Before I start, I just want to let you know, in this story I changed something that was in the original movie. So, the part with them in it, never actually happen. But you might not understand who it is, but in chapters to come, you will. : ) Carry on.

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"I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with the memory I'm about to tell you," Troy Bolton started, his face showing his confusion, "But I just feel like this is the thing I should be tell you all."

Everyone glanced at each other, since when had Troy "the Basketball King" Bolton become so…thoughtful? And deep?

"When I was younger, my mother was always off at the hospital. She had gotten her doctoring degree a few years early, but because of me she had to wait until I was old enough to have a baby sitter.

"My dad was always away on business trips, or away at some new town selling houses to people. So, I was really all alone." Everyone looked at their friends, everyone thinking the same thing, 'Wasn't Mr. Bolton the Gym teacher?

"Every morning, my mom would drop me off at her best friend's house for the day, and I would spend my day drawing or playing in their sandbox with her two kids." He stopped, and looked at the blonde in front of him. Realization dawned on her face, and then confusion set in.

"The first few months I was okay with it. I was having a blast with my two new friends. We'd play at their house three days a week, and then the other two we spent at the day care since their mother volunteered there.

"We me a lot of kids, but we were more often than not, always playing together.

"Their mom, soon because a second mother to me. My mom was always working, and I only got to spend a little time alone with her on the weekends, between family get-togethers, and when she went out for a nice dinner with my dad.

"When they went out for their dinner, I was shipped off to my grandma's for a night full of cheek pinching and watching the classic Disney movies.

"After a few months with my best friends and my second mother, I got grumpy. All I could think about was how I thought my mom didn't want me.

"I was young, but if you only saw your mom for a bit, and she was always in a rush when you did get to see her, wouldn't you think the same thing?

"Sure, I loved my dad, but you could say that I was more of a "momma's boy." Troy stopped, and tried to get a hold of all his thoughts, while his classmates chuckled at him.

"But, one of my best friends back then," Troy started again, his eyes flickering quickly to Sharpay before going back to the place on the ground where he was staring at before, "Told me something that really changed my perspective on everything.

"She told me that my mom was saving lives. And I thought that so unbelievably cool. My mom was like a superhero.

"But, after my best friend told me that, I asked her, 'but can't she take a day off? And spend it with me?'

"And my best friend said, 'You know your mom would love to spend a day with you. But she had a responsibility to the hospital; a responsibility to the world. If she got a day off, something might happen at the hospital, and then some people could die. Your mom is there to save them. She's there to cure them so they too can live like you and I.'

"You'd think that a five year old wouldn't be able to comprehend or say all of that, but my best friend was a very smart for her age.

"So, I thought about it, and I agreed with her. Even if I didn't get to spend so much time with my mom, she was helping others spend more time with their family.

"So I stopped trying to get my mom's attention. She would give me some time when she could.

"Or so I thought." Troy stopped, and swallowed loudly, and looked up from the ground when he heard a quiet sniffle. Sharpay had her head in her hands, and he saw small tear drop tears falling through the cracks of her hands.

Seeing his old best friend cry, was starting to get him choked up, so he hastily looked at the ground, once again.

"A few months after my best friend had given me that speech, my mom finally had a day off. She had been working non-stop for the past seven months, and her supervisor had decided she needed a break.

"So, for once in a very long time, my mom didn't bring me to my best friends' house. Instead, we stayed home together, curled up on the couch, and we revisited her childhood.

"That day, we had one of the worst thunderstorms Albuquerque had ever witness-"Troy started, but the bell signaling the end of the day rang.

Everyone whined, 'awh', since they were so into Troy's story, and they started packing their gear up when Mrs. White stopped them, "Troy, this is a great story, would you mind staying after the bell and tell us the rest of it?"

Troy shook his head, he had already started it, and he might as well finish it.

"Good. Now, whoever wants to hear it may stay."

Surprisingly, everyone stayed, except Sharpay. She hastily grabbed her stuff and practically ran out of the room.

"Okay," Troy began, trying to remember where he left off.

He stood at the front his brow furrowed in confusion, when someone spoke up.

"You and your mom made cookies while the storm went on outside." Gabriella said.

"No. We laid on the couch while worst storm to ever come to this town happened." He snapped. But then realized his mistake and said, "Thanks though."

"No problem." Gabriella said quietly.

"Right, so there was a really bad storm going on outside, and the power had eventually gone out. My mom and I had gotten out all the candles in our house and lit them on coffee table.

"We were just about to begin telling ghost stories when her cell phone rang. I had mentally groaned inside, since the hospital was practically the only place that called it. But I had also mentally kicked myself, remembering my best friend's words.

"My mom was saving people. So I shouldn't be wishing it had never rung. But that time, and that time only, I should have been.

"A bad accident had happened on one of the major roads here, and the hospital needed my mom to come in immediately.

"My mom had ushered me to blow out all the candles and get my coat. She quickly called her best friend, and I was off to their house once again." Troy swallowed again, knowing he was getting closer to the part where he never wanted to relive ever again.

There was a whimper from outside the door, but no one took much notice, besides Troy. The door was open and he could see a little strand of blonde hair sticking out.

Sharpay.

It was too bad she hadn't stayed in the class room, Troy thought. Then everyone could see that she actually did have feelings.

He felt sorry for his old best friend. But he couldn't help but wonder why she was hiding her tears from everyone.

It was no way to live.

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I'm quite proud of this story so far. It's such a joy to write, and I'm scared I'm going to get tears on the keys while writing the next chapter. I'm still not too sure how I got this memory for Troy to say, but I really like it. I love this story. Ahah. I hope your enjoying it too! Please review!