The principal sat Sharpay roughly down in one of the red chairs again. "Hmph." She said crossing her arms. The principal furiously dialed the numbers she had just dialed an hour before.

"Hello, Miss. Evans? This is Brenda Harp from East Elementary. I know I called you earlier to let you know that your daughter would be staying with me after school but since we have had some incidents I think you should hear about…Of course I will be happy to let you talk to your daughter, but first let me explain everything to you in my own words."

Sharpay ignored her principal as she told her mother everything she had done wrong that day. She dug her finger nail into the fabric of the chair and began pulling until she had a decent size whole going. Then she began pulling up the fabric. By the time the principal reached over to hand her the phone Sharpay had completely pulled off all the cloth of the chair and was working on pulling out all the stuffing, giggling and humming a song while she did so.

The principal shrieked, "You destroyed my chair! What are you a dog?"

Sharpay wheeled around, "I AM NOT A DOG! SHARPAY'S MY NAME FOR A BETTER REASON!"

The principal reported Sharpay's final action to her mother, then handed her the phone. Sharpay brought it up to her ear,

"Hello?" "Hello darling" "Hi Mommy!" "Your principal tells me you've been having some trouble at school." "It's not my fault." "Of course not, it never is." Her mother's voice came out sarcastic. "Mommy! Don't you love me?" "Yes, yes, of course. We'll discuss this after school when you get home from detention. Sweetie, I want you to promise Mommy you'll be good, for the rest of the day." "Okay."

Sharpay hung up. "I hope your happy." She said squinting her eyes t the principal. "Sharpay you will be held responsible for the destruction of that chair. I brought these two chairs to my office from home. They belonged to my grandmother and are worth, two thousand dollars a piece!"

Sharpay rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Yeah, whatever they look like pieces of crap to me." The principal looked ready to scream. Instead she looked at Sharpay as if she would kill her with her eyes, "Go back to class. Sit down. Do your work. Don't argue, don't blurt out, and don't even talk. When you and Troy return to me, you are both going straight to the guidance counselor to discuss your issues. I do not have the patience to deal with you again today. Go."

Sharpay returned to class she looked down. She made her way towards her table. "Hey!!!! You're back we went looking for you but we couldn't find you and then the teacher came out of the office and drug us back here!" Troy said in excitement. "Hey, are you okay?" his tone changed to concern. Sharpay nodded, "I hate that principal."

Troy agreed, "Don't we all. So, look I finished my drawing of you wanna see?" He held it up. "Troy, that's great!" she said, "Can I keep it?" "Okay." Troy said handing it over.

Sharpay and Troy sat in the guidance counselor's office swinging their feet.

"Sharpay, why is it, that you always do the opposite of what ever an authoritive adult tells you to do?"

Sharpay shrugged, "'Cus it's fun." "Well I think there must be a better reason than that. Do you not get enough attention at home so you fend for it at school?"

Troy snorted, "Oh don't worry she gets plenty of attention at home!" Sharpay glared at him.

"I have always been this way. You don't have to use psycho logic on me!" The guidance counselor smiled. "It's not 'psycho logic' Sharpay. I am just trying to understand why you do the things you do. Sharpay again shrugged, "Because I like to be in charge. I like to get my way. I like to tell people what to do."

"Well Sharpay that is true for almost every kindergartner in America, but you are much more extreme than anyone I've ever seen. You know that if you're always mean to people you won't make any friends don't you?"

Sharpay nodded, "Yes I will, Troy's my friend. And so is Gabriella, and my twin Ryan. People like me because I'm so cute. I can tell you probably didn't have that problem growing up but that's okay, we're all born different looking."

The guidance counselor closed her eyes for a moment and reopened them, "This is exactly what I'm talking about. Why would you say those kinds of things to people? Do you not realize that they have feelings too."

Sharpay giggled, "Of course I do. It would be pointless to say these things if I couldn't hurt their feelings."

The counselor nodded, "You like to hurt people's feelings?" Sharpay nodded an evil look casting her face, "Yes." She whispered, "But I don't just want hurt them. I want to destroy them. See them in pain, struggling, watch them drown. That is the best feeling in the world."

The guidance counselor nodded kinda slowly, in shock, "Well… That's disturbing. Sharpay… I think you need to go to a private school for a while to deal with these feelings. I'm prescribing you an order that you attend this school starting next week. Your mother will have to agree."

Sharpay's eyes widened and began to grow moist, "No! No! No! You can't do that! All my friends are here! Troy!" Sharpay ran over to her friend and hugged him tightly, "Don't let me go. Don't let me go." She whispered to him. Troy stood in shock. Had that just happened.

The counselor shook her head, "My mind is made up. It is for your own good Sharpay. Viola Academy it is!"