When Ryan and I were six, everything was calmer. But then again, you know how things are calm BEFORE the storm? That's how I would describe this year. Well, before I get into the horrible stuff, how about I give you a happier memory of a day in first grade? Okay, okay, it's not happy, but it describes my relationship with Troy and Ryan.

.:FLASHBACK:.

It was a pretty normal day and mommy was dropping us off at the first grade classroom. Ryan looked so cute because he had lost his two front teeth over the summer. I didn't. Except there was one on the bottom that was pretty loose. So she dropped us off and Ryan and I immediately went to each others' side. Ever since the day our daddy had come and hurt us, we never ever left each other anywhere. We had exactly 25 minutes before class started so Ryan pulled me by the hand outside where we sat down on the bench watching everyone else.

Troy was playing with Chad and this other new boy. Yes, they were playing basketball. Ryan was friends with them too, but ever since he had come back into our lives, he usually world hang out with me.

Ryan and I were busy minding our own business, when out of nowhere, well, out of Troy's hands by accident, a basketball came soaring over to where we were and before I could duck or anything, it smacked me upside the head.

For a second, I just sat there, dazed. Ryan's jaw was hanging open.

"Are you okay, Sharpay?" he seemed to be examining where the ball had just hit me. When he didn't see the flesh or anything, he turned around and yelled his head off at Troy, Chad, and that other kid.

"HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING THAT BALL, BOLTON!" he screamed at them. They froze and stared at him. Slowly, I snapped out of the "dazed" arena, and the pain slowly crept back on me. At first it didn't hurt. I was mad at Troy for hitting me!

"Troy Bolton," I spat. But then it did hurt. It throbbed. Another lump rose in my throat but I tried to swallow it. I was a big girl. Big girls didn't cry. No they didn't. Oh well, I couldn't help it. The anger, hurt, and pain overwhelmed me and my emotions, so basically, the waterworks came even if I didn't WANT them too. Ryan heard me and spun around.

"Sharpay? What's wrong?" I couldn't answer. Ryan pulled me up on my feet and led me to the nurse's office, shooting Troy a dirty look as we passed.

.:END OF FLASHBACK:.

You can see why I never liked Troy after that. But I didn't really care about that back then. All I knew was that I felt like I was better than him. After all, Ryan and I starred in all of the Kindergarten's plays and talent shows. I could sing, too. So could my brother. We put our talents to work, and sort of…pushed the rest of the world away form us.

We didn't know any better. All we had was each other. That was when my attitude came to be. I hated Troy, and I came to love the only one who loved me. Ryan.


Yeah...Sharpay's attitude was born right around this time. It's all David's fault! Sadly, more bad tings have to happen later on. The storm is approaching.