Author's Note: This was originally a fiction I had up on fictionpress, but I decided it would work here—in fanfiction too. Basically, I created an individual and sent him to East High where everybody has his or her own clique and is afraid to step out and be different. This individual will greatly affect those around him. This fanfiction is rather indirect, not really involving the characters in the movie High School Musical. There may be some mentions, but those characters will probably not star in this fanfiction. It will stay more of a fiction than a fanfiction, except the setting is borrowed. I do not own the movie High School Musical or any of the characters or East High. I hope you enjoy it. This story was inspired by the book Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli, which I do not own. I guess it's rather a cross-over, because I've been thinking about life and wondering about how little people have matured when one looks at it in the big picture. I mean, there was all those religious wars and now we look back and say they're stupid, but these wars are still going on today. I guess it just makes you wonder…
Summary: He was today. He was tomorrow. He was untouchable, drifting from place to place, only staying when things were fun. When they weren't fun anymore, he moved on, leaving only tainted memories behind him, still seemingly unreachable, dancing just beyond my grasp. I should have known better, because the innocence that he reflected was flawless and beautiful, unbiased and pure, and there would never be anyone like him again, in this lifetime or the next. And I never realized how little I understood him until it was too late.
"He was today. He was tomorrow." And thus begins a tale of a remarkable individual who is strangely untouched by the outside world, revealing his struggle to be accepted by the society around him.
prologue.
He stood out from the start. He always did. He probably always had too, prominent in those seas of utilitarian masses. He had probably always been that way, because things like that just don't happen. Things like him just don't happen.
He always seemed so different, like a fallen leaf in the middle of spring. He wasn't that though. A leaf is brittle: it can be destroyed and broken by human hands. He wasn't capable of being torn… he could not be ripped apart by humans, only by life. He was so much more than all that, a complete mystery. He was untouchable, drifting from place to place, only staying when things were fun. When they weren't fun anymore, he moved on, leaving only tainted memories behind him, still seemingly unreachable, dancing just beyond my grasp.
He was so different.
He earned the whispers, the heated glances, the subtle yet prominent gossip. The confusion. He inspired it all and received all of it too.
Not that he wanted it. He didn't want the attention; he was made of something more than his own selfish desires. He was modest, yet he couldn't help drawing attention. He was quiet, yet that made him even more intriguing. In his own delicate way, he never realized how much he affected those around him.
He didn't want it.
But life never happens the way you predict it, it just unfolds like a spiraling ribbon, sprawling out in front of us. I never understood it. I still don't actually. I still don't understand life, how it misleads you into thinking you have found something worthwhile one moment, and then dragging you down the next, drowning you in the regrets of the past…leaving you open and bleeding and in desperate need of help.
That was how it was with him.
And I never realized how little I understood him until it was too late.
That's just the prologue. Review for more, maybe?