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Time: 2:45 pm
Place: East High Parking Lot
POV: Troy Bolton
After I finished saying by to Chad, I headed to the car. Got in, turned up the radio, and hit the gas. As I was driving, I stopped at a gas station to get some cigarettes. When I walked in, I saw a Filipino girl, brown hair, chocolate eyes, and a curvy figure. She looked about 12 years old; her beauty mesmerized me. She slipped a 50-dollar bill to the cashier, and he gave her a carton of cigarettes. Then he walked around the counter and started to feel her up, I ran over to the man and punched him square into the jaw. The girl thanked me and ran off. I felt guilty for buying some cigarettes so I grabbed an energy drink instead. I left a 5 on the counter, leaving the man on the floor. As I drove out of the parking lot, I didn't turn on my turn signal. Well, to my luck, a police officer pulled me over. It was a local cop that was best friends with my father. After receiving my ticket, I went home to a very upset dad.
"A TICKET????? TROY ALEXANDER BOLTON!!!!!!!!!" he spat at me, I winced preparing for the worst. This was the 3rd time this month that I had gotten trouble with the law. Smoking behind the school, getting high and trespassing on factory property. Dad had smoke coming out of his ears, he was past red, more like purple. Veins popping out of his neck, and his fist were clenched. "I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU DID ONE MORE THING, THEN I WOULD PUT YOUR PUNISHMENT ON THE COURT!!!!!" I could care less, like he would do that. "Dad, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Blah, blah, blah, the speech of groveling, Dad calmed down and said, "You bet it won't. Now go to your room and don't come out until dinnertime." I rolled my eyes and pranced up the stairs. Whatever… Maybe I should start over, tell you the story of my life, and so forth.
I am Troy Alexander Bolton. I'm 17 and graduating this spring. My father has raised me since the 7th grade. My mother walked out on him, wanting to start all over. Well, to her starting over is un-purposely falling in love with another woman in the West High district. They have been together for 5 years, and counting. I have a younger sister who lives with them mainly. I see her every weekend; my father has restraining order on my mother for harassing her after she asked for the divorce. He took the lower road and did everything in his power to destroy my mom's happiness. I don't date, I am East High's "Golden Boy", and I am the captain of the basketball team. I got it all right? No, I have nothing. I am wrecking my life and trying to get the love and compassion that I haven't gotten all my life. So therefore, here comes the lawbreaking. I don't know why I do it. There is nothing to stop me, nothing to encourage me, and nothing to tell me that I shouldn't do it.
I went to bed early that night, having nightmares, like always. I woke up and freshened up. When I got to school, the girl that I saw at the gas station yesterday was there, except she was older, and taller. I approached her "Excuse me? Are you okay? The guy was a jerk at the station." She looked confused, "Umm, I'm sorry. I don't know what you are talking about. I was at home yesterday." I shook my head, "I saw you at the gas station. I know!! The store clerk was harassing you, and you were buying a pack of cigarettes. I punched the guy… Any of this ringing a bell?" She shook her head. And walked away. I groaned in frustration, when the day was over, Dad called me and told me to go to the guidance office.
When I got there, there were 3 people in there. They motioned me to sit and then they started talking, the old guy first. "Troy, we have heard some news on your recent actions, and that they have not deceased. So, we have decided that," The woman continued, "You will be enrolled into a Big Brother, Big Sister program. This is a program for younger children who don't have an older sibling. Or their siblings neglect them and they live a hard life. This program requires one half of your semester, and all of your after school time." I dropped my jaw, "And if I choose not to do this?" The counselor cut in, "Then you will serve at the local jail and do time. One or the other, we want you to explore the possibilities that can save or make a life better. We already have your client picked out. You will meet her tomorrow after school. If you choose not to do this, be at the courthouse on Saturday at 5:30 am. I will be checking in periodically. Have a good day Mr. Bolton." I got up and left.
When I got home I slammed the door and stomped into my father's room. He was reading the paper. "HOW COULD YOU??? DO YOU WANT ME TO KEEP THE SCHOLARSHIP????" He looked up at me and sat up, "I told you that I would go to the court for your punishment." I rolled my eyes, "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? YOU SAID THAT THE FIRST 2 TIMES!!!!!!!!! HOW WAS THIS ANY DIFFERENT?" Dad smiled and said, "I'd appreciate it if you'd lower your voice. Thank you. I gave you 3 chances. And you ruined them all. It's time that you have a taste of your own medicine. Honestly, I see this as a fun opportunity. Now, I folded your laundry will you please put them up in your dressers? And don't slam any doors, stomp your feet on your way up."
I screamed at him and ran up to my room and closed my door quietly and leaned against it. I slid my back down it and sat on the carpet. And played back on what just happened, I took a deep breath and screamed into my pillow and then flung my self onto my bed and changed into basketball clothes. Then I climbed out my window, slid down the vines, and started running. Where, I don't know. But I ran and ran. I thought for a while and started to cry at myself. I ran harder, realizing that the program was my only out. I hated being stuck with no outlet. I don't live in a room with no unlocked doors and windows. I have to be free.
After have a couple hours of self-relaxation, I ran back home and passed out on my bed. When I woke up the next morning, I was automatically depressed. Had five midterms, a major test, and I have community for the team during free period. After school I was to meet my little sister or brother. After my grueling day I walked to the guidance counselor's office. She greeted me and I sat down as she handed me a contract saying that I would not harm the client in any way, ect. After I signed it she told me the rules. I agreed to all of them, nonetheless excited about this meeting. We left her office and went to a laboratory, I sat down and the teacher left the room. A girl walked in, I gasped, "Who are you? I think that you are in the wrong room." She shook her head and said, "I'm supposed to be meeting my big brother. Are you it?" I was shocked, "Uh, eh, I dunno. I guess I am. Troy Bolton." I held out my hand to shake hers, "Cecelia, but I am known as Lia. Lia Ghirardelli. Nice to meet you." I smiled, "Likewise" I thought for a moment, "As in the chocolate maker?" She nodded, "Yea." I smiled widely, "Sweet!" We laughed, and I knew that we would have a blast together.