If I gave you one guess as to if I went to the same Preschool as Ryan, would you be correct? If you said we went to the same one, you're correct. How? Ask Ryan. HE taught me how to…you know. I think it was because he didn't want to leave me behind or anything. Why? I'm not sure, since he always is nice to me, except I, in my prissy ways, find some way to push him away. Of course, I didn't know better. Man, when I look back, I'm asking myself how could I be so stupid?
"Sharpay! Dinner!" Ryan called up to me from the bottom of the stairs. You know, I could really care less about going downstairs, facing my mom and twin brother, and waiting until everybody else is finished eating, at least not now. My memories are way too overwhelming. I groaned.
"I. Don't. Care," I called back down. Secretly I was hoping that everybody would buy that excuse and I could go back into my own little "fantasy world". I heard his footsteps coming towards the closed door. Then I started to panic because 'Oh my God I look like a heard of big, mean elephants came stampeding over me like I was a lone peanut'. I FELT like a freaking peanut! Ryan crept closer.
"Come on, Shar," he began.
"Ew! Don't call me that!" I blurted out. I hated that nickname.
"Okay, okay," he said. "Come on Sharpay. Mom wants you downstairs at the table in five minutes, kay?"
"Fine, fine." He left, and I reluctantly rolled off my bed and brushed my "oh-so-silky-and-shiny hair", washed my "flawless" face and brushed my "pearly white" teeth. Then I trudged downstairs. Another memory hit me as I sat down at the table.
.:FLASHBACK:.
"S'arpay. Sit down." Ryan was instructing me on how to…not wear diapers all the darned time.
"No." I said.
"Pwetty pwease?" he said.
"No." I crossed my arms.
"S'arpay, you got to!" Then he leaned over and whispered something else in my ear. "If you learn how to go potty, then you will go to Pweschool wit' me!" I looked at him. His face told me that he couldn't go to Preschool without me. So I agreed. Man, he was a GREAT teacher. There were…accidents…but let's not point those out.
"I wuv you, S'arpay." He randomly said after I learned. Mommy was proud of me too. Now Ryan and I could go to the same school, thankfully. He took me over to this chart (A/N: You know those toilet training chart things with the stickers?) and ran off for a second. He came back with a sticker sheet. "Star for me, heart for you." So, he stuck a heart-shaped sticker on mine.
.:END OF FLASHBACK:.
I didn't realize that was staring at Ryan all through dinner.
"Are…you okay?" he asked. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked away.
"Huh?" I mumbled.
"You were, like, out of it there for a minute."
"Oh…"
"So, are you okay?"
"I think…" I excused myself and went back upstairs. Ryan probably thought I was a freak or something when I was just STARING at him. No, I don't love him that way. That's…somebody else. I love Ryan as a brother. That's all he is. My brother who has cared for me all of my whole entire life and all I give him is hell.
"Oh god, I'm so stupid!" I thought aloud. "And I'm named after a freaking dog!" I added as an afterthought. My eyes stung with tears. I hurriedly wiped them away. I wouldn't, couldn't cry for the past. Could I? No. Not the Ice Queen.
.:FLASHBACK:.
It was the first day of Preschool. All mommy packed was what Miss Shannon told her to bring for us. They were two extra sets of clothes, just in case. Ryan was actually excited to go to that place. I was shaking with fear. There were so many other kids there that I didn't know, and they would probably be mean to me. I clung to mommy like superglue.
"Okay, Ryan, Sharpay, I want you to have a fun day today, alright?" Mommy said. I was still clinging on to her.
"Kay, Mommy," said Ryan, giving her a goodbye kiss. He stepped back to see if I was going to come with him or not.
"I don't wanna go!" I screamed. She tried to talk me into going. "NO! NO! NO!" I protested. "NO! I DON'T WANNA GO!"
"Please, Sharpay. I promise you will have a great time." I was shaking harder because I had started crying. Again. Mommy hugged me. "Don't you want to be a big girl?"
"NO! NO! NO!" I wailed. Ryan was staring at the blocks in the corner, probably debating whether or not to run over there and play with them, or stay here with mommy and me.
Miss Shannon and mommy finally were able to pry me off her. They tried talking sense into me, but I wouldn't listen. After about five more minutes, mommy said goodbye to me and left, before she was late for her classes. Noticing she was gone, I had another tantrum and the crying wouldn't stop.
"I WANT MOMMY! MOMMY…WHERE ARE…YOU! MOM-…MY! COME…BACK!" I sobbed. Miss Shannon led me over to a table where she sat me down, Ryan following us.
"S'arpay, Mommy come back later," he told me. He sat down next to me. I was still sobbing. Half an hour later, I stopped because I was exhausted. But Ryan never left my side. Soon I was actually calm enough for story time. Ryan took my hand and brought me over to the "Story Circle" and sat down next to me. Miss Shannon read "The Cat in the Hat" to us. After that, we learned the ABC song and had apple slices and orange juice for snack. Naptime was next, and I fell asleep instantly from all they crying.
"Night-night, S'arpay," Ryan said. He kissed my forehead and went to sleep also. Preschool was okay, I decided after that day, because Ryan was there.
.:END OF FLASHBACK:.
I think Ryan is so ADORABLE in here! Just so you know, the twins do NOT love each other in that way. I'm just showing how much Ryan cares for his little sis.
