So here is the first chapter everyone, happy reading!

My name is Troy, Troy Bolton. It's a nice name, it doesn't quite have a James Bond vibe to it, but I like my name. Anyway, if what I am going through right now is real, and I am not really imaging all this up while locked in a padded cell wearing a straitjacket, I might end up being more famous than James Bond.

Maybe you are getting confused, maybe you are beginning to think that I am crazy, but don't judge me yet, listen to my story first, and maybe you'll understand how much trouble the whole world is in.

My life used to be pretty normal, I was popular in school, my marks were slightly above average, I had a great girlfriend, and my biggest problems in life were helping my team win the championships and trying to not spend all of my pocket money.

Used to. Now my life is different. I would give anything to return to how my life was, but at the same time I know I can't return to that, not after what I know and what I've seen. How could my life change so much just because of one Friday night?

We were all hanging out at the mall. Sharpay was shopping for new clothes, and I was there to tell her how great she looked. That involved picking out the shortest skirts for her to try on, while avoiding Ryan's death glare, and telling her for the umpteenth time that those jeans did not make her butt look fat.

Gabriella was at the bookshop next door with Taylor and Chad, picking up some assessment books, because, in Gabriella's words "Our future depends on the work we do now, so we must study as much as we can!" Apparently that involved buying as many assessment books as humanely possible and finishing then at breakneck speed. She and Taylor were happily attacking the bookshelves and dumping their loot into the trolley Chad was pushing.

Anyway, it was kind of late after we had finished all the shopping, and we all knew that we were going to be grounded if we did not get home soon. So we decided to cut through an abandoned playground. It would save about fifteen minutes of our time and maybe we could avoid getting into a whole "Do you understand what a curfew is for?" lecture with our parents. Our parent had warned us about going through that playground, something about drug users and drunks roaming there, but as kids, we naturally ignored them. Plus, I was struggling under the weight of Sharpay's newly bought clothes and Chad and Ryan weren't faring any better with Gabriella and Taylor's books.

Sometimes I do look back at this moment, the last moment when we were all still normal teenagers, and the biggest thing on our mind was if we could avoid a scolding by cutting through an abandoned playground. I wonder what I would have done if I had knew what was about to happen. Would I have suddenly become a good kid and said "Come on guys, let's listen to our parents and not cut through the playground."? Would I have turned and ran home and spent the night shivering under my covers? What would I have done?

Five minutes later, my life, our lives, were going to be changed big time.

Chad was the one who had spotted it. He had been, for some reason, gazing up at the sky. Maybe he was trying to figure out some constellation to impress Taylor, but whatever the reason was, he had looked up in the sky.

He stopped and dropped his bags, and pointed straight up, "Look" he said.

"What?" I was a little distracted, as I was sure that I could hear as swaggering drunk stumbling towards us with a beer bottle in hand, ready to attack and possibly crack one of our skulls.

"Up in the sky, look." Chad replied. His voice was distant, as if he was in awe of something, or in shock.

I looked up and the others did the same. It was a brilliant red light. It seemed to be rocking violently from left to right, it was also travelling at an incredibly fast speed. I knew what it, as least I think I did, but I didn't dare to say it, thinking that everyone will probably just laugh at me.

But Sharpay, never one to hide her feelings or mince her words, blurted out what I was thinking without a second thought. "It's a spaceship!"

God I loved her for her honesty.

Taylor gave a snort, "There are no such things as spaceships, they are part of the video games that childish boys, like Troy and Chad for example, find captivating and spend hard earned quarters and endless afternoons in video arcades trying to shoot them down." She looked up, and her laughter stopped almost immediately.

I ignored th insult and let it slide off me. My heart was pounding in my chest at breakneck speed now. I was surprised the others could here it. You know how people saying when you are nervous you feel like you have butterflies in your stomach? Well, now I felt like I had swallowed a whole flock of well, swallows.

"It's coming this way" Ryan said. His eyes were wide with fear and apprehension.

He was right, the spaceship, if that was what it was, was coming towards us. The red light was becoming bigger and brighter with every passing second. I could feel my hair standing on their ends.

I looked at the others. Chad's hair looked like someone had thrown a bomb at it. It exploded in all directions like some sort of overgrown clown wig. Taylor's hair, which was tied up in a bunch, hung from the air as if grabbed by some invisible hand. Ryan's hat had fallen off and his hair stood up in spikes. Gabriella's long curly black hair spurted out of her head like seaweed, waving when she moved her head. Sharpay's long, beautiful blonde hair was sticking out, a bit comically, in all directions. I held back an urge to comment. I didn't want to know what happened to the last person who commented that Sharpay was having a bad hair day. He probably found him without any hair on his head the next day.

It was coming closer and closer. I could faintly see its shape now. It was kind of pod-shaped, slightly bigger than a school bus. A flash of red appeared on the right side of the ship. It was an explosion. The ship rocked violently to one side and crashed toward the earth, a few metres in front of us. There was no flame, no smoke, just the smell of charred metal and burnt plastic.

I am not going to lie. I was terrified. Full on petrified, unable to move, unable to think terrified. I felt like running as fast as my legs could take me and diving under my covers. But something stopped me. This was a spaceship right in front of me. The first prove that there was life outside our planet. How cool was that?

Nobody moved. Nobody acted. We just stood there like a couple of idiots. Finally Gabriella spoke up, "I think we should take a closer look." She said and took a step forward.

We all followed her lead. I felt like we were like prehistoric cavemen and cavewomen who were approaching fire for the very first time. Apprehensive. Terrified. Amazed.

"Hello, is anyone inside?" Ryan said in his best I-am-friendly-please-don't-kill-me-alien voice.

Nothing happened. There was zero movement in the spaceship.

"Maybe we should call the TV crew. We'll be famous, man. This is a real spaceship. We'll probably end up on TV too." Chad said, but nobody moved. Nobody wanted to walk away from this scene.

Sharpay took another step forward, her hand on her hips, as if she was approaching a dress which she couldn't decide to buy or not.

"Do you think it's because they can't understand English?" she asked me, as if I was some leading expert on alien communication.

"That's never a problem on Star Trek." I said nervously, shrugging my shoulder and walking up to join her.

"We are friendly people, please, come out." Sharpay said in an authoritative voice which was both friendly and firm. All that theatre training finally had some use in daily life.

The hatch opened, and a dark shape emerged...

"Your planet is under attack..."

Gulp. That was not the greeting I wanted to hear.

So, here's the first chapter. What did you guys think? At least 5 more reviews for this chapter would be nice, but I wouldn't mind having more than 5 reviews .Wink wink.