My Parents Hold My Future.
Chapter 2; 'Ella'
The next morning, Gabriella woke up to the sound of annoying birds 'chirping' outside her window.
Gabriella's thoughts;
Oh great. A new day and a new school. Just great.
"Gabriella!" Her aunt called from the kitchen.
"I'm coming!" Gabriella yelled back. Still half asleep none the less.
The butler, Jives knocked on Gabriella's door.
"Come in." Gabriella replied, to the knock. Jives stepped into her room, with french toast, eggs, muffins and a glass of orange juice.
"Oh thank you, Jives." Gabriella said as walking to her boxes, which were all over the floor and picking out a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
"Miss Montez, would you like me to iron that for you?" Jives said, holding out his hand to take the t-shirt from her.
"Yeah, thanks." She said handing it to him.
Jives walked out of the door as Gabriella stepped out onto her balcony with the tray in hand.
"Wow, its such a nice day." She said to herself.
"It is isn't it." A voice, from the garden said. Gabriella looked around her, then down underneath her.
"Who's that?" She said, a little puzzled.
"Me." Troy said, jumping up onto the balcony behind her.
"Who the hell is me?" She said still looking around.
"Troy, at your service." He said taking a bow.
"Oh ha ha. How did you get up here?"
"Climbed."
"Oh, cool. Why are you here?"
"I told you yesterday, I;m walking with you to school."
"Um, big surprise. I'm not dressed yet."
"Oh I'll wait here you can get changed." Troy closed his eyes, with his hands.
"Ok. But I'm shutting the curtains over." Gabriella said sticking out her tounge at him. Troy laughed as Gabriella walked downstairs to get her t-shirt.
10 Mins later. Gabriella stepped out wearing her purple Ramones t-shirt and jeans. White pumps and her hair down naturally curly."Wow. You look really nice." Troy said smiling at her.
"Thanks." She said, blushing a little. They both walked out of the house and onto the sidewalk.
15 mins later. Arriving, at school."So, this is school."
"Oh no. You don't say." She said laughing at his stating of the obvious.
"What do you have after homeroom?" Troy asked.
"11th Grade Chemistry. You?"
"PE. I'm a sucker for it. Do you know I play for the basketball team?"
"Eh. I can see your picture up there" She said pointing at a picture of the team.
"Oh. OK. "
The bell rang. Sharpay came running along the corriders.
"Come on Troy, we got to get to homeroom." Sharpay cried, grabbing his arm and lightly tugging at him.
"Yeah OK. Come on Ella."
"Ella?"
"What its just a nick-name for you." He said smiling at her once more.
"Oh. OK. Thats nice."Gabriella (Or 'Ella' as we shall call her.) said smiling again.
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There we go. My friend (whos an amazing writer btw) helped me write this. So you shouldn't see any typos :)
Thanks (;
Sarah xxxxx
