Standard disclaimers apply.

Wow I can't believe it, my story has an actual plot now, it's going to go places, isn't that exciting? I mostly write one shots and don't do chaptered stories, so this is my first attempt at it, so bear with me.

Also you may or may not have noticed I changed my pen name thats mostly because I didn't use my account for like 3 years, and it was very out of date. So I'm making an effort to update it.

Note: I'm from Wisconsin not New Mexico, so I have no idea how interscholastic sports are handled there. But in Wisco we have this organization called the WIAA (Wisconsin Interscholastic Athletic Association) which is a private company that is in charge of our competitive sports, which is why in the story there is a NMIA.

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Today was our first meet, I'm so pumped. The day had basically blown by, I woke up this morning already with adrenaline running through me. After school I went down to the gym and helped people with the final set up. I began to do the warm up stretches and people filed in to watch. It wasn't as crowded as it is in basketball season, but not a bad crowd.

The other team then came in, the West high Knights. They began warming up on the other side of the gym. Their coach was looking around questioningly, I met her gaze and smiled a bit. She just frowned and turned away, I shrugged, oh, have to focus on getting ready.

I couldn't believe that I was finally here, it really was the start of something new. This is where I wanted to spend the rest of my high school career, maybe I'd go back to helping the drama club after the season, or before, but this was such an awesome feeling, for once I could see the crowd, for once it wasn't silent and dark, it was bright chaotic, crazy.

I was broken out of my reverie by someone shouting, "Evans!" I looked over, i was my coach, standing by an official looking old man with a clip board, and West's coach that had caught my eye earlier.

The official looked at me, "Ryan Evans?" I could only nod, what was this about?

"My name is Richard Mathews, I'm the over seer for the NMIA for this event, are you planning on competing today?"

Again I nodded, now I was even more nervous.

"I'm sorry Mr. Evans, but according to bylaws, you are in eligible to compete in this sport."

Coach Marci Stepped in, "The bylaws clearly state that their has to be a sport of every gender or a reciprocal one, without one a member of the opposite gender is allowed to complete in it."

The other coach then stepped in, "the the bylaws are specific to a female competing in an all male sport, not a male in a female sport."

They glared at each other, the tension rising, until the official broke in again, "I will report this situationto the NMIA, but today Mr. Evans it would be wise if you did not compete. Good day."

Coach Marci turned to me, "You can leave if you'd like Ryan, I understand if you don't want to stay."

I shook my head, "I'm here for the team

She just smiled and left, I walked slowly back to the locker room and changed back into my regular clothes, pulling my hat over my eyes I sat down and the bench and ignored what else was going on around me.

The rest of the competition was a blur, I vaguely comprehended that we had won. But I never actually saw someone do their routine. Afterward I walked home, actually more like ran home. I burst through the door, blew past a startled Sharpay and up to my room. Right now I hated everything and everyone, I couldn't believe it. It was just like reverse discrimination, this was insane, I wanted to take my feelings crumple them up and just throw them as far as I could. Or get a herd of wild mules to beat upon them, just like Mufasa and the Wilde beast in the Lion King.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, without an answer from my Sharpay came in and sat down on my bed. I glared back, totally not in the mood for her right now, I could just see her dancing around sining, "I told you so, I told you so, told you told you told you so!" Her sinister look changed. She sat down, put her hand on my back and asked me what was wrong.

I sniffled a bit and told her of the days events, with each dramatic point was punctuated by her saying "What?" Louder and louder until it was no longer a distinguishable word, just one long loud scream.

When her face started turning blue, I had to ask her if she was alright, apparently, she really wasn't.

"How dare they do that to you? You're an Evans! Our parents give so much to that school, you can I worked so hard for the drama club."

"Shar, they haven't decided on anything yet, they said just for now until we get an official ruling from the NMIA."

"But it doesn't make sense, you could be so great and they won't see that, all they'll see is your gender which is absurd."

I smiled, "Thanks."

She looked back a little confused, "You're welcome?"

"For thinking I'm good at gymnastics, I thought you hated it."

"I do, but that doesn't matter, what matters is that you loved it, and I'm not going to let some tyrannical board of old people take that away from you."

I hugged her, so relieved that I had my sister back, at least something was right.

She patted me on the back, got up and said she would be down stairs if I needed her. Even though my athletic career was in jeopardy, it was okay, because Sharpay would help me through and not matter what it was going to be alright.