Boxing

She walked over to the gym she heard about. She opened the doors. She saw Troy Bolton exercising on a thing where you had to pull down weights on one arm and the same with the other. While doing this, his back was rested on a black cushion. With him for sure was his best friend Chad Danforth. She tried not to look at them and kept walking up to the heavy bag. She started punching it like mad, putting her anger out. She had a thought pop up in her head. All of the guys that were trying out for boxing were here. She had to think of a way to get Troy back for doing what he did to her car if he did do it. She held the heavy bag for it to stop. "Hey, Troy!" She said catching his attention. "This boxing bag isn't good 'nough for me!"

"So?" He said looking over to his buddy.

"I need a better one," she said like it was nothing.

"Too bad, that's the only one," he said before Chad nudged him. "What?" Then Chad rolled his eyes.

Gabriella walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "come on, lover boy, be my heavy bag."

Troy tensed up. "Okay." The "o" was shaky, but the "kay" wasn't as shaky. He got some gloves from a rack and jumped in the ring, in which Gabriella was sitting in the corner in. Gabriella swung her arm but Troy grabbed it. "Wait," he said, "we need to touch gloves." Gabriella rolled her eyes.

"Not a surprise from rich kids." Reluctantly she touched his gloves. She swung her arm to hit his stomach. He brought his fist to punch her neck and then the other fist to punch her stomach. The hits were almost harder than the other hit she had last year. She held her stomach with one arm and held her neck in pain. He swung his arm and hit her side. He kept punching her and punching her but never hit her face. Gabriella squinted her eyes in pain. Don't cry, don't cry, do not cry! She was telling herself. A flashback hit her head.

The gun was pointed to her. The man who was holding it was shaking, not too sure if he wanted to do this. Gabriella's mother knew what he was about to do. "Don't shoot, Michael," she said, her voice not shaking one bit. With his decision not fully made, he shot Erica in one shot. She fell to the floor. She shot Gabriella still shaking but shot her shoulder. She had never felt a feeling like it. Not in a good way. The pain was shocking and so un-expecting. But it wasn't about her right now. Her mother just got shot in the heart. The shot brought Gabriella to the floor with her mother, who was dead.

To everyone's surprise, Gabriella was crying, hard. Angry tears they could tell. She started punching him crazily nonstop. Some hits were hard, and some were just weak. "Whoa, Gabriella, chill!" Troy said to her holding his arms up.

"SHUT UP!" Gabriella screamed and kept punching him. This caught everyone's attention in the gym, so old people in their forties working on treadmills went to the front. Some men working there went to Gabriella and one held her hips. That one picked her up and she was kicking her legs. "LET GO OF ME!" She screamed. He ignored her and put her down on a chair outside the boxing ring. "WHAT THE—" she was about to say the "h" word.

"Miss, there are kids that go to this gym," the man that didn't pick her up stated.

Without thinking Gabriella punched his face hard and screamed, "I DON'T GIVE A—" she was about to say the "f" word.

"Ma'am please—" the one that picked her up tried to say.

Gabriella's eyes darkened, and she pointed to him with the gloves still on, "and you—you, you…" she punched his chest. "Don't touch me. Or I'll touch you back," she tried to hit him, but he stopped her.

"Don't do this," he told her.

Gabriella didn't listen. He punched him over and over. Eventually, he was knocked out on the floor. The first person got up and tried to stop her but eventually he was knocked out on the floor with his co-worker. Five people came in, bursting through the doors. Gabriella shot her eyes to where the noise was heard. She found it was police. God, it was that bad, she thought. "It's the police," one of them said.

"No dur." Gabriella mumbled.

"Drop the boxing gloves!"

Reluctantly, she did what she was told slowly. "Put your hands up!" The commanded. They were all pointed at her. She was afraid, but didn't show it. "Now, uh, stand still," they said. Gabriella started walking up to them. "Stand still!" They repeated. She didn't stop. A trigger was pulled and hit Gabriella horizontally from her heart. She fell down to the ground eyes closed.

Chad and Troy looked over at each other in surprise. "I think she's dead…" Troy said.

"She's not dead," Chad stated. "Not yet. If she loses too much blood, then she's dead."

"Oh…how do you know this?" Troy asked. Chad looked at him with a knowing look. "Oh…"

"CALL 911!" Someone shouted.

Once the ambulance was there, you could hear the head police say, "Jones, you weren't supposed to shoot her."

Officer Jones looked down.

"Don't look down! If every officer looked down when the shot somebody, their necks would hurt!"

Gabriella was loosing blood; a lot of it. The surgeons were trying to get the bullet out, which was a difficulty. The bullet was slipping, and slipping. "I almost got it!" One of them shouted. Eventually they got the bullet out, and Gabriella lived. Three hours later, Gabriella opened her eyes to see her father asleep with a magazine in his hands in a chair in the room. Under his eyes were dried tears supposedly. Yeah, I bet that's water. She thought. She looked out the glass window. A blond was lying against it. It was Janet, and her back was to Gabriella. Janet wouldn't have come. She probably was bribed. Her father shook. He stretched his legs and his arms. "Hello," Gabriella said. Her father's face lit up.

"Gabriella!" He exclaimed.

"Don't be more excited than I am. I wished I died now."

"Why are you always like that?" He asked.

"Because it's my style," she stated.

"Can't you take it that people care for you and are glad you're alive?"

"I would, but those people like hitting the ones the 'love'," she said.

"Gabriella I didn't mean to hit you—"

"But you did."

"Is it because of your mother's death you're like this?"

"SHUT UP!" She snapped.

"Is it?"

"Leave! Now!" She commanded. Her father got up and when he was at the door…

"No matter how much you don't want me to be you're father. I am." He said, and then he walked out.

"Whatever," Gabriella mumbled.

Gabriella had to stay in the hospital for two more days to recover. When she returned back to school everyone was staring at her. At her old school, if a kid got shot, it wasn't a big deal. It was average matter of fact. An African-American girl ran up to Gabriella. She was wearing a huge headband, jeans, and a yellow shirt. She was also wearing a magenta cropped jacket to top it off. "I'm Taylor." She said.

"I'm I don't care what you're name is," Gabriella said.

"I'm not intimidated by you're tude. You can have one all you want, but it's not gonna get you by." Taylor stated getting ready to leave. Gabriella's eyes widened. That was the first time anyone straightened her up about her attitude. Gabriella sped up and grabbed Taylor's arm.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Sorry, I'm Gabriella," she told her. That was the first time she said sorry after her mother's funeral.

Taylor smiled. "Hi Gabriella, come to room E8 after school. No one will be there but me."

Gabriella smiled back, "okay. Thanks Taylor." They both went their separate ways. Gabriella thought she had made her first friend at East High. She got a great feeling from this.

But she didn't know that it would break so quickly.

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