Hey, y'all. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I just got back from M Fuge in Nashville, aka, the best Baptist camp ever!!! I loved it! Carter rox! Well back to the story. Hope this chapter is longer. Plus, when I wrote my first draft of this story, and I re-read it, I hated it. This one is better. Enjoy!
As I began with my trek of shame on the 8 year old mobile, I noticed many kids I knew arriving at school in their cars, walking, and other various, less embarrassing modes of transportation. Most who I didn't know were laughing their heads off. Those who I did were just trying to hide it. Troy and Gabriella were trying to rush to class, avoiding any glances in my direction. Taylor and Chad were running after them, giggling to themselves. Jason and Kelsi soon joined them, and I quickly began to pick up on what they were murmuring amongst themselves.
"Nice bike, Ryan" "What? Sharpay pick that bike out for you, too?" and the like.
Apparently, although I was close enough to hear them talking, I was a little too close. A little too close to a tree, in fact. As soon as I realized it, I was heading straight into a tree. When I hit it, the bike's overly pink rubber tires bounced off of the trunk, and I ricocheted right into a girl. And not just any girl. A girl I didn't know. She was average height, with brown hair. I wasn't quite sure if she had highlights, or if her hair color was natural. It was obvious that she had spent a lot of time on her hair this morning. Being Sharpay's brother, I knew quite a lot about hair. Sadly, her hair was now a complete mess. The bike was pretty much a mess. So was she. She was probably new. I had never seen her at East High before. Being Sharpay's brother, I also knew quite a lot about everyone at school. As she began to pick up all of the stuff she had dropped in the collision, I considered talking to me. I guessed that she wouldn't want to talk to me, since I had probably just ruined any reputation she had hoped to obtain today. Or any day. I decided that talking to her wouldn't hurt. That much. I hoped.
"Hi. Can I help you with that? Sorry about that, I'm Ryan Evans. Are you new here?" I really hoped she wouldn't tune me out, which she had every right to do.
"Hi. I'm Brooke Madison. Thanks. It's okay. And yes, I am new here. How'd you know that?"
"Let's just say as Sharpay's brother, it's my job to know everyone at East High."
"Wait, your sibling's a dog?"
"No, Sharpay's my sister. She knows everything about everyone here. My parent's were a bit creative with her name, and well, they kind of gave me a name off the top of their heads. I'm with her 24/7. In her words, 'We've been in all of the school's productions"
"Productions? So, you're a drama geek, too?"
"Yeah, I'm in the Drama Clu-"
"Drama Club? I was in my old school's drama club! I love theatre! And dancing! And singing!"
"Wow! It seems that you love a lot of things. Well, we better get to class. Who do you have for homeroom?"
"Umm, let me check, Ms. Darbus."
"Me too! She's the drama director at our school!"
"Really? That's great! Let's get to class."
As we headed to Ms. Darbus' class, we discussed the productions we were in before. Right before class began, Sharpay and Zeke entered the room, with Zeke carrying her books, purse, etc. Reminds me of someone. As she took her seat, the bell rang, and Ms. Darbus appeared at the head of the classroom.
"Children! May I have your attention, please? It seems we have a new addition to our class. Everyone, please welcome, Miss, what is your name?"
"I'm Brooke Madison."
"Welcome to East High, Miss Madison. Now, class, I have another important announcement. Our spring musicale is soon approaching. This year's production will be-"
And that's where it ends. For now. I need reviews! Seriously! I am not gonna review if I don't get any more reviews! If people don't review, I think I am a horrible writer, and why bother if my writing is this bad? Excuse me for being a little dramatic, but I need to know how I am doing! It's not that hard to write a few sentences! If I don't get any more reviews, this story is going to end like this! Give me an idea for a musical. If I like yours better, I'll use yours. Mine is pretty lame. Review!
