AN: Happy 10 Years High School Musical! This series has brought me so much joy and has really helped me out when I've been in low places. Lots of good things have come from this franchise, such as Tia, who is still in hell. This chapter is only short but it was what I could managed. I haven't updated since October 2015, I feel so guilty!

QotD: How has high school musical changed your life?

Here is to another decade of High School Musical!

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"You want it all, you want it, you know that you want it. You gotta have your star on the door." Sharpay threw her arm in the air and pointed to the sky. I felt like scoffing. Was she serious? That was a cheesy move. However, I was one to talk as my arms quickly followed in suit. I have never been so ashamed of myself. I was freaking out big time. My body and mouth had a mind of their own and my mind was left to rot. And all I could think about was how my meatballs would have gone cold by now.

"You want the world nothing less, all the glam and the press." We spun round and began clapping. We were clapping for Ryan Evans. Ryan fucking Evans. I was smiling against my own will, I was too happy. I was trapped in my mind, screaming to get out. The dance fever had reached me at last, it seemed none of us were safe. "Only giving you the best to use." We all sang. I was actually singing. I hated singing, mainly because I had a terrible voice. I was singing against my own will. My other friends were singing too. I heard them but I couldn't tear my eyes away from Ryan to see how they were feeling. I was like a munchkin from the Wizard of Oz, tiny, always singing and annoying cheerful. The question was could I sue anyone for violating my human rights?

Sharpay held a hand out to Ryan, helping him down from the table. Sometimes she was so far up her ass I wondered if we would have to send a search party in to find her. "Sing it!" A smug look crossed her face. Oh yeah, she knew she owned it and she was flaunting it wildly. I tried to frown or at least mutter something indecent at her, but all my attempts failed. My worst nightmare had come true. I was participating in a musical.

The world continued on functioning as normal as Sharpay and Ryan sang their hearts out. We, the unfortunate few, began to spin around on the table. I didn't even know the tables could spin! I was reaching for the stars, like I was the eighth member of S Club or something. Tico was grabbing the air and pulling it back while pushing the table round. He made it look so easy, whereas my movements were jerky and awkward. I wanted to cry. I really hated this. "I want it all. I want it, I want it, Yeah. My name in lights at Carnage Hall. I want it all!" I want it all to stop, I thought, internally rolling my eyes. I was in despair. I was fighting a losing battle. I was slowly giving in and falling further from sanity. I was seriously regretting choosing East High over West High at this point in time. Maybe if I had gone to West High then I could have avoided my living hell. Someone, a very sick someone, was getting enjoyment out of my torture. What had I done to deserve this? I had never smashed a mirror as I avoided anything thought to bring bad luck. Again, I was forced to blame magic for my unfortunate circumstances.

"Can't you see it." Sharpay was observing her subjects, all of them were sticking to the status quo of East High. I had no clue what the status quo of East High was but I'm pretty positive it involved an elaborate musical number somewhere and possibly a guy with a cello? (I don't know, there always are guys with cellos in Disney movies.) Sharpay's voice failed to lack the pompous edge it always had. Was modesty even in this girl's vocabulary?

Ryan cheered, his voice filled with awe. "Yeah!" Ryan, poor, beautiful Ryan, was so naive. Bless him. He was grinning from ear to ear, gazing far beyond the four walls of the cafeteria. For a moment, he saw his entire future dazzlingly brilliantly in front of him. It was almost within reach. In a few months we would all graduate and he could pursue his passion for the arts. And me? Well I would be heading to a good college on the East Coast to get as far away from this place as possible.

Sharpay sighed, building her own version of Ryan's fantasy. "They're gonna love me!"

Ryan's eyes widened and he glanced to his sister. "Ahem." I felt sorry for him. He deserved better than Sharpay as a sister. That guy needed somebody to love.

Sharpay quickly corrected herself and smiled sweetly at her brother like it had been an innocent mistake. "I mean us!" My ears did not fail to catch the bitterness lurking behind those words. I was puzzled. Did Sharpay feel like Ryan was holding her back in someway? They were twins, they were meant to always be there for each other. But then, since they were twins I would understand why Sharpay would be slightly resentful towards Ryan. I would hate to share everything too. Thank the Lord I'm an only child!

Then something completely bizarre happened. The cafeteria changed before my very eyes. My clothes changed too! The cafeteria was completely littered with people. For some reason, a red carpet was before me. The guy who had gave me a muffin once was there. I hadn't seen him in the cafeteria beforehand. He wore a black suit, a pink tie and sunglasses. His friend was in the same attire. I stared at him, completely bewildered by the fact they were wearing sunglasses indoors. The lights had been dimmed, there was no need for them. I glanced to my hand and found I was holding a disposable camera. "What the.." Some part of my brain rejoiced. At last my voice had been found! I made to go and put the camera in my jeans' pocket but found I had none. My hand met smooth material instead. My eyes widened and I glanced down to what I was wearing. I was in a short purple dress, which had a low cut neckline, revealing way too much. I blinked, startled by the sudden turn of events. Was I tripping or something? Had my coffee been spiked? I had only taken a few sips of it before being commanded to dance by the blonde bimbo and her baby brother.

The music started up again and I screamed. "Red carpet," Sharpay's voice came ringing through, loud and clear. My gaze homed in on her. She was stood a few metres away from me. She was dressed in a tight blue dress with a blue puffy shawl to keep her warm. Her hair had been curled and a ton of make up had been slapped onto her face, making hr appear ten years older than she was. There was no denying she looked gorgeous. I wanted to know who Sharpay's stylist was so I could hire them to make me look that hot in the mornings. Ryan trailed behind her. He looked pretty flawless too. Black suited him, he should have worn it more often. Although I would ditch the pink scarf, it really ruined the look. Damn, I really needed their stylist's number. Ryan looked uneasy as he reached my step. This was my chance! I had to get their number! I rushed forward, touching him lightly on the shoulder. His face took on one of disgust. I ignored it. "Yo dude, wassup?" I chatted away as we descended the stairs. "I know we don't talk much but I think you look gorgeous and I need your stylist's number. Do you know if they can work miracles?"

I nearly tripped over Tico as I chased after Ryan. Tico had been fawning over Sharpay before slotting in neatly behind me. I failed to notice his wardrobe change too. In response to my questions, Ryan just put his hands up and hurried away from me. "I'm with her, don't stop me, I'm not the paparazzi!" Um rude. I had complimented him and he just totally rejected me. I made a mental note to only insult him in the future.

"Fight me!" I yelled, personally offended that he hadn't answered me. I was guessing his stylist couldn't work miracles then. I had challenged Ryan Evans to a duel. He had to accept otherwise I would not hesitate to throw eggs at him everyday until he crumbled. I could be cruel when I wanted to be.

I was drawn from my thoughts by the sudden realisation I was near an exit. I could leave this hell. "Fuck this shit, I'm out." I put up my hands in surrender. I was going to need some serious therapy after this. I squeezed passed Tico, patting him on the shoulder. "You're on your own now, boy." I liked saying the word boy, it made me sound like some cookoo old timer who had lost all his teeth and does nothing but sit in his rocking chair all day and play the banjo. I aspired to be that man. It only occurs to me now I had weird aspirations.

I was almost at the exit when I was hit in the head a giant ball of the Earth. I was caught off guard and fell forward. I yelled in alarm. However, it seemed everyone was too obsessed with the twins to notice me. My hands flew out in front of me, saving me from any lasting damage but I did end up with a few nasty cuts and bruises. My legs stung like hell. I felt like crying. Did the World hate me or something? Apparently it did as the giant globe rolled pass me. I sighed, I was tired of this school. "Worst day ever." I mumbled before burying my head into my arms.