A/N: Chapter 2. This one will introduce Sharpay's problem. Oh yeah, despite the title, this fic won't take place in only one day.
Disclaimer: I think I fell in love with Sharpay, but alas, I don't own her or anyone else. Damn that Disney!
High School Musical: A Day at East High
Chapter 2: You Stole My Name!
Sharpay Evans was a normal blonde girl of 16 that attended East High. She was female, female, and aged 16, like all the other blonde girls in her grade. However, unlike the other girls, she was a drama queen, or rather, the drama queen. She and her brother starred in all but one of the school plays and musicals, but you all knew that. So enough background!
SCENE: Locker B-1183, then Chemistry classroom 421 (my class)…
Sharpay took one last look at herself in the mirror in her locker before heading off to chemistry class. When she arrived she sat down next to Troy and Gabriella, by default, not by will. There was a chemistry project, and she, Troy, and Gabriella were in a group.
The teacher (who will be my old chem teacher for the sake of this story) Mr. Olk told everyone to sit down and take out there project notes. Sharpay reached into her bag and dug out a piece of paper. She looked at it and realized that it wasn't her notes, but a note. It read:
YO! Meet me at locker D-1192 at 3:02 this afternoon.
Sharpay was confused. Who addresses a note with 'YO?'
She put the note back in her bag and took out her notes, wondering who could've sent her the note, and why they were in her bag. Troy turned toward Sharpay and pointed to something in his notes.
"Hey, do you know the equation for Boyle's Gas Law?"
Sharpay gave him a sharp look. "How would I know what boils gas, Bolton?"
"Um, I didn't mean…I meant Boyle's Gas Law."
Gabi tapped Troy. "Look." She pointed to her notes.
"Oh." Troy copied down Boyle's Law and plugged in the numbers he and the girls got in their project.
Sharpay did her best in the actual math, but math wasn't her strongest subject. She got P1V1/T1 P2V2/T2, which was, in fact, the combined gas law, not Boyle's. And Gabi once again corrected a teammate.
SCENE: East High cafeteria upper floor…
Sharpay was talking to Troy and Gabi at lunch about their chem project.
"So where are we going to meet up?" asked Troy.
"I don't want any chemicals in my house!" exclaimed Sharpay. "I can't stand the smell of my mom's perfume as it is!"
"Ok, then. We're not going to Sharpay's house. I guess we can go to mine. My dad said I need to bring more girls over anyway."
"Your dad sounds like a sick pig, Bolton."
"No, he's just tired of me bringing guys over."
"Yeah, cause he's probably tired of –"
"Hey, we can use my garage if you want," interrupted Gabi.
"We're going over to Bolton's house," said Sharpay.
"Ok. Um…I'm sorry, what?"
Sharpay rolled her eyes and left the table to find her brother, Ryan.
SCENE: Locker D-1192…
The last bell rang at 2:57 (my school day ends at that time) and Sharpay went to find locker D-1192. She looked at her cell phone. Only 2:59.
She waited for a good four minutes (yes, it was 3:03) until she saw a group of hoods walk up to her, their leader was a dark skinned (black) girl who was bigger than Sharpay.
"Hey, you!" said the leader. "You the Evans girl?"
Sharpay put her hands on her hips and gave the leader a stern look. "So what if I am?"
The leader pinned Sharpay against the lockers and leaned in close to her face, spitting as she spoke.
"You stole something of mine, bitch."
"Oh yeah? What?"
"My name! It was my name long before you ever came to be!"
"Oh yeah? What grade are you in?"
"I'm a sophomore."
"HA! I'm a junior! I've been around longer!"
The leader laughed deeply and loudly. "Bitch please. I'm 19 years old. I've been held back a bit. But what's it to you?"
"A bit? You should've graduated last year."
"Yeah, and you should have never stolen my name."
Sharpay rolled her eyes. She was still pinned to the locker, so there wasn't much she could do. "I didn't have a choice of my name. My mom was fascinated with permanent markers when she was pregnant with me and Ryan."
"Who the hell is Ryan? Your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, my mom was pregnant with me and my boyfriend at the same time," said Sharpay sarcastically.
The leader used her freehand to backhand Sharpay. "So we have a smartass on our hands."
Sharpay was very angry. "Listen, you fatass bitch! I didn't steal your name. I didn't choose it. My mom did. Now back the hell off!"
The leader raised her fist, ready to punch Sharpay, but Mr. Olk had walked up on them. "Is there a problem here?" he asked.
The leader let go of Sharpay and innocently replied, "No, sir. We were just discussing how soft Miss Evan's blouse was."
Mr. Olk smiled and thought to himself Why are kids so bad at BSing?
"Ok then, carry on." Mr. Olk walked away leaving the hoods and their leader alone with Sharpay once more.
"We'll finish this later, Miss Evans."
The hoods left and Sharpay rubbed her face where she was backhanded. "What the hell was that about?"
A/N: Ending the beginning of Sharpay Evans's problem. Yeah, so now we know that there are two Sharpays, and Gabriella doesn't pay much attention to non-academic stuff. Also, if this slight hint of racism offends you, then why did you read up to this point? Also, the language is edited a little, but the original doesn't exist anymore, so if you want colorful language, insert it wherever you she 'hell' and 'BS' and crap like that. FIVE (5) REVIEWS TO GO ON! FLAMES WELCOME FOR THIS STORY!