AN: Yippie. Were almost out of the past so please bare with me(:...but I like the past! lol. so heres this chapter! :D

Past:

Everyday excluding Winter and Spring break was all they had with each other the past two years. They all became very good best friends having play dates all the time and being so close that the end of kindergarten had come up. Previously being in pre-school made them branch out being different and more outgoing children. They all were five now having very fun and close birthdays. Sharpays birthday was January 8th, Chad's was February 14th, Troy's was March 4th, and Gabriellas was April 4th. Gabby began to have a little crush on Troy after all the time that he spent with her. She quickly grew out of that phase after Isabella turned 9 and had a liking for boys. Finally on their graduation day from this place, They all were moping around being sad about things. After they had graduated, they all celebrated at Sharpay's house having cookies and milk. The parent's watched them as they looked like teenagers who graduated from highschool.

"I'm going to miss you guys alot!" Gabby threw out there.

"Me too! We are going to be busy as first graders!" Troy added

"We'll never see each other again." Sharpay commented. Chad remained silent.

"Hey, you guys act like its college or something. I promise you guys will all see each other." Maria and Lucielle had said.

"Yeah but still. Sharpay and Gabby are going to the private school and Troy and Chad are going to public school." Sharpay's mother had added.

"Well, hang out this summer! Problem's fixed!" Roberto had blurted out and everyone had looked at him like he was crazy. Troy looked over to Gabby who rolled her eyes at the remark her father made. He knew that Gabby had issues with him.

"Hey."

"Hi." She whispered.

"Wanna go out on the swing set?"

"No. I'm okay. He has been stupid lately." She gave him a smile and he smiled back.

"That's alright with me!"

3 years later.

After leaving all the old childhood memories behind, Sharpay and Gabriella had made it to more and better exciting things. Entering Saint Augustine Private school, they became smart, beautiful intellectual students. The past was behind them because after they left the kindergarten, everyone lost touch and Troy and Chad were nothing to them anymore. Both were now in 3rd grade and over at her house for some studying and cookies.

"Where's your mom?" Sharpay had asked. The lovely 8 year old had glowed with her blonde curly hair, and her very nice sun kissed tan. The girl grew up just a little making her look cute, and mature. She looked over to her best friend Gabriella who made the biggest change. Gabriella's insane yet adorable curly hair had now softened into loose curls, her face had morphed slightly into a beautiful face just like her mothers, and her body grew really tall having her becoming taller then Sharpay while as she was taller when they were 4 & 5.

"I have no clue. She said she was going to be home late today." The TV in the background was loud due to Isabella. She was turning the music up purposly.

Sharpay sighed and spoke louder. "I wish she was here. I love your mom." Gabriella paused and felt a horrible feeling.

"I miss her too and I just saw her 8 hours ago." She looked over to her friend and gave her the look that demanded, 'I need a hug'. Sharpay ran over and hugged her.

"Maybe she'll bring you home something!" Gabriella giggled and looked at Sharpay.

"You're kidding right?"

"I dunno! She bought you a present last time she was gone along time."

"She doesn't treat me like that."

"Oh yes she does." Isabella added getting off the couch. The now 12-year-old had grown so imperfectly. Looking very beautiful, her hair had turned completely straight, her skin complexion had faded into a lighter color, and her body had looked more curvy and slimmer. Nothing like Gabriella. Her soul however had changed to more of a darker

"Shut-up Iz."

"Make me." She walked over in her annoying little grunt and grabbed Gabby's cookie and threw it across the room and spilled her milk on her uniform. Gabby squealed. "Shut up. That's the noises pigs make. Don't make yourself look more like a pig then you already are." And with that she left. Gabby looked at her uniform, rolled her eyes and changed qucikly. As she returned, Sharpay began to pack up and leave.

"I'll call you when I get home." She hugged her and left. Gabriella looked over to the TV and noticed the weather man announcing the reports.

"Today later on, expect some heavy showers of rain falling in a 70-80% chance of rain. It will carry thunderstorms so be concious on the roads." The phone began to ring startling Gabby.

"Hello?"

"Gabriella! I'm going to be late today. I will see you shortly."

"Okay, bye mom. I love you."

"I love you too so much sweet girl. Kisses."

"Kisses." And she hung up. There was something up.

After Sharpay left, the rain began to pour harder and the sun had hid from the world. Isabella smiled at such a thing since this weather was her was pouring in the streets giving her a horrible feeling in her stomach. Gabriella looked out the window sad and lonley while as Isabella looked down on her in envy. They both felt susipision when a black car pulled up with a man who came out of it, that made his way to the door. Their dad who was getting the mail greeted the guy then listened to the man resulting with a fall on his immediatly got a lump in her throat. Both Gabby and Izzie got scared.

"Where's mommy?" She asked frightfully.

"Ssh! I'm trying to see what's going on." Gabby gets up and runs outside into the rain crying hard. She had a feeling that her mom wasn't going to come home that night.

Maria Montez died that horrible night. Along with two other casualties, she was in her car on her way home from work. When Gabriella heard the news, she became very quite and didn't talk to anyone. Roberto heard her cry at nights only and that was all he could decipher. Isabella was shaken up over this too. All her life she had wanted her mother dead and now that she is, Gabby's a mess, Her father would cry at random times, and she never felt anything. She felt so bad about this because after all, she felt that it was her fault. On the morning of her wake, Isabella walked to Gabby's room and knocked on the door. She walked in.

"Gabby. It's time to go." She said softly. Gabby was lying on her bed dressed and ready to go, but she didn't want to go. She had felt that if she saw her mom in a casket, she couldn't do anything. Gabby rather shaked her head and sat up. She didn't say a word the past week to anyone.

"Gabby...Come on sweetie." She walked over to her and grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her room and to the wake.

At the Bolton household:

Lucielle finished washing the dishes and looked over to the newspaper again. Her friend that she briefly knew for two years was dead. All she could think about was Gabriella. That beautiful little girl loved her mother so much when they were in pre-school that it broke her heart. When she came over in the summer before kindergarten, she told Lucielle about Isabella and how her dad were completely different. Lucielle shakes her head and feels emptiness in her stomach. Troy comes running down the stairs.

"Hey mom. What's wrong?"

"Rememeber you're friend Gabriella from pre-school and kindergarten?"

"Somewhat. Why?"

"Her mom died."

"Wow. That stinks."

"Yeah. Were going to go to the funeral tommarow to give Gabby a condolence."

"Shes going to be really sad."

"I know sweetie. I promise you no matter what, I will always love you okay?"

"I love you too mom." He hugs her feeling sad.

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The funeral went horrible for her. All of her family was there crying and being sad while the beautiful girl was sitting in a chair staring at her dead mom the whole time. Her aunt had noticed the pain in her heart while everyone just moved on with their life. She made her way to Roberto and poked him angrily.

"Roberto. Have you talked to your daughter?" Aunt Mimi's accent was thick and strong straight from cuba. Her 'R's' rolled off her tounge flunetly and her voice sounded as sweet as her soul. Isabella finished talking to someone and sat next to Gabby trying to talk.

"I've tried but she doesn't say anything."

"I think you should take her to counseling. 8-year-olds are supposed to talk."

"She just lost her mother, I wouldn't blame her."

"She did loose her mother, but she hasn't told anyone anything in the past week am I not mistaken." That was the truth. He looked over to her emotionless face. He felt really bad and never wanted her heart to ever be broken again. He now made it his mission to make her the happiest, most gorgeous girl he could ever have. If she left his sight or the house, there would be this danger. His mission was simple: To keep her safe and to keep her in. Isabella held onto her sister and felt like crying.

"Gabby, you need to talk. This isn't helping." No response. "I know it might seem like I hate you right now but...Mom would want you to talk. She would want you to cry and everything." Gabby shook her head. "Just consider talking for me okay?" She got up and looked at Gabby again who stared at the casket.

_sf_

The next day the funeral had unfortunatly come. Lucielle Bolton was dressed in black like the way it always is. She looked at her husband.

"Jack." She whispered.

"Yes sweetie?"

"Did you see Gabriella yesterday. I mean, we stopped by to say we-"

"She looked very different."

"It hurts me too much to see that. I want to talk to him so much about her but...He wouldn't care." Jack Bolton got up and hugged his wife releasing with a kiss on her forehead.

"She will get out of it. And if she doesn't, we can talk to him okay?" They both looked into each others eyes leaning in for a kiss when-

"Mommie...I'm going to be sick." They looked over to their son who had 4 red dots on his face.

"Chicken pox." They both mumbled. The funeral wasn't going to happen today.

_sf_

The sun shone so bright, the day had just started, and else where life was thriving. Not here. She sat by the casket as they lowered it down. Gabby began to cry hard and for her first words, they were heart breaking.

"MOMMIE COME BACK!" Everyone looked at her sadly and some began to cry aswell. Gabby wanting to see her mother again, she leaned into the grave. Their Aunt Mimi got up and grabbed her holding onto her. "I want my mommie back!" She cried hard into her shoulder. Everyone couldn't even see the pain she was going through. How would this girl live without a higher authority in the household. How would Gabriella live the rest of her life.

well that was sad. :\ please review and i will update. oh btw, _sf_ is my paragraph splitter. so yeah.

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