the ball in, and sound came rushing back. I landed gently on the ground, and dad clapped me on the back. "Now that's the way to end it!"

Maybe I'm just paranoid, but it seemed sort of like he was staring at me. That was when I suddenly became aware of the fact that anyone could have seen me up there. Seen me hanging in the air next to the hoop.

But nobody else felt the itching in between my shoulder blades, how at home I felt in the sky. It was almost as if I had, well, as if I had…

…Wings.

Gabriella POV:

I glanced in the mirror. Long, blonde hair, fair skin, light blue long sleeved top and black pants. I looked good, but I didn't look like me. Focusing all my energy on the image in the mirror, I thought about the way I normally look, the way I should look. As I watched, the image changed to my usual dark hair and coffee colored skin.

That had been happening a lot lately. The whole wrong-image-in-the-mirror thing. Which is funny because I have never looked like that in my life. I've always been Gabriella, and Gabriella always has dark hair and caramel skin. Something was going on…

Just then, Angel came into the room, holding her head in her hands. Oh, no.

"Angel, what's wrong?" I cried, moving away from the mirror and reaching over to hug here. "What happened?" I swear, if anybody hurt my baby sister, I was going to hurt them, big time.

Angel cringed, and said, "I'm okay, Gabi. I just have a headache. A really big one." But from the look on her face, I could tell there was something else. Something she wasn't telling me, and that made me feel really bad.

"Gabriella." Angel said sternly, and I was amazed at how much power and control she could put into her sweet nine-year old voice. I could tell she was going to be a leader someday.

"I'm seriously fine," she told me. "And trust me on this: if it gets any worse, you will be the first to know." She smiled at me. "Okay?"

Angel is a great kid.

"Okay." I said, smiling back. I gave her an extra hug for good measure, and then got up. "Time for party torture!"

Angel suddenly stopped smiling, which is not a good sign.

"What?" I asked. Now I was worried.

"Uh, just…Don't be surprised if something unexpected happens. Try to make the most of it. Do you promise?" Her blue eyes were staring intensely into mine, her voice filled with emotion.

"What exactly am I promising, again?"

Angel sighed, and looked at the floor. "I'm not exactly sure myself," she admitted weakly. "But if you meet someone you…I don't know the right phrase. Click with? Connect with?"

"You mean, someone I feel like I can trust, or someone I like?" I asked sort of getting the idea.

"Yeeaaahhh," Angel said slowly. "Or maybe, you feel like you know them, but you can't remember where they're from. If you meet someone you think is important, take the time to talk to them. Okay

I'm usually a really shy person, so I definitely wouldn't do this for just anybody. But something in the back of my head said, "Listen to her!" So I did.

"Alright. But I want you to know you're the only person, only person, I would do this for. And don't expect me to do it again!"

Angel's grin was blinding. She hugged me so hard I almost suffocated, and then kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks, Gabi! You are the best big sister in the Whole Wide World! And remember, whatever happens, I will be with you 100 percent of the way!"

Aww! She is so cute! "Okay Ange. You're the best, too. But now I have to go to the party, or nothing will happen! Sorry, I take that back. Mom will yell at me, which is definitely something."

She giggled. "Alright. Bye, Gabi! I love you!"

"Love you, too, Angel. See ya!"

And with that I grabbed my book and headed out the door.

The party was cool, I guess, if you like bad karaoke, and lots of LOUD NOISE. I just found a chair and tried to finish my book.

But then the music stopped.

Somebody said, "Now who's gonna rock this house next?!"

And all of the sudden a spotlight was shining on me.

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