A/N- It's been so terribly long since I've updated that I wanted Sharpay to be extra out of the ordinary this time. So I hope you enjoy!
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"Sharpay!" Yelled Sharpay's mother through the living room as she searched for her daughter. They were trying to make it to the restaurant for dinner reservations but Sharpay couldn't seem to be found anywhere.
She tried the back porch and sure enough there Sharpay sat, simply looking at the clouds. "Sharpay-"
"Moo." She replied without hesitation.
Sharpay's mother rolled her eyes and ignored her. "We need to go. We have reservations."
"The stars are really nice, don't you think? At my age, everything seems to move so slowly. But I like this."
"What do you mean, at my age? You're seventeen. And the only thing that's moving slowly is your buttox. Let's get moving!"
Sharpay shook her head. "Mom...."She began, taking a deep breathe. "I think death is upon me."
"Have you been drinking?" She wondered, then yelled back into the house where her husband stood waiting, "Honey, did you remember to lock the liquor cabinet?"
"Mom, I'm not drunk. I'm just...old."
Sharpay's mother sighed impatiently. "You're seventeen Sharpay."
Sharpay turned around, tears welling in her eyes. "Don't lie to me mother. I'm 326 and I have enough wit left in me to know that."
"You did get into the liquor cabinet, didn't you?"
"Mother!" Sharpay whined. "I'm dying. Can you please stop accusing me of being a riddeled drunk? And by the way, if I wanted to drink I'm more than legally old enough to young lady."
"Sharpay Marie Evans, I swear I will paddle you!"
"LIAR!!!" She yelled, already on to her next cause. She was enjoying this too much.
"Oh, for Christ sakes!"
"LIAR!!!"
Her mother took a few deep, calming breathes just like her therapist had adviced. "Okay, fine. You stay here tonight. Be happy. Be joyful. Be 326 for all that I care. Alright, have fun. Don't cause yourself, this house, or others injury. We'll be back later. Goodnight."
"LIAR!!"
Her mother rolled her eyes once again and headed for the door. She was so tired of dealing with that girl.
Sharpay sat stubbornly for a few moments before turning around and running after her family, yelling, "Wait! I'll get lonley and those voices will come back!"
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"So, what do you want sweetie?" Sharpay's dad asked as they sat to dinner at a very nice, and fancy restaurant. He looked over at his daughter to find her starring at him with an intent look. "Honey?" He questioned.
In the next second, Sharpay reached over and plucked a hair from her father's head with a warning. With a grin she yelled in a victory, "DNA!! Ahah!"
Ryan nodded slowly, turning to his father, who was still rubbing his head. "So, I saw this brocure today about this nice place out in the country where people can go to stay for a little while." He then turned to Sharpay, talking slowly. "They even have these really cool jackets that let you hug yourself. I hear they're all the rage in Paris."
She stared at him a moment before licking her finger and sticking it on his ear. She then laughed hysterically as her father rubbed his head and her brother tried to get Sharpay's saliva from his ear. She only laughed harder when she snorted, causing many people in the restaurant to look over in wonder.
"Sharpay, what on Earth is the matter with you?" Her mother asked, sounding defeated and slightly humiliated.
"Sekacnap dna seinop ekil I." Was what she reasponded with. (Fyi, she's speaking backwards. Uncode it.)
"Oh Lord, I think she's invented her own language." Ryan muttered. "That or she's began worshiping the devil."
"Master." Sharpay responded automattically with a glazed over look.
Ryan laughed very hard at this. "Ha, I was right. Oh, thank goodness there's a reason she's acting like this."
"Ryan!" His mother scolded. "We do not commend those who worship the devil."
Ryan raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because I've seen some pictures from the seventies and you and Dad look like you weren't quite attending sunday services."
"What?" She muttered in shock, before slapping her husband's arms. "You still have those? I thought they were burned."
He shrugged. "The copies were at least."
"Oh, Lord." She muttered, putting her head in her hands, looking miserable.
Sharpay's eyes glazed over once again. "Master does not approve of such things."
They all just stared at her before Ryan just had to laugh. "Apprently neither did mom and dad back in the good old days, right Ma? Right Pop?"
shook his head. "Ryan, shut the bleepers up."
"Gosh, why are you all so weird?" Sharpay muttered with a distaseful look. "Am I the only sane one?"
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"So, what are the plans for tonight baby?" Troy asked as he played with Sharpay's hair. They were sitting in Sharpay's living room, just talking.
She pondered this a bit. "Sushi?"
"Babe, we're in New Mexico. Think more like tacos."
"Gosh, shoot me with a tad pole for being creative."
Troy shook his head. "Sometimes your kind of creativity though makes others, how should I say this, scared for their lives."
She only blinked. "I only want sushi."
"Last time you wanted sushi we had to go fishing. And you know I love you and all, but watching you gut that fish like you did...well, it was a turn off."
"What?" She raised an eyebrow. "Can't handle a real girl?"
"No, it just...gave me flashbacks, that's all." He cringed, looking to the floor.
She shook her head. "Well I'm sorry I didn't know the difference between a butcher knife and a butter knife." She said, throwing her arms in the air. "They both have B's and K's and it's all very confusing!"
"Sharpay, have you seen my wallet?" Mr. Evans asked as he entered the room, searching around.
"Master needed shopping money." She grinend in reply.
"Very funny." He said without humor. "I'm in a hurry. I need it."
Suddenly Sharpay's face became very serious and sad. She frowned, looking a little upset. "Oh, no. Daddy, I just don't know. I'm so sorry! I'm such a dissipointment! I can't believe I've let something like this happen. I'll go pack my things. I can't imagine you wanting me here after this." She said so seldomly that both her dad and Troy tried to begin comforting her. She ignored them, making her way for the stairs, but before she would take a step up them she seemed to have a sudden thought.
She then continued to run in circles continuesly.
"Shar, what are you doing?" Troy asked as he observed this scene from the couch. Sometimes he really wondered about that girl. But hey, love, it's a funny thing.
"My tail!" She yelled. "It itches!"
Mr. Evans just stood there and blinked as he daughter chased her tail. The one that didn't exsist. "I should really talk to a doctor about this." He said before just simply deciding to buy a new wallet instead of dealing with his daughter, and leaving.
"Shar, baby." Troy said soothingly. "We've been over the tail thing."
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Well, it's not great. It's actually pretty rough. But I've only ever gotten good replies to this storya nd I was looking over them tonight and it just struck me to go ahead and begin writing. Gosh, it's been so long since I've written anything for this account.
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