My life improved greatly ever since David was last in our lives. In fact, it was pretty darned great. Well, maybe with an exception of school. Everybody called us, Ryan and Sharpay, the Bully and Her Servant. Guess which one I was. Of course I was the bully and Ryan was my servant. But in real life it was the most untrue thing ever. Nobody really knew what went on in my life away from school. Nobody even cared. Nobody knew what it felt like to live every day, unsure if your abusive father was going to come back that day or the next. The names they called us hurt. They stung. The problem was that we were afraid of what they would call us if they did know the truth.
We never really cared about the people who hated us. We had a reputation to keep up. Ryan and I were in every single performance in the school. We were always the stars of the productions.
Then there was Troy Bolton. Troy Bolton the basketball star, the jock, the boy everybody loved. He was only in fourth grade and he and his team had already won the championship game. At the time, I was a bit too young to really recognize and grasp my feelings for him. His smile was overwhelming. Then there were his eyes, his beautiful, crystally eyes. The ones that you could just stare into for hours. The only thing that kept me from liking him more than I already did was the fact that he probably hated me. I always acted like a snob around the poor guy. But then again, now that I think about it, I remember he always used to taunt me, or at least try to, just to seem cool. He did things to the fame, even if he didn't want to do it.
.:FLASHBACK:.
Troy was standing over with his friends, Chad and a few others. They were probably talking about me and Ryan behind our backs. They looked over at us and laughed. I sat down at my desk, and Ryan followed suit.
"Do you think we'll make the play?" Ryan asked me.
"Duh." He shut up. Just then, Troy came over to us. I could feel my face get hot and I avoided looking into his face. But then again, I had something to keep up.
"Hey Bully, Servant," he said. I sneered.
"Bolton. What do you want?" I said.
"I don't know. Just wanted to make sure you weren't treating your servant here too much like vermin."
That hurt. I didn't show it. "Get lost, Troy. At least I can keep an A average in class!" He shot me a dirty look and left. He went back to his friends and words like "stupid" and "idiot" and "friendless" were whispered loud enough for me to hear them. Well, at least the last word was true. I had absolutely no friends except for Ryan. So I grabbed Ryan and walked out of the door so I could pass Troy and the Gang. As I passed them, I mouthed "Wannabes," and stalked out of the classroom. I headed to the girls' bathroom, Ryan following.
"Wait here," I told him before entering. Inside the bathroom, nobody was around. I sighed in relief. I looked inside the mirror and mentally kicked myself for having the worst life possible. I whimpered in frustration and wiped my eyes to get rid of any evidence that I really was weak inside. I looked at myself for a few more seconds, then drew in a deep breath. I rearranged my facial expression from fragile into a smirk. I was ready to face the world again.
.:END OF FLASHBACK:.
Here comes the ATTiTUDE!
