AN: Hey all! You people really should read my AN's, because I got quite a few reviews from people asking if I was continuing this, while I stated in my AN last chapter that there was 6 chaptersin this story. :)

Oh, and can someone please tell me what the HSM Romance Challenge thing is? I feel so out of the loop. Okay, anyway, carry one! Read, review!

Title: Basketball Superstar's Diary
Rating: K+
Author: MadiWillow
Summary: Troy's mom give him a diar-journal for Christmas, which he inadvertently finds himself writing in as his life turns upside down.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Chapter: Chapter 2

Wednesday, January 5th

Well, life is back to normal. We're back here in Albuquerque, where it's nice and warm compared to snowy Colorado. My mom is back to working 24/7 as a lawyer – hey, mom, even wonder that the reason I don't tell you anything is that you're never home? – and so is my dad.

Except, unfortunately for me, my dad is a PE teacher for a living. Well, that doesn't bother me. But since he's a teacher, and he's volunteered to coach the East High Wildcats varsity team, which I happen to be captain of, that means his job right now is getting me ready for the game.

As if I haven't been ready for this since the day I joined the team.

Okay, well, since my life is boring and completely dedicated to basketball again, I probably won't be writing in you ever again.

Monday, January 10th

Wow.

That's pretty much all I can say about my day today.

My life has pretty much completely changed.

Which means I'll be writing in you a lot after all.

I'm sitting here, starting at my Geometry homework which I should be doing, but instead I'm scribbling away in you, dia-journal. I found myself, like, itching to write down everything that happened today... so here it is.

I got to homeroom with my three best friends who have that class too – Chad, Jason, and Zeke – who are, of course, on the basketball team. I was sitting on my desk, talking to Jason about this pink jelly that had exploded during dinner the night before when a new girl came in, pushing past Sharpay Evans to get to a seat in the back. She had very familiar dark, curly hair.

But, of course, Sharpay – who I've heard has a little thing for me – stuck her face in mine and was all, "Hi Troy!" and then giggled.

Being a gentleman, I said 'hi' back, while trying to look over her to see if that new girl was who I thought it was. But she was digging in her backpack, so I couldn't see her face.

The bell rang and Miss Darbus started the announcements, so I had to sit back down in my desk and face the front. My face must've looked weird, because Chad, who sits behind me, was all "You alright, man?"

"Yeah," I said, thinking 'do I have a weird look on my face? What will Gabriella think if she sees me?'

And then my brilliance came back. I thought 'if Gabriella lives here, she'll have the same area code as me. So I can call her!' Genius, I know.

So when Miss Darbus walked past me, I took out my phone and went to her number. Before I called it I snuck another glance at her. I was sure it was her, but, just to make sure, I pressed Call.

Boy was I ever surprised when it started ringing.

I guess I forgot that's what happens when you call a phone. It rings.

So anyway, it started ringing and she dived into her backpack to get it. Sharpay and her twin brother, Ryan Evans, took out there phones too and were like "Is it yours?" What, does everyone in this school have the same ring tone?

I'd also forgotten that Miss Darbus was completely anal when it came to call phones, so she gave Sharpay, Ryan, Gabriella, and I fifteen minute detentions when she saw our phones, and made us put them in her little bucket. Then Chad protested, because of basketball practice, and she gave him fifteen minutes. Then this smart chick said something about Chad not being able to count – which, well, he can't, but I'd never say that to him because he's my friend – and Miss Darbus gave her fifteen minutes too.

So then the bell rang – I know, our homerooms are only, like, three minutes long! – and I quickly left the room.

I was standing against the wall, just blending in, not being obvious about my intentions at all. All my friends came out of the class and sympathized with my detention. Then I saw Gabriella leave the room, looking around – probably for me.

So I ran up to her and was all "Hey!"

And she said, "I don't-,"

And I'm like "-believe it!"

And she's all, "Well, me-,"

And I was like, "-either!" Yeah, we're already finishing each other's sentences. Then I said, "But how?"

As she was explaining to me that her mom's company transferred her here, I noticed out of the corner of my eye my friend Jason leaving the room – again. Weird.

"-I looked for you at the lodge on your stay, but-," Gabriella was saying.

She looked for me? She looked for me?

"Well, we had to leave first thing!" I said quietly to her as we started walking.

She asked why I was whispering and I confessed to her that my friends didn't know about the singing thing.

So I was just kinda showing her around, being a gentleman, and we came across the sign up sheet for the winter musical. Or, as Miss Darbus pronounce it, winter musical.

I casually mentioned that she would probably wanna sign up for it, after meeting Miss Darbus – and secretly hoping that she would, so I could sign up with her – but she was all, no I wanna get to know the school, blah, blah, blah. But I knew she wanted to.

Then Sharpay came over and signed her name on the sign up sheet in huge letters and then was all, 'oh, did you wanna sign up. Ha, ha, ha, my brother and I are always in the musicals' and other boring stuff.

I think it's kinda strange and Sharpay and Ryan have starred in all the school musicals. Surely one of them was a romantic one?

I get chills wondering about that.

So then Gabriella and I parted ways and after second period we had free period. And, as always, me and the team practiced basketball (because I just can't get enough of the sport).

Not that I hate basketball or anything, but seriously. I do have a life, and basketball isn't it.

I mean, it's part of it. But it's not it.

While we were getting ready, I said something to Chad, like, "Is it true you get extra credit for auditioning for the school musical?"

He was all, "Who cares?" and I said, "It's always good to get extra credit. For... college."

I'm so retarded. For college? You don't get extra credit for college for auditioning for a school musical. You probably get it for English or something. I can't believe how dumb I can be sometimes.

Then Chad said something about how Shaq and Lebron James had never auditioned for their school musical, and I was just like, "maybe." Then Chad said some dumb stuff too, like how the music in plays are "show music." Wow, never would have guessed that one.

I said, "I just thought it might be good laugh. Sharpay's kinda cute too," even though it's not Sharpay I think is cute.

And Chad's like, "So's a mountain lion. But you don't pet it," which doesn't really make any sense to me. I'm not stupid, I know not to pet a mountain lion, thanks. But what does that have to do with Sharpay?

So anyway, we practiced and sang "Get'cha head in the Game." But I kept forgetting where I was and saying the wrong things.

Sometimes I think my life is one big musical.

Then we had detention, and, get this – we were making the props for the winter musical. And frankly, I can only imagine what kind of play this is. I mean, me and Chad were making the tree, Gabriella was painting this huge half-moon, Sharpay and Ryan were painting a ladder, and this one guy was walking around wearing a camel.

So yeah. Then my dad came in, all upset, and made me and Chad get ready for practice while he and Miss Darbus argued with the principal about my detention.

After that it was the usual practice, we're so close from finally beating West High, blah, blah, as if I could care.

And then, when me and my dad got home around 6, my mom was obviously not there and my dad made me change so we could – surprise! – practice basketball.

Oh, and as we were practicing, I asked my dad if he ever thought about trying something new, and he's all "like going left?You're doing fine."

Wow, my dad really sucks at being an understanding parent.

So I was like "No, something really new but all your friends laugh" and he's like "blah, blah, teamwork!"

Sometimes my dad just doesn't get it.

Geez, this has been a really long entry. My hand hurts.

Hmm, maybe I should rest it by watching TV before doing my geometry homework.