The Winner Takes It All.

Sharpay Evans got out of her pink convertible, carrying her bedazzled cap and gown. She was half smiling and half frowning, in a way that made her seem bitter. She thought to herself of her High School Career and how happy she was that it was finally over. She unlocked the door and walked into her empty three levels home. Ryan and her parents had taken Troy and the wildcats out to brunch, after an overwhelming yet joyous graduation ceremony. Sharpay had always excluded Troy's name when she mentioned the Wildcats, because technically he was the one who started it all. Not to mention, everyone knew he'd meant a lot more to Sharpay than any other person had, except Ryan and herself of course.

She made her way up the winding staircase to her loft bedroom, which currently consisted of a bed with generic sheets, and her furniture that was too big to pack. Everything; including two closets worth of clothes, her bed linens, her Egyptian cotton curtains, her vanity, her canopy, and almost everything was packed away and being shipped to U of A. She walked to her bathroom, started a shower, and threw her dirty clothes in the hamper to be washed and packed away. Sharpay had one week left of being home, and then, she would move her stuff to her dorm. Where it would collect dust until the end of summer when the semester would start. She, however, was heading for San Diego, for one last vacation until she was back in school.

Everything felt so different to her, she almost felt grown up. And she couldn't lie, she was scared. But she had never been so excited in her life. Finally she was escaping from the Wildcats, and everything her school peers had ever held against her. She was going to get her life back to the way it was when she was happy. Before Troy broke her heart, and before her brother dropped her flat. Life was going to be so much better at the University of Albuquerque. She could be whoever she wanted. And no one would have to know. Sure, some kids from East High would be attending there too, but almost none of them were into theater, and music. So she wasn't worried about running into them.

One last vacation was all she needed to pull away from home, and the classmates that lived in the neighborhood. She wondered if she should invite Ryan along. She thought it would be nice to have some company. But a few seconds after picking up her phone and writing a text to her brother. She decided he wouldn't want to leave the wildcats anyway. It was funny how things work out. One day, Ryan and her inseparable, dying for that fame and stardom that they were introduced to as toddlers, the next day, they barely talked to each other, and Ryan was the one on his way to Julliard on a scholarship, leaving the last connection to his twin behind.

Just as Sharpay was putting on her favorite pajamas, and loading her computer, the lock of the main entrance clicked. Indicating her family was home. She ran down the stairs, and opened the door for them.

"Thanks honey." her father said, as he came in with bag of leftovers from the restaurant.

"Oooh! Is that ChocoLava Cake?" Sharpay exclaimed, greeting her favorite food.

"Sure is." her mom said.

Sharpay, opened the box, and cut a piece of cake for herself, after asking if anyone wanted any. She sat down at the barstools and began to eat, when her mother said.

"Shar sweetie, are you sure you don't want to spend the summer here? And THEN move in to U of A?"

"I'm sure mom, no offence, but I want out of here as soon as possible." Sharpay looked up from her cake at Ryan, who already had a guilty look on his face. He knew her exact reasons for wanting to leave.

"But, what about Troy and the gang? Don't you want to spend time with them before they leave?" Mrs. Evans questioned.

"God mom! Why must you put him first, like he's important to me or something." she bitterly barked.

"Because Sharpay, you know he does." Ryan added in.

"Not anymore Ryan. They've all made it perfectly clear, that I'm not wanted here. And as much as I will miss you guys. I never want to be anywhere near the Wildcats again. I've dealt with them throughout High School, and now…I'm free."

Sharpay didn't want to hear what Ryan or her parents had to say to that, she picked up the rest of her cake, and went to her room. Turning on her iPod on as she walked in the door, she sat down at her candy pink laptop, and checked her profile page. Once again she realized it hadn't changed in days, except her status that was counting down till she left for San Diego.

:: Flashback ::

Sharpay stood on stage with her "diploma" in her hands. It was the last scene of "High School Musical" the last East High Musical for the seniors graduating. It was a fake graduation, which was included in the rest of the plot that involved the end of the senior's years. She stood there, looking down at her glittery feet, as Troy was given the decision to attend Julliard, Sharpay's dream school, or U of A. The place she was accepted to. IN her heart she wanted him to get into A of U, just so she could see him often. But then, a spite in her brain told her she'd want him to go to Julliard, not only because he'd be further from Gabriella than ever before, but also because she finally would have been right. She'd always told him, he belonged in theater. She would've proved everyone wrong. Her head snapped up when he confessed he hadn't chosen either. He'd chosen a place just to be with Gabriella, giving up his best choices for her. She felt a ping of jealousy, and then a ping of remorse. For the rest of the two weeks at school Sharpay walked hurriedly through the halls, covering every inch of East high with memorabilia that she wanted the new Wildcats to remember her for. She took Zeke to prom, enjoyed herself. Then Graduation came, and finally Sharpay understood. She had finally accepted that Troy and the other Wildcats, didn't want anything to do with her. She'd never felt like an outcast, but that moment was when Sharpay realized, she would not spend her summer at home.

: End Flashback:

One week, was all she had left to say goodbye to the very few people that ever actually cared. And once she was finished, it was on to a new place, with new people. May the best rise again. Because the winner takes it all.