Sharpay came walking down the stairs scowling on Wednsday morning. "Mommy why do I have to where this dress. It's itchy." she whined, wrinkling her nose.
Sharpay began to scratch herself. "Don't do that darling." he mother said grabbing her arm and placing her hand by her side. "You look adorable."
Sharpay crossed her arms and huffed, "I don't like it." she pouted. Her mother sighed, "Well what did you have in mind? I want you to look sweet today, it will help us in court." Sharpay smiled and ran upstairs.
"This one!" she called a minute later, holding out a blue and white sailor dress, "I always look really really really really really really really really really really REALLY cute in this one!"
Sarah smiled, "Yes, you do. And we can put pretty blue and white ribbons in your hair."
Half an hour later Sharpay stood by the door, "Come on Mommy! Daddy and Ryan can drive themselves!" she called. She was wearing her sailor dress, and had her hair pulled back in a mass of blonde curls and curly blue and white ribbons. She began dancing around impatiently.
Mr. Evans came down the stairs and smiled at her, "I'd rather ride with you and Mommy." he said, "I thought you liked when I drove."
"Daddy!" Sharpay squealed, and jumped on him. Luckily he caught her as she came up. "I like when Mommy drives better she always goes faster." Sharpay explained.
"Speaking of which." he mumbled. "Sarah!" he called, "Come on we have to be there in 20 minutes what are you doing with that boy?"
"She doesn't know what she's doing!" came Ryan's whiny voice, "She's trying to put me in kacky pants! Do you know what that will do to my complexion?!"
Sharpay inhaled a big deep breath and screamed, "RYAN, SHUT UP, AND GET DOWN HERE! YOU LOOK LIKE A DORK ANYWAYS, AND I'VE GOT TO BE IN COURT IN 20 MINUTES!"
Her dad began to laugh and Ryan appeared seconds later, crying and making whiny noises. Sharpay thrust her two hands up to her head, "Oh my god!" she said, "Ryan you are five years old! You're not a child any more, stop crying!"
Ryan sniffled and attempted to wipe his tears. Sharpay started wiggling and hitting her dad untill he set her down. She came up and linked arms with her brother, "I am glad Mommy put you in a suit though," she whispered in his ear, "You would have looked horrible in kacky." Then she said louder, "You look very handsome today."
Sharpay sat on the wooden bench, staring at her shiny Mary Janes. She straightened her lacy socks and began kicking the bench in front of her. Nobody said anything, and it angered Sharpay. She kicked harder and harder. Still nothing.
Sharpay kicked the man sitting in front of her in his bald head this time. Sharpay began to giggle as he rubbed his head. But when he turned around he looked very scary. Sharpay pulled her knees up to her chest and stared at him wide eyed, waiting for him to fume. He continued to stare at her and say nothing. That drove Sharpay crazy.
"WELL!" she yelled standing up on her bench and drawing the attention of the entire court room, "Aren't you gonna say something?! What's your problem baldy?! Leave me alone, you freak, stop staring at me! That's creepy you know, what are you some sorta' rapist or killer or something!?" The man continued to stare at her looking confused.
"GO AWAY! GO AWAY! GO AWAY! GO AWAY!" Sharpay said covering her eyes as he continued to stare at her. Sharpay started crying, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed. The entire court room was confused, nobody could understand why Sharpay was making such a big deal, except of course the people that knew her and knew that Sharpay was all about making big deals.
Sarah rushed up from the bench behind Sharpay, and picked up her daughter and sat down with her, sitting Sharpay on her lap. "Sharpay what on earth is the matter?!" she exclaimed. "I don't like being stared at!" Sharpay screamed. Sarah glanced around the court room nervously. She was not off to a very good start.
She shushed Sharpay and sat her down next to her getting some kleenexes out of her purse and wiping off Sharpay's face with them.
Later after the case had been established and the guidance counselor had stated her entire encounter with Sharpay, it was the defendants turn. Sarah's lawyer, Jason, stood up, "We call Sharpay A. Evans to the stand." Sharpay skipped up then stopped when she spotted her friends.
"Hey Troy, Gabi!" she squealed, "You guys came! Look at me!" She ran over and began to hug her friends. "Miss. Evans, on stand now!" the lawyer said firmly. Sharpay stomped her foot, "I'm coming retard you don't have to yell!"
Sarah rested her head in her hands, disstressed. This wasn't going as planned.
Sharpay ran over to the stand and jumped up to the wooden seat. She dissapeared. She stood on the seat instead, and leaned foward resting her elbows with the microphone between them.
"Miss. Evans," he began. "Sharpay" she corrected. Jason shook his head and continued, "Would you perfer to continue on at East Elementary, or would you rather attend Viola Academy?" he asked trying to make all of his questions simple enough for a five year old.
"I wanna' stay at East Elementary." she said. "And why is this?" he asked. "All my friend's go there. See there's Troy and Gabi right there..." she said stretching out and pointing her arm to them. She turned and glared at the lawyer, "I was giving them hugs before I was so rudely intterupted." she continued, "Plus, the playgrounds really cool. There's this tire swing that Troy pushes me on. And this marry-go-round thingy and the hugest slide ever!!!" Sharpay said holding her arms vertically as far as they would go to demonstrate huge.
"And Gabriella has one hundred and twenty crayons! There's not just pink. There's tickle me pink, electrifying pink, pink rose, peachy pink, fushia, hot pink, light pink, pinkish red, and neon pink! Where am I gonna get all that pink at this other school, huh? And what if they don't even let us color at all? Look at this." Sharpay reached into her little white snap close purse, and pulled out a couple of drawings, which were the only contents in the small bag.
"This is a picture Troy drew me. There's me, my husband Troy, my best friend Gabi, Troy's best friend Chad, Taylor who eats grass, and my brother Ryan. That was when we were suppost to draw pictures of our family. Then Troy drew me this picture of me and him at our wedding. See? We got married on the playground, but when I get older like..." she began counting on her fingers, "Like when I'm eight, we're gonna' get married for real! And this is the picture I drew of me and Gabriella climbing that tree we found. And this is the picture I colored in of my squirell just 'cus I thought it looked pretty." She folded the drawings back up and stuck them in her purse.
"Um... Thank you, for showing us those." Jason said, "May I keep them for evidence?" "NO!" Sharpay screamed grabbing her purse off the stand and holding it back, "They're mine!!!!!"