Okay, I plan on rambling on for a little while so here's the important stuff, Takes place a few days after where the story left off, I did my HW for this one so be prepared for a surprise! u can skip anything after this so anyway, I've always wanted to be a deep writer, like those ones that can make you cry from the first paragraph. SO I am hoping that I can cut down on the humor and fluff and make the story more meaningful, so that's where my surprises come in! Don't have a specific story for this one, so even I am wondering where this is going!!
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The saying "The whole secret of life is to be interested in one thing profoundly and a thousand other things well." seemed to be amazingly specific to how Troy Bolton's mind worked. His one thing that he was interested in 'profoundly' was Gabriella Montez, which everyone knew. But he wasn't 'interested' in her; he loved her. When Gabriella broke his heart, he felt as if someone had taken a sharp knife, stabbed him in the chest, and twisted it until he screamed for the last time. But of course Gabriella was always there to heal his wounds and make it harder for him to let go.
So after the party at his house that Friday night, he began a new ritual. Every few nights, which the word 'few' began to mean less and less, he would lock his bedroom door, take out his iPod and a Altoids tin that was hidden inside a cut out portion in a bible that was locked inside the bottom nightstand drawer in his room. By the time this ritual had begun it was midnight, no one in the Bolton house would be awake. Then Troy would prepare himself for bed, and get into it. He would turn on the iPod and play from a play list called 'Ecstasy' and pull out the zip lock bag from the Altoids can, with pills inside that had the same name. He would never take more than he could handle, or that would cause too much damage, although people say that taking any at all would cause damage, but by now he learned to ignore them.
He loved the feeling that he got when the pills had taken effect. They made him feel like his life wasn't hell and that he could have anything he wanted. Sometimes he got hallucinations of Gabriella giving him a lap dance or something much dirtier, but whether he got hallucinations or not, he liked the feeling. He had not yet taken the pills in public for he still wasn't sure what he could do subconsciously. He kept the elaborate fantasies that it gave him at home in his bed. Most days it was nothing even close to masturbating, although on some days he wished it was. They usually consisted of just thinking, forgetting problems and just thinking. But the more Troy took the pills he began to realize just how much his life really sucked. Every morning after the 'thinking' and such he would awake to find his life how it usually was; loveless and boring.
The same thing happened everyday. He would wake at 6 so he could be at school for early practice by 7. Then he would go to his classes where everyone would speak obsessively about basketball and the girls about what they bought that weekend at Hollister. Then he would go to lunch, eat his sandwich, chips, and drink his Gatorade. Then go to free period, where on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays he would go to the gym for free period workout, and on Thursday s and Fridays he would go to the band hall to rehearse with Gabriella, which really was the only thing that kept him going. Then he would finish up the other classes and go to basketball practice (for the third time on most days). Once he had showered and gotten cleaned up he would go to the theatre, practice until 6, then go home for dinner and more basketball practice. Some days things would change, and he would move around a schedule to fit in a party or something, but his father always patronized him about it.
No one noticed his change in behavior. No one must've cared. So many times he wanted to lock himself in his room and cry all night, but he resorted to the drugs instead. If anyone knew how he had started to act, and what new hobbies he had gained, they would have called him Emo and kicked his ass. But he tried to ignore the fact that no one would ever speak to him if they knew who he really was. Such things consisted of the drugs, and song writing. Troy could sometimes pour his heart out onto the paper, but he'd never let anyone see them, never.
I just couldn't really explain all of that in Troy's POV, especially the first couple of things. Please review!!