Sorry I'm kind of making Sharpay seem like a wimp... Don't think too much on it cuz it'll all fit together in the end!
Kay. Thanks. For. The. Reviews. Heheh.
In fifth grade, I became way more obsessive about Troy. I kept this journal at home, and I had dedicated, literally, about half the book was dedicated to him. Troy, Troy, Troy. If only he liked me…not that he did or anything. In the middle of the year, the most embarrassing thing ever happened while the class was watching this boring movie about this homeless boy and his mother and father.
.:FLASHBACK:.
The whole class was watching this one movie, or at least we were supposed to. If I was thinking straight that day, I knew I wouldn't be staring at the boring movie in front of my eyes. I was the only one watching it. Ryan was dozing off, and the other kids in the class were chatting silently amongst themselves while Mr. Lawrence wasn't looking. I mean, here I was, taking in all of the pictures and phrases of the film while everybody else didn't even care about it. What was wrong with me?
In the next scene, Theodore, the main character, just found out his father killed him mother. I felt sick at that part. His dad moved out on him and left them all to die, but when they didn't, he came back and finished it off for them. Finally, Theodore dies of a broken heart since his mother was the only person who cared about him.
I had no idea in hell that I had been CRYING for the past twenty minutes. Still staring at the screen, I was comparing Theodore's pathetic life with mine and realized there wasn't much of a difference. The end credits were showing and I was still transfixed at the screen, lost in thought and tears literally streaming down my face. I was still unaware of it, too. Students flicked the lights back on and here I was, crying like a little immature baby.
I sniffled to myself unconsciously. That noise got everyone's attention all right. Murmurs of "Look at Sharpay" flew across the room. I was still oblivious to the whole situation. Laughs rang around and people snickered and pointed at me. Ryan woke up suddenly and looked at me. His face fell.
On my desk there was a small puddle of tears forming very slowly and I sniffled again. So, Ryan did what he could. He knelt down in front of me on one knee.
"Shar…" he whispered. "Look at me." He reached out and redirected my chin so that my gaze was only on him. Next, he did the best he could to wipe the tears away with his thumb. "Shar..?" He shook me a bit. "Are…" He shook me again. "…you…" and once more. "…okay?" Everyone was still staring.
Suddenly I snapped back into reality. What was going on? Was the movie over? Why is Ryan kneeling in front of me? I felt tears rolling down my face again and Ryan wiped them away again. Was I CRYING? In PUBLIC?
"Are you okay, Shar?" he asked again. "Why are you crying?" He whispered the last part. Oh. So I was. Oh. My. God. That's why people were giving me weird looks. I could tell some were trying not crack up. I blushed furiously and my vision blurred.
I slowly put my head on my desk and covered it with my arms. Good going, Sharpay. Now you've done it. You let everybody in the class see you cry. I burst into tears, and thankfully, the noise was muffled somewhat by the desk.
As I sobbed, I heard Ryan stand up and walk over to the tissue box, grab three or four, and come back to me. He scooted his chair over so he was next to mine and placed his arm around me. I looked up at the teacher desperately and she excused us. He put his other hand on my shoulder and bent over to whisper "Come on," in my ear. I allowed him to lead me outside of the classroom and into the hallway.
I leaned on to the wall and slid down it, putting my head in my knees again, just like I did in that closet three years ago. My brother hugged me, just hugged me, for the remaining ten minutes that I bawled, rocking me back and forth gently.
When I was visibly calm enough to talk, he shot questions at me.
"Sharpay, what's the matter?" he asked in a whisper.
I swallowed. "Everyth-thing." My head tilted so it rested on his shoulder. He nodded like he understood. Maybe he truly did understand.
"Why were you crying earlier, during that movie?"
It was because I compared my life to Theodore's, wasn't it? I was terrified and depressed at the same time. What if dad came back? I didn't want him to come back. Theodore died because of his father. I didn't want to die. I tried to explain that to Ryan.
He hugged me tighter. "Shar…I'm not going to let him hurt you, remember? I'm never going to leave you. I promised."
"But Ryan…how can I face the class? I just…broke down in front of all of them!" I cried.
"Just don't pay attention to them. Ever. Remember that I'll love you no matter what." I smiled at him.
I paused. "Thanks, Ry. I love you too." He stood up and extended his hand out to me. I grabbed it gratefully and he pulled me up. Then we walked into the classroom together.
.:END OF FLASHBACK:.
Coming up next:
"But Ryan...how can I calm down? We have to spend FiVE WHOLE DAYS iN THE FOREST with absolutely no electricity, electronics, or scented objects!"
