Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical. I wish I owned Corbin Bleu, but if I did I wouldn't be able to tear myself away from him to write this fic, so I guess it's a good thing I don't own said Corbin.

A/N: Thanks so much for all your great reviews! I just got home from a football game and we totally got slaughtered, so I figured I'd take my mind off things by updating. My depressed-ness over the game is probably why this chapter is so short... but enjoy it anyway! I'll probably update tomorrow when I'm back from a stupid family thing.

The next morning, I woke up and was totally ready for picture day. I'd practiced my smile and used my whitening toothpaste for a week prior. I'd been told on more than one occasion that I had a great smile, so I was going to play my pearly whites up as much as possible. Even if my outfit wasn't that fabulous, my smile was going to be simply radiating. Smiles always tell the truth; I was sure Sharpay's would be more like an evil grin, and I certainly didn't want to look like that. So I was going for a warm, happy look. Almost like I was smiling.

I walked carefully to homeroom, as I didn't want to end up totally destroying my clothes before we had our pictures taken during second block. Walking by the expansive trophy cabinet, I paused to look into the glass like you would look into a mirror. I used it to straighten the magenta scarf tied around my head and gently tease my waved locks. Yep, my hair looked pretty darn good today, if I did say so myself. I'd always been fond of curlier hair, though straight was nice on the right person. I suppose I just like the way curls bounce when you walk. And they feel way better when you run your hair through them.

Alas, I'm getting off topic.

When I entered the room, I was almost floored by how different people made themselves look for picture day. Weren't the yearbook shots supposed to be a reflection on how you look on a daily basis? Then I realized that I'd definitely put more finishing touches on my outfit, much like my peers. Zeke was wearing a really nice polo, and it looked pretty expensive (but what do I know about fashion?) and Jason had actually styled his hair. It didn't look too bad, either. Troy looked more like a golden boy than usual, with his bright blue shirt, which looked like it had been picked to make his eyes stand out. Chad looked like he'd done something different with his hair- highlights, maybe?- and he was actually wearing a nice shirt instead of his novelty tees. Sharpay was wearing a minidress. Honestly! Who wears a minidress to school? Ryan looked rather... interesting in a brightly-colored dress shirt, brown pants, and, of course, a hat. Even Mrs. Darbus looked like she'd put extra thought into her clothes, which was really something.

Homeroom was a little more subdued than usual, though no one was quiet enough to be able to hear channel one news (thought that wasn't much of a surprise- I think I was the only one who was somewhat sad when Errol announced he'd be leaving the show). The jocks weren't tossing a basketball back and forth, and Sharpay hadn't yet made one of her usually frequent trips to her locker. For being so uneventful, the class actually passed rather fast, and, before I knew it, first block was finished as well.

We were called into the auditorium by homeroom, and since my first class had been on the other end of the building, I was one of the last ones to arrive. In fact, everyone except me and Chad had already had his or her picture taken and was leaving just as I was arriving. Hastily, I checked to make sure my clothes weren't wrinkled or anything and that my hair was rather decent.

A rather stupid-looking woman whose only goal in life appeared to be causing other people misery basically attacked me as I made my way toward the picture-taking spot, and the dreadful look in her eyes made it obvious that whatever she was about to do would probably ruin my picture. She was, after all, armed with one of those annoying, and somewhat frightening, cheap little combs and began trying to comb my bangs down flatter. I must have let out some annoyed grumble because she stopped and stepped back, giving me this cold, disapproving glance like the one mom gives me when I ask to go shopping. I guess she thinks I should focus on my studies instead of frivolous things like clothes, but I am a girl after all, and thus like clothes. But this woman couldn't know about that, right?

Anyway, after fending off the woman, I sat on the stool, contorting my torso to face the camera while my feet pointed the opposite direction. Immediately, I felt stupid as I looked toward the camera man and was told to point my chin the other way, lift my eyebrows a little, angle my head slightly. By that point, the muscles in my face had entirely forgotten how to form the smile I'd perfected the night before in my bathroom and I started panicking. Oh God, he started his countdown, asking me to look at the stupid animal he had on top of his camera. I didn't even notice Chad come in and take his place in line- I was too busy trying to make sure I remembered how to smile properly.

10, 9, 8...

My eyes strayed for a second over camera guy's shoulder, where the same woman who had came down on me was trying to force him to straighten Chad's unruly hair. He shot me a look and made one of the stupidest faces I'd ever seen. The lady took his slight distraction from fending her off as an opportunity to force the comb through his hair herself, but as she did it snapped in two.

7, 6, 5...

Watching him and the woman, I couldn't help but smile slightly at the dilemma. Half of the cheap comb was tucked in his hair, while the other half was clutched tightly in her bony hand. The way she fluttered about him, trying to find the best way to extricate the half without messing up the portion she'd already combed was enough to make me laugh more, but the entirely clueless look on his face brought out an even greater laugh.

4, 3, 2, 1. CLICK!

Right after the picture was taken, my laughter ended in a snort, and I was immediately glad I hadn't snorted while the picture was being taken. That wouldn't have looked too great, would it? Anyway, I was pretty sure my picture would have looked absolutely terrible, and I figured I would have to have it retaken, but when I went over to look at the digital proof, I was honestly stunned. It was like my eyes were sparkling and my smile looked so genuine, like I was laughing, which I, of course, was. "That's great," I told the guy before walking out of the room, suddenly in a better mood. The rest of the day actually went pretty wonderfully, and I didn't even notice any of Sharpay's snottiness.

At the end of the day, I was happy to not have to pull my backpack along with me, as I didn't have any homework. That was totally a great day.

A/N: Yeah, so I'm cool enough to put a note at the beginning and the end. So, since I'm so cool, you just know you want to review, right? (