OMG!!! HSM 2 was amazing! It was better than amazing! I screamed like every five seconds that night, I was that excited. Its my new favorite movie. Out of ten, I give it a 745989467493759768954768954678954984968459 multiplied by a google. Do you know how big a google is? Its a number with 100 zeroes on the end. ONE HUNDRED ZEROES!
Okay, so Troy has to fix everything, and Sharpay and Ryan still deserve to die. Don't be surprised if I write them a slow, painful death sequence. Okay, so I wouldn't write something like that. Well, I at least wouldn't put it on this website. But that doesn't mean I haven't written it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing from HSM. But someday I will.
Thanks For That Miracle
Chapter 6
Desperate Attempts and Prayers
Troy sat on his bed. He wondered where he should start.
Should he start at the source of it all, Ryan and Sharpay's house? Or should he go to Gabriella's house and try to explain everything?
He decided to go to the Montez residence and try to convince Gabriella that he was telling the truth. If that didn't work then he would go to Ryan and Sharpay's house and try to open their eyes to what they did.
He ran down the stairs and grabbed his car keys. He locked the door to his house, then walked over to his car. He opened the door and started the engine. He began to drive to Gabriella's house.
He sat in his car outside of her house, he had just realized that he had nothing to say. "Well," he said to his empty car, "might as well wing it."
He walked up to her door, thinking of thousands of things to tell Gabriella. He started knocking. Gabriella's mom opened the door.
"Oh, Troy. Hello. Gabriella isn't here right now. I'll tell her you came by though."
"Wait, Ms. Montez. I know it's not my business, but could you tell me where she is?"
Gabriella's mother searched his face, then said, "I don't know. She said it in kind of a rush, but I think she's at some boy's house."
"Who's house? Do you remember his name?"
"Well, it was something like…um…Evan I think."
"Evans." Troy growled. Ms. Montez looked surprised at his reaction. He then just said "Thanks, Ms. Montez. I have to go now."
Troy jumped into his car and yelled as loud as he could. He started the ignition and sped away to the Evans family household.
He hated Mrs. Evans for getting pregnant with twins, or even getting pregnant at all. He hated the other car driver for not swerving out of the way. He hated the ambulance for not getting there fast enough, maybe they could have saved her memory if they had gotten there earlier. He hated himself for not paying attention to the road. He hated Sharpay and Ryan for being so devious.
At that moment, he hated almost everyone but Gabriella.
He recklessly parked his car and darted out onto the sidewalk. He ran to the Evans' door and knocked so hard that his fist turned red. It was answered by Mr. Evans.
"Oh, hello sir. Are you a friend of Sharpay or Ryan?"
Troy looked him up and down. He looked like the high class kind of guy that spoiled his children to death and thought of them as angels. If only he knew.
"Um, yes. I'm a friend of Ryan's. I'm kind of in a rush, can you tell him to come to the door."
"Sure. RYAN! THERE'S SOMEONE AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!" Mr. Evans then walked away.
Ryan walked down the hallway to the door. When he saw Troy his eyebrows went up.
"Bolton. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just here for the slumber party. Now let's go do each others hair and make up! WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M HERE FOR?!"
Ryan just laughed. "You can't come in to see Gabriella."
"Look, dude. I know I can't talk any sense into your sister, but, you. You're a good person underneath. How can you live with yourself?"
Ryan sighed. "I was feeling bad at first, until I found something out. Gabriella? Great kisser."
Troy lunged at Ryan. He started to punch him anywhere he could. A minute later, he heard footsteps. He got off of Ryan and ran out the door.
He felt his heart sink as he heard Gabriella scream, "RYAN! OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY?! SHARPAY! COME QUICK!"
Troy immediately drove away. He pulled into his driveway.
He slammed his car door shut and went into his house. He locked himself in his bedroom and sat, thinking.
What could he do now? Who could help him? He sat thinking for ten minutes.
He had only gotten one idea, and he just dismissed it every time it went into his head. But now he started to really think about it.
He wasn't a very religious person, but he could try. So he closed his eyes, and started to pray.
"Look, God. I know I'm not a Saint or anything. But I need you to do something for me. Can you please give Gabriella her memory back? I need a miracle. What me and Gabriella have, well, had, was true love. And I need that back. I'll die without her, I really will. Please, just help me this once. Please just give me a miracle."
Troy opened his eyes, and sighed. What was he thinking? Praying. He's lost Gabriella, and he just needed to get over it. But he knew he couldn't. He lied back down on his bed.
He could feel his eyelids getting heavy, and the next thing he knew he was asleep.
Gabriella was sitting in Sharpay's bedroom. Sharpay was watching TV. Gabriella looked over at Ryan. He was sitting in a pink desk chair. She couldn't believe she had kissed him. It hadn't felt right.
She suddenly felt light headed. She didn't know why, but suddenly she felt like she had made a mistake.
"Guys, I'm going to go home. I feel kind of sick."
Sharpay just nodded and Ryan spun his chair. Gabriella got up and walked out of the room.
She felt woozy, and stumbled out the door. She started to head home. She was so dizzy that she didn't even notice that she had remembered the way back to her house.
Gabriella walked through her door and up to her room. She laid down on her bed. She hadn't even felt this dizzy when she had gone on the swings ride at an amusement park and it broke. She had been spinning for two hours.
Wait, how can I remember that? Gabriella thought. But before she could think about it anymore, she passed out.
Yay! Gabriella can remember! But what about Troy? Can she get him back? Wait until tomorrow to find out!!! Please review.
