Gabriella lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. A breeze came through the window. She kneeled up and looked out her open window next to her bed. The sun was beginning to set behind the horizon. The sky looked like all the colors in the rainbow were rolled into one to make a beautiful pibk-purple-orangey sky as dusk approached. It reminded her of the last time she saw Troy Bolton, her ex-boyfriend.
She pulled out her yearbook from her Senior year at East High. A tear rolled down her eye. There was Chad. There were her classmates. Then she started to sob. There was Troy. As cute as ever smiling at her. She started to cry. She remembered the last time they had seen each other. They had been on their last date.
It was the beginning of August before they went their seperate ways:
"So have you decided for next year, yet?" Troy brought up the subject as they were eating their dinner at a fancy restaurant. They had been silent for the entire dinner until now. It was hard for Troy to say. Gabriella knew he had to force the words out.
"Um... I'm going to Stanford in California. You?" Gabriella said.
" That's cool. I'm going to Duke. I got a scholarship for basketball."
"Oh," Gabriella said staring at the wall behind Gabriella.
"I'll miss you. Could you write?" Troy asked trying to put a smile on his face.
"Yeah," Gabriella said. "I'll try."
Then Troy had gotten the check and they were walking to Gabriella's house. Everything was the last for her. They would be going their seperate ways. Even though they said they would write to one another Gabriella knew, she just knew that it wouldn't work out. Troy would be to into school, basketball, and all the pretty cheerleaders to think about her. They reached Gabriella's house. Gabriella didn't even notice she was crying until Troy said something.
"I promise we'll see each other again," he said sothingly. "I promise. I'll write. But you've got to write to me first. Promise?"
Gabriella nodded.
Troy pulled Gabriella in closer, and they kissed. Not just any ordinary kiss, but a kiss that was romantic and promising. A kiss with the words written all over it, "I'll see you again. I promise."
That had been the last time they had seen each other.
Gabriella had done her promise. But Troy had done his promise. At least not yet. She had been waiting four, long, lonely years for Troy to write her back. Each day seemed to drag on like it would never end. Each day without a letter seemed like she had lost part of her soul with the past.
All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. Gabriella raced to the door to open it. She was embarrassed. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her hair was all tangled. She was wearing just a pair of swear pants and a T-shirt. which was pretty much all she had worn for the past four years. She refused to go out and date other guys. She was afraid that any day Troy would write to her.
She forgot about everything that she was just thinking about. A woman stood in the doorway looking at Gabriella. She was dressed in a black skirt and a blue sweater with black stockings. Her hair was brown with a head band in it. She looked to be in her early thirties. Now she felt like a geek. Something she was before Troy noticed her. But she didn't look like a smart geek which was what she was before she went to East High.
"Hi. May I help you?" Gabriella asked.
"Yes. Are you Gabriella Montez?" She asked.
"Yes." Gabriella said.
"Good. Someone had told me that you were a very good singer. I would like you to sing the national anthem at the Final Four."
She paused. Who told her?
"It's Stanford against Duke," the woman said.
Duke, that word spun around in Gabriella's head like a spinner.
"Let me know if you'd like to sing. Thank you," she handed me her business card and left.
Duke. Where'd I hear that before? she thought. Then she remembered. It was the basketball team that Troy played on. It's where he went to college. She turn fast and ran out the door to catch up to the lady.
"I'll do it!" she yelled. She didn't care that she was running in the hallway with only a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.
The woman spun around. "Great! Pack your bags! You are leaving for North Carolina tomorrow!"
Gabriella walked back to her dorm. "Who was the anonymous person?" she wondered talking to herself.
She jumped on her bed and fell asleep. She had a dream. The dream was about Troy.
