Oh my God I feel so stupid, I spelled Compatibility wrong in the title, I was typing fast and it was late but I feel like such and idiot, that's been corrected for all you grammar nazi's out there. Thank you everyone for the amazing reviews I recieved! I can't thank you enough! Please remember that I own nothing and neither know nor own any celebrities mentioned.

Let me give you a few words of advice, if someone tells you that it's not a good idea to introduce yourself to the president of the drama club, no matter how much you love musicals don't do it. Just for future reference, it's a really good way to make enemies. Of course if you want to make enemies then by all means, go introduce yourself (you might even want to sign up to try out for the lead role). Now I have an arch-enemy of my very own, that's right no one hates me more than Sharpay Evans. Well Ryan might hate me more if Sharpay told him to now that I think about it…

Most of the time when your day starts out bad it just gets worse right? That's always the case for me anyway, everything just snowballs out of control. And bad days always start the same way, my mom packs me lunch. She doesn't seem to realize that I need more than just a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a coke to survive the school day, I mean I eat at one-thirty (it's criminal I know) at least give me sustenance! Right? Except I don't think normal people say sustenance, do they?

Anyway, I was walking down the hall gently swinging my brown paper bag hoping against hope that I could trade lunches with someone (or at least beg some food off Martha Cox, now that girl knows how to pack a lunch), when I heard someone calling my name. Naturally I assumed there was another Gabriella in the building (there had to be it's a pretty popular name, and besides who would be calling me anyway?) and kept walking. Until that is the said caller of my name grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. By this time I was ready to karate chop him to death (not that I know any form of martial arts or anything) or at least scream until my voice gave out but my attacker spoke first.

"I've been calling your name for like five minutes, Jesus Christ are you deaf?" Did I say attacker? I should have said crazy stalker, for it was none other than Troy Bolton sole object of my deepest loathing. Although I did feel kinda bad for rejecting him, maybe I could just semi-loath him or something.

"Well actually I am partially deaf in my left ear." I really am, I can't hear anything under twenty decibels with my left ear, an interesting fact but not something I was planning on sharing with the world.

"Really?" Troy actually seemed interested, which kind of freaked me out, "Um, but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. It's about the compatibility test I think that-"

"It's a load of crap." I finished for him. See, I'm not being polite just like I told myself last night. Troy feel the wrath of Gabriella, uh huh that's right she's rejecting you. Folks, this is just a glimpse into my life, remember that. You have no idea how pathetic I really am.

"No I don't think so," Oh God, didn't this guy know how to take a hint? Even when I practically spelled it out for him he was hopeless, "Maybe we're not meant to be a couple but the test isn't wrong. Maybe we're just compatible as friends." Then he gave me this, this look. It was like a mix of puppy dog eyes and 'We both know I'm right', suffice it to say I had to laugh.

"Nice speech, you like English right?" I had him now, how could someone with such a way with words not like English?

"Nah, I'm failing. Can't stand Romeo and Juliet." Damn, I'll never understand him, will I ever learn that? No I'll probably spend the rest of my life trying to figure out what he'll do next, oh man this is not the direction I wanted my life to go in…

I was pondering my new nightmare life when Troy grabbed my shoulders again, it seemed that I had nearly run into a bulletin board and the two people standing in front of it. The blonde girl just kinda smiled weirdly at me (like a fake-ish quickie smile, you know the kind?) while the guy wrote his name on one of the sign up sheets that was tacked up there.

"Who are they?" I asked when we had cleared a distance of about ten feet. I had seen the girl strutting around the hallway and just figured that she was a cheerleader, the super-inflated ego is pretty common in their crowd, but cheerleaders never signed up for anything other than cheerleading. At least that's how it was in every other school I went to but leave it to East High to encourage clique integration.

"Sharpay and her brother Ryan, co-presidents of the Drama Club and the leads every year." I had heard some pretty weird names in my life time (most of them happened to belong to celebrity's children, I mean Pilot Inspektor, Fifi Trixibelle, Tallulah Pine, Apple, Diva Muffin, come on) but none of them beat Sharpay (well maybe Diva Muffin did but at least she wasn't named after a dog…just you know, a muffin).

"I love musicals! I'm gonna go introduce myself." One of the things that's actually good about me; I can sing. I'm talking American Idol here and I love musicals. Wicked, Smile, Oliver, The Lion King, A Chorus Line, I've seem 'em all. It would be cool to have a friend who loved musicals as much as I did.

"That's not really-" I walked over to Sharpay leaving Troy to overreact by himself.

"Hi my name's Gabriella. I'm new here." I smiled and stuck out my hand, with any luck this girl would get the impression that I was actually normal. Or she'd know right away that I never received the normal gene from my parents. Eh, she'd find out sooner or later either way.

Blondie snorted (making her look and sound like a very primped pig) and pulled her hands up to her face (like she was disgusted with me, can you imagine?), "Like I care?"

Can we say major snob? On the bright side she was talking to me, however degrading her words were. Even the mean people were kind of nice here, I was getting to like this place. Now that Sharpay and I had engaged in conversation I felt it was my sole duty to keep it going.

"Well I love musicals, I was even thinking of signing up this year. Are there any good supporting roles?" What? Were you thinking that I was actually going to sign up for a lead? Me? No way, I'd probably end up setting the stage on fire or something.

I was just congratulating myself on saying the right thing when Sharpay smiled, and not the nice friendly kind of smile either. The kind that meant that you going to get gravy poured on your head at lunch or glue poured down your back in art or something even more horrible that hadn't happened to me yet. This was not good, almost worse than not being able to read Troy. Almost.

"Sorry darling, the sign up sheet and auditions for the cast were up yesterday. You shouldn't sign up today…unless you want to be a lead that is." All of this was relayed in a sickly sweet voice that seriously told me that the girl needed a few acting lessons and Presidents of the Drama Club shouldn't need acting lessons.

"That's okay Sharpay, she doesn't want to sign up. Gabriella's just new and trying to find her place, you know?" Aww how sweet Troy was rushing to my defense, didn't he see how this was going to implement in Sharpay's mind that I was weak? Didn't he know that she was going to mercilessly torture me for the rest of my life (my life, or lack there of, in Albuquerque anyway)? What kind of friend would do that, not a very smart one let me tell you.

"Oh but Troy we'd love to have you in the musical!" Same disgustingly sweet voice and Troy was eating it up. Maybe everyone in East High was just stupid, Sharpay didn't have to be a great (or even good) actress to impress idiots, "I'm sure that we could find a great part for you! Right Ryan?" Oh yeah, the brother. I forgot about him, I wonder if he gets that a lot? I can totally imagine it, 'Who are you again?', 'I don't recall you, have we met?', 'Have you seen someone named Ryan around here? Sharpay told me to talk to him.'. This Ryan guy and I could have a serious connection here, he could be my gay best friend (if we're judging his orientation by his looks)! Oh man that would be so cool.

"Sure Sharpay, but he'd have to try out for a lead, single auditions were yesterday."

Troy didn't look very comfortable with the idea, perfect for revenge (he did practically give Sharpay an opening to hate me). I mean worst case scenario his voice sucks and he doesn't get a part, it's not gonna kill him.

"That sounds great! This is going to be so fun!" I squealed in my best Sharpay imitation, which considering the fact that I'd met her five minutes ago was pretty damn good. Grabbing the pen dangling from the board I filled in our names under Sharpay's immense (and incredibly illegible) signature which (surprise!) was the only one there. Well Ryan's was there too but we've already established his non importance.

"You are so dead." she whispered to me in the scariest voice I had ever heard a Paris Hilton wannabe use. Must remember to show no fear, show no fear, show no fear. I needed a cool reply, something that would make her jaw drop.

"See you all in auditions tomorrow!" I called merrily, hopeing to God that the try outs really were tomorrow. Oh right, snappy comeback…

"Nice penmanship…darling" Not my best work but hey, she was glaring at me! I was under pressure.

Tomorrow was going to suck.

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