Troy Bolton has entered text.
What's up, it's me. Troy. So my mom bought me this digital journal that's programmed to look like you're IMing someone. And now she's just pushed me into my room and said, "WRITE!"
So I'm writing. Still writing. Thinking. Typing, actually. God, what's wrong with me? My brain's been feeling like mush lately. All disoriented and fuzzy, but it's all okay when I'm around Gabriella. Man, that girl. It's so amazing how we just clicked! I can't seem to function without her now. She's like my other half, and all this brain weirdness disappears when I'm around her, but it always seems to come back even stronger after she leaves. I can't concentrate on anything when she's not around, not even basketball. That's why I'm encouraging her to become a cheerleader. I play better when she's in the stands. I do everything better when she's around. I mean, she's grown up a lot since she's arrived. Like she's a different girl. I hope she's not changing because she feels like she needs to live up to my basketball man status. She's become more mature, and talks more now to everyone, and more social…and yet at the same time, she's still my sweet, lovely Gabriella…
This is turning into a monologue about Gabriella's virtues. I could write about it all day but I better pause and write about what happened today. Nothing much, actually. Just the usual. I had basketball practice, which I did awfully at because Gabriella didn't show up. She said she was going to, but apparently she got dragged off by Darbus for a costume fitting. She looks great as Minnie. So then we practiced our lines in front of a pretty full auditorium, and then we all came over here to my place. But my dad had guests over, so we needed to go somewhere else. Ryan Evans said that we could head to his place and that we'd be fine if we didn't disturb Ice Bitch Sharpay. Ryan's a pretty cool guy, actually. A little too clingy to Gabriella, though, he's always around. Then again, everybody is.
So we get to the Evans' mansion and head in, and not knowing what to do, Gabriella decided that she wanted to talk to Sharpay. Gabriella is so sweet! She seriously said she wanted to know how Sharpay was doing, and that she hoped the other girl felt all right after her huge fall in power. So Ryan brought us up to Sharpay's room- it was just a normal door, I was expecting some glittery pink spectacle- and knocked for a long time. She finally opened the door a crack to talk to us. Ryan pushed it open more and we all went inside. It was pretty cool. Not as gaudy as I expected, but a little too juvenile for a high schooler. Like, which sixteen-year-old still hangs up ballet slippers? It's just a little weird. Gabriella didn't think it was weird though, she thought they were interesting. But when she tried to look more closely at them, Sharpay just about bit her head off! That blonde bitch has serious issues. She made Gabriella cry! Of course, then everyone started yelling at her. Just what she deserved. Even Ryan was scolding her, that's how mean she was to Gabriella. So then we left. It wasn't the greatest night, especially seeing my baby Gabby cry. I'm never going to let my baby around Sharpay again. Poor Ryan. Imagine having to live with her.
I think I've written enough for now. Gonna call Gabriella now.
Troy