I don't own it. Duh.


"DADDY! GET IN HERE NOW!!" I screamed as I got into our main hall. I'm sure Daddy was downstairs in our indoor basketball court doing some crap.

"Yes princess, daddy is very busy." He always treats me like I'm three. Well this princess isn't very happy at the moment!

"Screw your stupid work! You are letting the basketball coach fail me! You sign his paycheck! You pay for everything his team does! Now I get stuck with stupid Troy to spend two freaking hours with everyday! Thanks Daddy! I thought you loved me!" He frowned,

"I do, but I'm just really worried that…hey wait…Troy Bolton is your basketball tutor?" Troy Bolton is Daddy's second child. He's always so proud of him and of course Troy is very pleased to have the wealthiest man in our state praising him. But Daddy is never proud of me.

"Yes, your pride is indeed my basketball tutor. Why don't you invite him over and we can all talk about it over dinner?" I said with a smartaleck tone.

"That's a great idea. Jack and Lucy can come too…and his little sister Amy?" My face dropped,

"They've never been here before! Daddy, no one from school, except for Sharpay, has ever been to our house. I don't want Troy here!" He smiled,

"I think you and Troy will get along fine if you get to know each other. He is a very nice boy." Daddy was wearing a business suit and his blackberry was going off like crazy. I'm more important than anything…well I'm not but talking about 'The Boltons' is. He doesn't really care about me. Once I overheard my parents talking about how they wished they had a son. Well I'm sorry I have a vagina. Is it because I like to shop? Is it because I am better than everyone else? Whatever. My mother keeps asking me if I have 'hooked up' with anyone. Whatever. But anyway,

"We've known each other since kindergarten and I've hated him ever since he got animal crackers in my pink Prada tote! Get it? There are two groups in our school Montez and Bolton and no Bolton or friends of Boltons are allowed in this house." Daddy looked at me,

"You going to call the Boltons tonight and invite him and if you are rude at dinner then I will take your credit card." Harsh! Why would he ever do that?

"Whatever Daddy, but they aren't allowed in my wing of the house. That includes my den, my bathrooms, my bedroom, my pool, my theater and most importantly after and before dinner and DURING dinner, I am not going to talk to Troy." Daddy shrugged,

"Fine, you two would look awfully cute together." I'm going to ignore that comment and move on with my life.

"I'm going to work on my AP Chemistry homework." Then I stormed upstairs and kicked my Jimmy Chou flip flops on the floor and dialed the worst numbers ever.


"Troy, please stop playing basketball in the house before you break something…again." My mom said to me as I was spinning the ball on my finger instead of doing my AP Chemistry homework. Dad enrolls me into these crazy hard classes and it's so dumb.

"Sorry." Mom spoke again slowly taking the ball out of my hands.

"Go fold the towels please, and when you are done will you read Amy a book. She won't go to bed before he brother reads her a book." I let out a long deep breath.

"Sure mom." Our house was crazy loud. Dad sounded like he was banging on random things in the office. Mom was humming and cleaning the kitchen. Amy was in her room yelling/singing in the bathtub and here I am, doing nothing. Then my phone rang. I looked at it and gaped in shock.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled loud throughout the house. Mom stopped and stared at me, Dad came out of his office and even little Amy stopped singing.

"Hello?" I said slowly,

"Hi, may I speak to Troy Bolton; this is Gabriella Montez, Richard Montez's daughter." Why is she calling me?

"One moment please." I said and put the phone on mute. I looked at dad,

"It's spoiled Montez." Then I pushed the mute button again so I could hear her. She was humming some song and sounded like she was eating food.

"Hello Ms. Montez." I said in a nasty tone. I heard her gulp and speak,

"My dad wants me to invite you and your family for dinner tomorrow night." I rolled my eyes,

"Why would I want to eat around you?" She let out a long deep breath.

"My father would like to celebrate the fact that I have the most amazing basketball tutor. We are having, hold on one second," she paused for about a minute, "Lobster, the chef's special. Would you like to join us, around six thirty, in our main dining room?" Lobster dinner for a failing daughter? That must be nice.

"Where do you live?" I said slowly. I heard her take a bite of something again, jeez it's like talking on the phone with Chad.

"(address) it's not hard to miss but we will send you a driver. He will pick your family up in front of (building) at six." A driver?

"Are you going to like leave us stranded and laugh?" She took a bite of something again and spoke,

"No, my parents just adore your family." That's cool. Too bad my family doesn't adore her.

"Can you please stop eating whatever you are eating so I can understand you?" She gasped,

"Whatever. It's formal. Suits, ties, dresses, dress shoes, high heels. Get it?"

"We'll be there."


There is my tiny plot twist. Troy is middle class! He lives in the same house as he does in the movie and Gabriella lives in that typical huge house. I mean she acts so spoiled! Like it? Hate it? Review it?