Hey.
Still dedicated to my best friend, Leah.
But another special dedication goes out to YOUR STORY IS S.H.I.T. You're a real pal. Only YOU know how to put a smile like THAT on my face.
Oh, yes. This story is somewhat AUish. Meaning... Troy and Gabriella have never met.
(Dear) Diary,
You know, I've never understood the concept of calling you 'dear'. You're not extremely significant, merely a leather bound book that harbors all of my stress, emotion, and scenarios. And do I have a whopper of a scenario today.
Graduation.
Yes, the hats come off, the futures are decided... I swear, the butterflies in my stomach are real, but Taylor continues to assure me that it's all psychological. Kelsi swears it's a sign. Sharpay was too preoccupied with her make up to respond to my butterfly comment. But that's Sharpay for you.
In fact, that's all of them for you.
My three best friends. No one really understands how the four of us were brought together, but we were, nonetheless. We know each other inside and out. And most importantly, we relate to each other, despite our completely opposite personalities. In fact, it even confuses me sometimes.
Taylor. Yeah, we're chem buds and we both enjoy a solid equation, but the similarities stop there. She's opinionated and headstrong. Whereas; I am not. Gorgeous raven hair tumbles over her shoulders and sure brown eyes are set evenly in her smooth chocolate skin. I'm envious of her looks, I really am. No wonder she could have any guy she wants, but chose Chad Danforth for some odd reason.
Sharpay on the other hand, can have any guy imaginable, and seizes the opportunity. She is currently on boyfriend number twelve of the semester, Zeke Baylor. Could he possibly be the one to slow down Sharpay's fast relationships?
Probably not.
Sharpay is notorious for her restlessness. She's always on the move, with her sunny, wavy blonde hair and thoughtful chocolate brown eyes. She's gorgeous beyond belief too. She's sultry, sexy, and confident, and most people consider her to be slutty.
Only because they don't know her the way I do.
Oh, and Kelsi. I swear, if we didn't have Kelsi to keep us grounded, Taylor would have gone clinically insane by now, and Sharpay would be sliding down a pole with a few five dollar bills stuffed in her g-string. Kelsi is the sympathetic, affectionate one. She believes that wishing on stars truly helps, and that lucky pennies are the answers to all of our problems. She has this jealousy-drawing, beautiful auburn hair and these question-asking, wide blue eyes that have her boyfriend, Jason Cross totally and completely sprung.
And then there's... me. I'm only Gabriella. Okay-looking hair. Hazelnut eyes. The only single girl in the entirety of East High School. Taylor says it's psychological, Kelsi says that the stars know that I'm not ready for a relationship. Sharpay says I should wear thongs more often.
It's funny knowing that this is somehow the end. No more solid equations with Taylor, no more daily horoscopes with Kelsi, and no more dramatic makeovers from Sharpay. We've exchanged our corny Best Friends Forever bracelets and we've all written long, drawn-out messages in each other's year books.
But today is the day.
Gradu-fucking-ation.
Wish me luck, (dear) diary.
Sincerely,
Gabriella
P.S. These butterflies are not psychological. I think I'm going to side with-
Manicured hands snatched Gabriella's diary out of her lap. "What are you doing? We go on in ten minutes!" Sharpay pulled her friend up by her small shoulders and immediately began fiddling with her dark curls. "Your hair! And your mascara needs re-touching..."
If anyone knew how to make a big deal out of anything, it was Sharpay Evans. Gabriella found Graduation Day to be a somber day, a day where there was no worry of hair or mascara. She just wanted to walk, receive her diploma, give a few handshakes, then cry helplessly into Kelsi's shoulder. She just wanted to get it over with.
Sharpay affectionately took Gabriella's chin and held her face steady. "I'm fine, Shar."
"Trust me, you're not." She half-heartedly answered. Her eyes were focused on coating Gabriella's lashes with mascara. As Sharpay fussed with all that Gabriella had (which wasn't much, Gabriella concluded), Gabriella noticed Sharpay's lush pink cheeks and the way her wavy blonde hair was set perfectly under her cap. If there was one bad habit Gabriella needed to break, it was comparing herself to her gorgeous friend.
"You all look fucking amazing, alright?" Taylor swooped in and concluded. It was almost as if she had tapped into Gabriella's psyche and had sensed she needed saving. She plucked Gabriella's diary from the floor before it was trampled by the crowd of oncoming seniors. "Sharpay..." she warned. "It's time to put the weapons away, we're lining up soon."
"God, and I thought Kelsi was the motherly one." Sharpay muttered.
"What about me?" Kelsi, the shortest of the bunch elbowed past Sharpay. Her sky blue eyes were framed with dark liner, and it was as if the universe existed in her eyes, as Jason always said. She turned to Gabriella and gently took her wrist. "Gabs, you're trembling."
She knew. She had the right to be nervous. Life in that exact moment consisted of hanging over the edge of a cliff, the mouth of the sea hungrily waiting. Either she fell and crashed into the ocean, or she fell and was shattered against the rocks...
"Here, take this." Before Gabriella knew it, a silver chain was being clasped on her wrist next to her corny Best Friends Forever bracelet. A single, shimmering star hung from the chain. "It's supposed to be the North Star." she explained. "For good luck. Wherever you are, look to it, and you'll know in which direction life is begging you to go."
Taylor swooned. Sharpay rolled her eyes. Butterflies worked their way past Gabriella's bladder once again. She unconsciously held her stomach.
"It's psychological, I'm telling you!" Taylor cried.
Mr. Matsui called for seniors to begin taking their places. The crowd surged. Jocks pushed, nerds squirmed, and the entire East High School senior population pulsed with excitement and/or hesitance.
"Your hair!" Sharpay whined once more. She managed to work one hand through the end of Gabriella's curly hair before the crowd separated them.
"Look to the North Star!" Kelsi sang over her shoulder as Jason took he by the hand and escorted her to her assigned place in the senior class.
"Valedictorian duties call!" Taylor pressed a fast kiss to Gabriella's hot cheek before forcefully making her way somewhere.
This left Gabriella Montez alone with a dozen or so large butterflies having a rave in her lower intestines. Her best friends had always doubled as security blankets. The fact that they had all stalked off in three different directions was somewhat symbolic. Were they going to live four separate lives after this? Was this truly the end?
That stupid, haunting graduation song began.
She looked to the North Star.
It wasn't helping.
"Troyella novela. That's some clever stuff right thurr."- Leah.
You made it to the end! Hooray!
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