High School Musical

One is bad enough

Bechon Williams was well-known at West High. She balanced being cheerleading captain and star of all the school productions easily.

But when she gets transferred to East High, she soon finds that she most likely won't be the most popular girl there, with Sharpay.

Sharpay is going to let this girl know that she doesn't run anything.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from High School Musical, only my character and this plot.

Chapter 1

Bechon woke up to the sound of her alarm clock, and she tried to turn it off, but ended up knocking it to the floor. Thank goodness their new house didn't have hardwood floors like her old one,

She stood up, and wiped her aquamarine eyes before walking over to her closet. It was her first day at East High, and first impressions were always a good thing if you were going to a new school.

Bechon looked through her clothes before finally grabbing a white lace camisole, a red blazer, and a white tennis skirt. The school's colors were red and white, and she wanted to show that she was dedicated to the school, even though it was only her first day,

Thirty minutes later, Bechon arrived at her new school, and she put her hands on her hips, surveying the scene. A bunch of cheerleaders were shaking their butts, hoping that one of the jocks would notice them, The cheerleaders at her school weren't as desperate as these,

Rolling her eyes, she went straight towards the main office, and tapped her acrylic nails against the countertop while waiting for her schedule to print out. Suddenly the door burst open, and a tall blonde entered the office, a angry expression on her face. Behind her was a guy who looked like he followed the girl wherever she went.

"Okay, where's the girl I'm supposed to be showing around?" she barked, her hands on her hips.

"I think you're talking about me. I'm Bechon Williams, from West High," she said, extending her arm,

"I'm Sharpay." She shook the girls' hand briskly and glided out of the office, obviously not wanting to start a conversation. "You're in my homeroom, with Ms. Darbus."

"She's the drama teacher," Ryan added.

"Ahh, is there any musicals coming up?"

The twins looked at each other, "Well there is, but we're getting the leads. You can try out for one of the less important roles," Sharpay said over her shoulder.

Bechon rolled her eyes again. This girl obviously thought she owned the theatre. But she was wrong.