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Chapter one

CHAPTER 1

I guess I should start out with my name and all. My name is Faith Isabelle Montez Bolton. I am 15 years old. I have a sister and a brother there the same age as me because our mom had us as triplets. Our father is Troy Bolton. He's an NBA basket ball player with our uncle Chad. Our mother died when we were only one year's old, but all we know is we look just like her. We go East High with our Cousins. Our Aunt Taylor is pregnant with a girl right now.

A lot happened over the years. I live in a bog house with my family. We each have our own rooms and all. I sat on my bed looking at pictures. I put it together when I was six. Every one said I was a creative person. I had pictures of my mom and me and my family. The last picture was my dad my mom and my brother and my sister and me. I sighed. My Grandma told me a lot of stories about my mom and me. She told me how we had a connection. She told me how I giggled when she was happy and cried when she was sad or mad.

It may be true, but hey if we had a special connection then why can't I feel her? I got up off of my bed and walked out of my room. I walked down stairs to the kitchen. I saw my sister Emma. She was on the phone talking to her boyfriend. Matt was at basketball practice. He was just like dad. I went to go get a glass of water when the front door opened. It was my dad. He walked in with Matt. they were both talking about something. I was the quiet one in the family as you can say. Emma finally got off of the phone and hugged dad.

"Hey, guys how was school?" he asked us.

"You know mine dad." Matt said heading up the stairs to his room.

"Mine was good. I got an A on my test." Emma said proudly. I leaned against the counter top holding my drink.

"That's great sweetie." He said and kissed the top of her head.

"Yup. I'm gonna go I have homework." Emma said heading up the stairs. My dad looked at me and smiled.

"Hey kitten." He said to me. He always called me that.

"Your homework done?" he asked me.

"No I finished it." I said to him.

"Ok, do you wanna shoot some hoops?" he asked me. I played basketball. I'm actually better than matt. I was better in everything, but it was Matt's thing.

"Um, no thanks. You know I can't play dad." I said to him.

"Uhh, no I don't. Now I remember a certain girl shooting hoops the other night ago pretty good." He said to me.

"Sorry dad, but I don't want to." I say to him.

"Ok." He said to me. He moved up stairs. I was left in the kitchen all alone.

I put my cup in the dishwasher and walked upstairs. While I was on the stairs, I felt dizzy. I grabbed on to the railing to regain my balance, but I fell. My head hit the stairs and I closed my eyes.

A/N ok so there's a small intro and all. Next chapter will be all about the kids and whose is whose. For now bye!