OK THIS CHAP IS SET 2 YEARS LATER! I know it makes no sense because the gang should have graduated but they are SENIORS in this bit cuz its no fun if they aren't there… ready to juice it up? Xox

Dear Troy,

It has been 2 years now and still no word.

I know you're alive. I received a tattered post card a few months back.

Meant for me, I presume ... Perhaps not.

Do you still care to know what is happening here?

The Wildcats continue to play and win despite your absence, although many no longer seem to care of the outcome.

The latest musical was fairly successful, though I'm told it does not even compare to the performance you once gave on that same stage.

Why don 't you write?

Are you never coming back, and afraid to tell me?

Gabriella continues to do well; she has been offered a scholarship to Brown to begin next fall, though I'm not sure if she will go.

I think she, too, is waiting for you.

Troy, I have nowhere to send this letter.

And I have no reason to believe you wish to receive it.

I write it only for myself.

And so I'll hide it away with all the other things left unsaid and undone between us.

Your Emma.

The East High Wildcats were Jack's whole life. He had given his all to Troy's career, but Troy wasn't strong enough to handle to heat, he would never make it, so Jack had moved his efforts towards the team. Troy's absence had left a whole in the heart of the team. The same boys continued to play, but most of them had lost heart. No one could replace what the team used to be, though some had tried. Jack watched as the young men before him gave him their all in pre-season training. He thought of the way he used to watch the same men when they were boys playing Troy, so long ago when there was nothing but the game and how they shared it together. But Jack hated basketball now. To him it was a poison that seeped into his very blood and corrupted his heart. And now, he had lost his only son. He would stop playing if he could, but it was all knew, and he needed a job still to support his wife. Everyday Jack would race home from East High and check the mailbox. Some days the postman would be late and Jack would wait out the front like a small child awaiting the arrival of a birthday gift. But everyday was the same. No word of Troy's whereabouts or what he was doing. Jack spent all day everyday wondering how he could possibly find his child, and spent many nights creating elaborate plans on how to track him down. But these were far fetched. And even if he was to someday see his son again, what could he possibly say to make everything ok? He couldn't answer this. And he knew there never would be an answer. But still everyday he raced home for the mail; a false hope the only thing keeping him sane, for it is so often said that he who loses faith, loses all. Jack and Anna had not split, but there marriage was not what it once was. Perhaps they both thought that if Troy was to ever come home, they wanted him to have a family to come home to, and not just the shards of one that he may feel he broke.

When Jack was a Wildcat back in high school, there was a guy on his team named Scott Burns. They were best friends, and inseparable, and had kept contact since high school. Scott Burns was now the coach of the San Antonio Spurs, a well-known NBA team that was based primarily in New Mexico. As a present for his team before their last season together, Jack had purchased courtside tickets to the Spurs' first game of the season in Albuquerque. Jack had then arranged with Burn for the Spurs to then come back to East High gym the following day and meet the Wildcats and possibly have a game with them or something. However in true EH tradition, what once was a secret was now bulletin news and apparently the whole school were turning up to watch from the bleachers. But Jack didn't mind, team publicity was always good.

The atmosphere in the Wildcat bus on the way to the game was buzzing. Being the first game of the season, the Spurs had a new line up including a player that was yet to be named. He had been in the papers and sports mags for weeks and all NBA fans were talking about him. Tonight they would find out his name and they were so excited to be the first to see him, after all, he sounded like a hero.

(Newspaper clipping)

And the buzz on everybody's lips this week is talk of the unveiling of the San Antonio Spurs' newest recruitment at their first game of the season in just 2 days time. Scott Burns, competent coach of the Spurs for going on 7 seasons, has milked the publicity of the unveiling of his new player by telling the public a remarkable amount about the player but keeping his name completely under wraps. He has also attracted attention by the apparent background of the player in question. A team-mate of the new player revealed that the boy in question, of unknown age, was discovered by Burns when he was collecting one of his team members from a community service stint after being found drunk driving. The boy was living in an overcrowded Salvo's mission home in downtown San Antonio, apparently having lived there on a permanent basis for a number of years. Burns remarked on the boy: "Yeah, he was a half-starved little scarecrow when I found him. But he had spirit." The recruitment of a boy with no connections or family, merely raw talent, has sparked the idea among younger aspiring basketballers that anyone from any background can be a sportsman, and thus created many new fans for Burns and his team. The Spurs have their first game against the Memphis Grizzlies later this week.

When Troy was 9 he tried to imagine what it would feel like to be in the locker room before your first ever NBA game. He thought he would be scared, but excited. Well 9 years later, he sat in an empty spare locker room, almost shitting himself, but not for the reasons he thought he should be. He couldn't do it: how was he supposed to expose himself to a world he had spent so long hiding from? He couldn't do it. His thoughts were interrupted by Coach walking in. Scott had been like a father to him lately. Well, what Troy supposed a father was supposed to be like. He supported him, but he also seemed to respect 'Trey' and the strength he seemed to have. Troy or 'trey' never spoke about his past, and Scott respected that by never asking questions or remarking on the scars he carried.

"Hey kid, you almost ready?" Troy looked at him and just shook his head. Scott gave him a weird look and came and sat down next to him. Troy put his head in his hands. They were silent for a moment before Troy spoke it a seemingly restricted voice.

"I can't do it Coach. I can't go out there." Scott just nodded and put his hand on Troy's shoulder.

"Yes you can. You want this. I know you do. Even if right now you're scared." Troy shook his head.

"No. You don't get it." Scott remained silent before speaking quietly.

"So explain it to me." Troy thought for a minute before he started.

"I- I've spent the last few years running from everything I used to know. And hiding, purposely avoiding drawing attention to myself so I would never have to face what used to be. Now I'm supposed to go out there and bare myself to half the country? Everything I've spent so long running from is going come my way at full speed. It will find me. How am I supposed to go out there knowing that?" Troy looked Scott in the eyes. The question wasn't rhetorical, he really needed an answer, and he hoped Coach had it.

"I'll tell you how you can do that. Because you have nothing to fear. You aren't subject to your past anymore Trey, because you beat the past. You can walk out there and show yourself to the world, even the parts of the world you want to leave behind, because the past doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't matter who did what to you, or what they thought of you, because you beat them. Despite everything you made something of yourself. So much so that 100 million plus people are going to watch you tonight, and yell your name." Troy was silent for a minute and then gave a sad laugh, breaking eye contact with Scott.

"Trey Parker isn't my name." He looked up at Scott. "And I'm not 23, I'm only 18." Scott thought for a minute then spoke quietly.

"Well I hope one day, you will let me know what it really is." Troy just looked at him, silently thankful that Scott had found him.

"Yeah." Scott looked at him and got up and walked to the door.

"Put your shoes on we're on in 2 minutes." Troy nodded and Scott left. Troy knew Scott was right. He knew Jack would be watching. And he knew he had beaten him. He had become what he was supposed to be, by himself, without anyone's help. He didn't, and he was going to walk out their proud. He stood up and looked in the mirror. 'Ok Troy, this it is. Your moment. Just enjoy it.'

Troy was standing in a line with the other players. He of course was last, the surprise ending so to speak. One by one the names of the players were called and they ran out to a screaming crowd. Only too soon was he the only one left standing. He was going to barf. Forget butterflies, he had stampeding rhinoceroses in his stomach. Finally he heard the commentator announce:

"And now ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together, this is the moment you've all been waiting for. I am proud to introduce to you, the newest member of the San Antonio Spurs, known only as their 'secret weapon', I present to you, TREY PARKER!"

The crowd went nuts. Troy took a deep breath, put on a huge smile and jogged out to the centre of the court to join his team. When he got there his friend Jay grabbed him by the shirt and put an arm around his shoulder, as though showing him off to the crowd. Troy laughed and waved to the crowd and the thousands of camera flashes all going off at once. Scott came up and stood next to him putting his hand on Troy's shoulder in a fatherly manner. After about 5 minutes of yelling, the commentator finally got the crowd to calm down enough so he could read out the names of the other team. Scott began talking quietly to Troy.

"Glad you came out?" Troy just smiled up at him. "Like I said Trey, this is your moment." Troy laughed and Scott ruffled his hair, laughing as well. Trey looked up and into the crowd. Right into the face of the last person he wanted to be there. As much as it was an emotional shock, it was physical to, and troy groaned thinking he was about to throw up. His eyes dropped to the ground and he tried to hide from the crowd the affect certain members of the crowd were causing him. Scott looked at him in dismay but before he could say anything they heard the commentator announce the teams would return to their dressing rooms to take off their tracksuits and get ready to warm up. Troy walked with the rest of the team off the court, but as soon as he was out of site he ran into the change rooms and threw his guts up in the toilet. Jay came over to see if he was ok, but Troy was too deep in shock to speak, so Jay went out and to find Scott who had been trapped by reporters.

The Wildcats sat in silence in their chairs. They looked as though they had seen a ghost. Well in one sense they had seen a ghost; a ghost from the past. Jack had gone a shade paler than white, almost green or grey. The team wasn't far behind either. It was Troy. It had to be. He had seen them; it had to have been him. Same smile, same eyes, same build, same everything. He was alive. More than that he was happy. He had done it. He was living his dreams. And he had done it alone when no one believed in him. They were all still silent when Jay came out of the change room and half hauled Coach Burns off the court. However most of them didn't process what was going on. Troy was back. He was alive. And he was famous? How could they have not made that connection? I mean, what were they supposed to do forget they knew him? Did he want them to act like they had never met? This had to be a dream; it was all too surreal…

(Meanwhile back in the change room.)

Jay led Scott to where Troy was sitting on the floor next to the toilet. Every time he thought about going back out there he threw up again. He was not ready for this. Scott sat down on the floor, his back against the wall, next to troy. He handed Troy a bottle of water to wash his mouth out, which he did.

"It was all going great. What happened? Everyone was so excited to see you, even the champion varsity team is out with their coach Jack Bolton, all the talent scouts, and every fan in the south west is here!" He asked. Troy just shook his head looking at the ground.

"You know how I mentioned my past steam-training it's way right at me? Well it hit my stomach at 100 m/h." Scott gave him a weird look.

"I don't understand." Troy looked at the ground, surprised he was even going to tell anyone this.

"My name… it's- it's Troy… Troy Bolton…"

DUN DUN DUN. I know this is a weird twist for the story but I felt like something different. Tell me if u like it, hate it but don't be mean im sensitive. Next chap features Troy's mum and the next day at east high which will probly be in 2 parts okies? Xoxox thanks for all the reviews keep it up u legends!