Sorry sorry sorry that I didn't update in a while...again! Here, to make it up to you, I made a double-length chapter for all of you! Heheh! It's a little over 1600 words, which is a bit more than twice the normal length of my chapters! So, enjoy!
It was the end of the day at school. That's when I couldn't handle it anymore. My life was ending as I knew it and I had absolutely no idea how to bring it back to life again. I needed Ryan and…Troy. I really did. But I blew it! I don't think I will ever forgive myself for that. Ever.

Being how I acted around everyone these days, I was diligently ignoring Ryan, who was looking at me like he expected me to snap out of my reverie and return to my regular self. I pretended not to notice him, or Troy, glancing worriedly at me. I bet they missed the old Sharpay. As for me, I lost a total of 18 pounds that entire time that I stayed silent. That meant I was officially under 95 pounds. A stick, I tell you.

Like I mentioned before, I couldn't feel anything. That meant I couldn't feel things like hunger or yes, the pain. Okay, here's my pathetically sad story, and I call it "Breaking Point a la Sharpay".

.:FLASHBACK:.

"Sharpay, come on! Talk to me," Ryan begged. I walked along, pretending I didn't hear him. "Please? We miss you!" Ha ha ha. Yeah, right, whatever.

"Leave. Me. Alone," I growled. Up ahead, I could see a senior heading my way. Oh god, no. He was the school bully. He was obviously coming to torment me even more than I already have gone through. I stopped short in my tracks, Ryan at my side. That didn't help. Way to go, Sharpay, he's coming closer.

"So, the Ice Queen isn't bitchy anymore, huh?" I didn't look at him. I tried to move, but then his "cronies", two equally as mean creatures, came over and blocked the other two sides of him. Well, that ended the possibility of heading to my locker, the only pink one at the school of which I personalized with a gold star on it, and it's pretty flashy if I do say so myself. But, I'm getting off subject. "What's the matter?" he asked me. "Does wittle Sharpay miss her mommy?" He was talking in that annoying mock-baby voice.

Those last three words stuck to me. Miss. Her. Mommy. That was true, actually. That's when it happened. Little by little, the horrible truth started to sink into my brain.

I realized that I needed to grieve over my loss. I hadn't yet. Why? Did I have absolutely no sense of compassion at all? What are you thinking, Sharpay? How could you be so heartless?

I let out a choked sob. I spun around and ran, ran with all my supplies for homework and things, and I an outside. I didn't care if the bell didn't ring already. I just had to get out of there. Well, at least I could go home and crawl into my bed to sob my eyes out in peace…

"Hell no…" I blurted out just as I remembered that Troy was supposed to come over after school to work on our science project together. Ryan was behind me, calling my name and telling me to stop, but I didn't. But I had to be strong for Troy then…I couldn't cancel out. The project was due the next day and we had to finalize it. Basically, I was holding my tears in as much as I could. Bad idea, Sharpay. Bad idea.

I sat in the car in silence, the whole way. I didn't talk to Ryan, or Troy, who sat directly next to me in the car. He kept on glancing at me weirdly, like he knew I was gonna blow at any moment now. I looked like a nervous wreck fresh from the nuthouse. My hair was all out of place, disarrayed and sloppy-looking, and my eyes…let's just say they didn't have that usual mischievous glint to them. As a matter of fact, they were red-rimmed and watery. Seriously, I had to keep wiping them every minute to keep them from spilling over.

"Are you okay?" Troy asked.

"Yes," I answered a little too suddenly. He was now eyeing me weirdly.

We worked in silence for a few more minutes. I worked for a minute, then swiped at my eyes. I worked for another minute, and I wiped at them again, sniffling. Now Troy really was concerned.

"Sharpay…? What's the matter?" WHAT'S THE MATTER? My mom's dead! I couldn't say goodbye or tell her that I loved her! Now I'm stuck in a living hell!
I glared at him, expecting him to look away and shut up. Instead, he put down his pen and notebook and just looked at me with a dedicated expression set on his face. It just looked so welcoming. My breathing suddenly became uneven and jagged. Crap, didn't that usually come before a person starts crying convulsively? A lone tear fell. Yup, it was.

At first, Troy looked surprised. Then, unexpectedly, his expression changed from confused to a look that spoke the words, "Oh, God, finally! Sharpay, this is great for you! Jeez, how long have you been bottling up your emotions? It's going to be okay, Shar. Just let it all out…" Just as expected, I started crying convulsively.

Everything that I had held in since my mom died to now was expressed through tears, wails, and hiccoughs. Troy had always known that I hadn't cried once since Mom died. I was sobbing violently now and Troy had decided to pull me into a hug. I let him—something I wouldn't usually do. I HATE crying in front of people.

Troy was now leading me to something, and I sat down on it. I recognized it as my bed, since, after all, we had been doing this project in my room. He continued to embrace me as I sobbed.

"Why did she have to go! I miss her, T-troy!" I stuttered in between wails. All he could do was try and calm me down. Soon enough, Ryan heard me from downstairs and came storming in the room. He spotted me on the bed, blubbering madly and I swear he sighed in relief.

"She finally cracked, didn't she?" Ryan asked Troy, just loud enough that only he could hear. Troy nodded. "Oh yeah! Let me help you with her…" Ryan came over to me and Troy slipped away from me. I was mumbling phrases I doubt anybody could understand. I felt Ryan take Troy's place and I sort of felt…more relaxed than I did with Troy. I clung onto him and continued my crying ritual into his shoulder. A good half hour passed and I finally shut up. It was probably due to the fact that Ryan was unconsciously rubbing my back and whispering soothing words into my ear.

Let me tell you something, I felt SO MUCH better after that sob session.

"There you go…" Ryan muttered as he pulled away from me and set me in a reasonably comfortable position. I looked at him and somehow sent him a message that I was exhausted. Who knew crying could wear a person out. I almost forgot Troy was still in the room…he was unbelievably quiet.

There was an awkward silence in the room, but it was broken by Troy clearing his throat. "Well, um, I think I should get going…" Ryan nodded.

"Okay, see you tomorrow…and thanks," Ryan said.

Troy looked befuddled. "For wh—"

He was cut off by Ryan's nod in my direction.

"Oh. No problem." He smiled at us. "Bye Ryan, bye Sharpay." He turned around and left. I sighed out loud, not really knowing that I did.

"Feeling better?" Ryan asked me once the front door closed, defining Troy's departure. I nodded.

"A little…" My voice cracked. "But it's not easy…" Once again, not intentionally though, my eyes burned from the heat of fresh tears. "I just…miss her so much…" God, Shar, pull yourself together. You've already had your sob session.

"I miss her too, Shar," Ryan said. "But think about it. We still have each other. That counts, doesn't it?" He squeezed my hand, and I managed a weak but genuine smile.

"Thanks, Ryan…I don't know what I'd do without you…" I whispered.

"I'd die if I ever lost you." He added. No other words were necessary. Ryan shifted positions and let out a small gasp. He pulled out the small figure that he had accidentally sat on, a lopsided grin plastered on his face.

I giggled. "Princess Sharberry…I was wondering where that went." I reached out and grabbed the pink rabbit from Ryan. I hugged it. Princess Sharberry was my beloved stuffed rabbit that Mom gave me when I turned three. It was pretty beaten up, and mom had to sew patches on it twice already. But I loved it. Secretly, I can't sleep without it. Princess Sharberry has been with me whenever I was scared, mad, or anything else. About it's name…well, I named it after me. What? You can't blame me, I was only three years old! "Princess" comes from what I always wanted to be when I grew up. Sadly, that never actually happened. "Sharberry" is a nickname that my mom made up for me. I put those two together, and voila, Princess Sharberry is born.

Ryan knows how much I love that thing. Pretty soon, we both burst out laughing for some reason. I don't know, I guess we were both thrilled that I was back to my old self again.

The old Sharpay was back. That was both good and bad.