Okay, there was a slight mistake in the other chapter. "Mouse brown bob"? "Blue couch"?I totally slapped myself when I caught it. It's a BLACK AND WHITE sitcom. Just ignore it, Please.

"You're lying." I whispered harshly, still frozen on the couch. "This can't be happening."

"Actually, it is." I looked back to the television screen. It was the repairman. "You are in Pleasantville." he looked so happy. I stood up and looked down at my grotesque outfit, a poodle skirt and sweater. I crawled to the television on my knees.

"This is insane!" I said a little louder. "What... what about Zeke?" the television flashed to Zeke. At our front door. He knocked and waited only two seconds before screaming, "Bitch!" at the high-gloss wood and stalking back to his car. "He thinks I stood him up?" my eyes widened.

"I've waited years and years to find a fanatic like your brother back there." he pointed. I was afraid his finger was going to come through the screen. I turned to see Ryan as freaked out as me.

"This is all your fault, you bastard." I cried.

"Look, I gotta go," the repairman grinned. "Your show's coming on." the television went blank.

"Sara Estelle?" I heard again.

"That's you." Ryan whispered.

"Roger, son!" a man's voice came. "Come and eat breakfast."

Ryan ushered me into the next room. A literal picture perfect kitchen. He sat me down at a fold-out chair next to him. Why was he going along with this? I had to fight the urge to jump up and right out of that freaky house.

"Eat up, dear." the woman placed a plate heaped with breakfast foods in front of me.

"Oh... I couldn't eat all that." I shook my head and laughed nervously at the mountain of food in front of me.

"Of course you can." she smiled, drownig everything in syrup. "And you'd better hurry."


I plopped down next to the old-fashioned car in our driveway, not caring if I ruined my unflattering poodle skirt. "Are we actually gonna go to school?" I asked, holding my stomach.

"We have to." Ryan assured me. "We can't mess with their universe, Sharpay. There's a certain way things work around here and if something goes wrong, there's a good chance that we're gonna get stuck here."

"I don't know if I can do this." I stood up, walking down the driveway, Ryan next to me. "I'm really scared, Ryan. I..."

"Hiya, Sara Estelle." I looked up from my hideous saddle shoes to see a smiling face in a convertible-type car. "Is everything swell?"

My eyes widened. But words couldn't come out. If Troy Bolton came in black-and-white and sat in a convertible-like car, that was him right in front of me. As I continued to choke, he just gave me another grin before beginning to pull away. "I'll see you at school." he smiled.

"Who... who was... Troy?" I asked, incredulously.

"That was supposed to be Tim Roberts." Ryan shook his head. "I mean... if we're in the episode I think we're in..."

"Does he like me?" I asked, smiling.

"As a matter of fact... he does."


"The one with the short light bob is Sara Sue..." Ryan whispered in my ear as I looked across the school lawn to my waving "friends".

"They all have the same hairstyle, Ryan." I snapped back. "Get a little more detailed, please."

"Sara Sue." he pointed. "Sara Jane. Sara Ellen. Get it straight." he snapped. "Becuase here they come." He pushed me forward.

The three of them simultaneously gave me a bright, fake smile. "Good morning, Sara Estelle." Sara Sue waved, continuing to smile. "Golly, I sure do like your poodle skirt." she clasped her hands together and rocked back and forth on her saddle shoes. "So what's happening after school today?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"I... uh..." I pressed my lips together, glancing to Ryan. His eyes were wide. "Uhhhmmmm..." I stalled, hoping for a miracle. Like the first bell. "Oh, well, would you look at that." I let out a sigh of relief hearing the shrill bell come from the school. "We can't be late, now can we girls?" I smiled brightly.

"Oh, Sara Estelle." Sara Jane linked her arm with mine, "You're all about the jets, now aren't you?" Sara Sue linked with Sara Jane and Sara Estelle took my other arm.

I smiled. "You got that right." I laughed, having no clue in hell what "being all about the jets" was. (A/N: For the record, it means having brains or being smart. Google is totally awesome.)

They led me into the school, Ryan at our heels. Probably linking this freaky nightmare to what he had always lounged on our leather couch at home watching. I sighed, suddenly missing home. Before I knew it, we were standing in front of a locker. I stood frozen.

"Well this is yours, isn't it?" Sara Jane giggled, opening it for me. "Golly gee, what's up with you today, Sara Estelle? You're being such an odd-ball." she shook her head.

"Maybe she found out about Tim." Sara Sue grinned. "We hear he's gonna ask you on a date." she smiled excitedly. Troy?

Ryan gasped. "That reminds me... I need to be somewhere. See ya, Sharpay." he waved before storming down the hall in these absolutely hideous pair of loafers.

"What's a sharpay?" Sara Ellen laughed over another bell.

"Tell us later, we're going to be late for class!" Sara Sue wisked us away.


"Uhhh... what's... you know...outside of Pleasantville? At the end of Main Street?" I finally found the courage to ask.

Every head turned to me in shock. "Oh, Sara Estelle." Miss Parker, our teacher chuckled. "Surely, you know the answer to that." she used her wooden pointer and found Main Street on her simple chalk diagram. "The end of Main Street is just the beginning again." she answered with a dreamy smile. I felt my stomach drop. I could cross walking out of Pleasantville off of my list.

A bell sounded again. "That's all for now, class." she smiled brightly as we filed out of the classroom.

"That sure was a crazy question, you asked, Sara Estelle." Sara Sue giggled just as Tim Roberts approached.

Sara Sue, Sara Ellen, and Sara Jane all took a step back. "Hi, Tr... Tim." I smiled shyly, clasping my hands together behind my back and rocking on my shoes like Sara Sue had.

"I was just wondering..." he nervously scratched the back of his head. "Would you like to go to the Maltshop with me? I mean... the whole team's going down and..."

I glanced over Tim's shoulder to see Ryan sprinting down the hall, waving his arms. He slid to a stop just a few feet behind Tim. He mouthed, "Say yes." and nodded vigorously.

"I would love to." I smiled before linking arms with my three newest friends and walking away.

Honestly, I don't think I was ever going to say no.

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