Hello again. Hope you like the first chapter; I couldn't be sure because there were hardly any reviews! So please let me know what you thought!

Disclaimer: I forgot to put one in the first chapter, but I'm sure readers get the general idea. After all, if I owned HSM, my stories would be in the movies, not on Fan fiction!!!

Recap

. . . You know, when I was little, I used to write stories . . .

. . .I used to write stories . . .

. . . There are other ways of expressing creativity . . .

That evening, maybe out of interest or just boredom, Kelsi decided to write a story.

And the first one . . . would be about Sharpay Evans.

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'The Ice Queen's secret' Kelsi scribbled on the top line of her A5 notepad. It wasn't a very catchy title, but she wasn't really in creative mode, she was in composing mode.

'I want to compose a song. Writing takes up so much time . . .' she thought, flopping down on her bed. 'Okay, c'mon,' she pulled her notepad towards her 'Write!'

Magazine model Sharpay Evans had been modelling for years. She had a natural talent and everyone knew it, but so did she and that was the problem. Her annoying vain-ness causes her to push away everyone she cared about most, if she was even able to care about somebody.

Kelsi paused. She was quite surprised; the whole paragraph just came naturally, like a hidden talent waiting to be explored. She pushed her pale brown hair behind her ears, and continued to write;

Her best friend was a simple girl called Martha Cox, because she was the only person who bothered to put up with her. Her ultimate rival . . . was a boy who had achieved as much as her and more . . . a brilliant career in acting and modelling . . . Ryan Evans. Her own brother. His reputation was made even bigger, because he knew famous teenage basketball players, like Zeke Baylor, Chad Danforth, even megastar Troy Bolton!

It so happened that one day, she was talking to Martha about this subject.

"He had ruined-my-life." Sharpay was referring to Ryan, who she always ranted on about every so often. She was wearing a pink cap, which she often wore to hide her face, a pink slouch top, and black skinny jeans with heels. Usually, she wore white or blue in her outfit; it went with her code name, the Ice Queen, better.

"Troy would have gone out with me but nooooo, Ryan just HAD to introduce him to Flabi Gabi. Arghhhh!" she raged.

"I'm sure Ryan was being polite. Of course you would introduce a friend to your girlfriend!" said Martha comfortingly. She was wearing an unstylish skirt, and an out of shape pale green top. Her outfit colour clashed and to make it worse, it made her look bigger than she actually was.

"No." Sharpay was trembling with rage as she pointed at Martha. "That is just it. He wasn't. He hooked them up to get back at me! I'll never forgive him, for the love of pink, (A.n. a phrase pinched from the cartoon 'Bratz' I think) I'll get back at him, I swear." Taking a breath, from her crazy rave, she gazed at the big girl, who was fiddling with needles.

"Martha," she said, with a little disgust. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Knitting!" she said proudly. "I thought I take up a new hobby." Martha's new 'hobby', looks like something out an alien movie. Maybe the alien itself.

"Hey" Sharpay crouched down beside her, "Wanna know something?"

"Ohh, yes!" She said delightedly, still knitting, "I love knowing things!"

"Yes, yes," Sharpay uttered, impatient, "But this isn't anything. This is a secret, because you're my best friend and I trust you."

"Wonderful!" This time, Martha put her knitting down, and looking eagerly at the model, "I love secrets!"

"This one a big secret . . ."

She beckoned for Martha to lean in closer . . .

"Kelsi! Come down for dinner!"

"Mum! Please, give me a bit longer-"

"No can, do, the food'll get cold. Come on!"

Annoyed, Kelsi chucked her notebook into her school bag, just to keep it out of the way. 'Just when I was getting to the climax! I have no clue what the secret will be, but I had a flow of creative thoughts. Who knows if I'll get that again . . .'

When Kelsi had finished dinner, she was too and full content to remember about it.

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The next day, Sharpay was up to no good again. When she tripped up Kelsi as she was walking out of class and zipping up her bag at the same time, the contents flew everywhere. Troy was pissed at Sharpay big time, especially after Kelsi was upset yesterday.

"Why the hell did you do that for?" he hissed, helping Kelsi retrieve her items. As he did so, he picked up the Notebook that Kelsi had the story in, but absent-mindedly put it back in her bag. Kelsi bit her lip, anxiously. 'Damn, I forgot about that. I should really leave the notebook at home.'

"It was an accident!" Sharpay argued, blatantly lying.

"Accident, my butt." Chad muttered.

"Shut it, Danforth!" She replied sharply.

"C'mon Sharpay. It was so obvious!" Zeke exclaimed and shook his head. Gabriella and Taylor, who were passing, did the same.

"Zeke you're supposed to be on my side!" Sharpay was getting frustrated.

"In case you haven't noticed, your side is the wrong side to be on. I'm glad Zeke has his head screwed on properly." Snorted Jason, who had appeared from nowhere with some other people who wanted to see what was happening.

The blonde-headed girl stormed away. Kelsi was glad of her friends support, but they wouldn't always be there to defend her. And did they defend her because they liked her . . . or because they didn't like Sharpay? Maybe they just liked getting involved, like the other people hanging around . . .

"Hey, dude," continued Jason "Talking about screwed on heads, what happened to you in practice? You missed the ball so many times . . ."

"Gabriella!" called Troy, who had finished helping Kelsi, "I wanted to show you something . . ."

"Puff head," said Taylor affectionately to Chad "How about we have lunch together . . ."

Kelsi looked around, and took off. It wasn't the AAM, the After Action Mode. When all the action's over, everyone keeps going on about it, like it's something that's so amazing. It was the Back To Normal mode. When all the actions over, nobody remembers it's even happened.

Kelsi zoned out and just walked where her legs took her. She found herself thinking about her story . . .

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Martha Cox!"

Martha froze and slowly turned around. A guy was leaning against the wall of the bar, smoking. He threw the cigarette butt to the ground and squished it as he stepped out of the shadow. It was Ryan Evans.

"Go Away."

"Now, Martha . . . that isn't how you treat an old friend, is it?" he spread his arms out, and Martha saw that he was dressed very stylishly, with a black hat to top it off.

"I'm working with Sharpay now. You know that makes us enemies, right?"

"Not if we don't hate each other. Come with me. Come on!" He motioned for her to follow him. Martha looked around, to see if anyone was watching, then quickly followed. They got into his stretch limo, which was very comfortable, she noticed. 'What am I doing?' she thought desperately. 'I shouldn't be here . . .'

"Martha. You know I've always cared for you, right? I've always looked out for you, and never made fun of you. That means there's a lot of trust in our friendship. Did you know that? Why are you out so late?"

"Sharpay needed nail polish remover. Why are you out so late?"

"Needed fresh air," he shrugged off the question casually; it never occurred to Martha that he might be lying, because she was so simple.

"You shouldn't let my arrogant sister order you around. You work with her, not for her. Why is she so successful, I wonder? What's her secret?"

"Secret?" Martha gabled, startled at the word. "Secret? What do you mean, secret? There's no secret, I have no idea where you got that-"

"Shush." Ryan held up a finger and leaned back. He was only joking, but now Martha gave it away that she was hiding something, he was determined to know.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he said, trying a soft approach.

"Talk about a secret? What are you, crazy? It wouldn't be a secret anymore, would it?" Martha was really under pressure now.

"So our friendship is nothing then?" Ryan decided to be more forceful. "We can't even have secrets together, let alone you keeping secrets from me? I'm insulted."

"No!" She said, horrified.

"You're right. We're enemies aren't we? I'll just take you home and-"

"Please!" Martha started to cry. It was pathetic but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to lose another friend; by becoming friends with Sharpay she had to sacrifice hers. It was the worse mistake she had ever made.

"You are a good friend to me, please don't be angry!" She covered her bulging face with her hands. Ryan patted her back.

"You can tell me Martha . . ."

"S-she's h-had plastic surgery . . . s-she not naturally p-p-pretty and-" Martha blew her nose with a tissue she had in her pocket,

"You d-don't know ab-bout it b-ecause it was after your parents split and-" The mention of it reminded Ryan of it very clearly. Ryan and Sharpay were as close as close, but after the split, Sharpay went with their Mum (A.N. sorry, 'mom'. I live in England, so I use engish spelling) and Ryan with their Dad. That was the cause of their ultimate hate for each other now . . .

"And the-the l-last thing . . ."Martha sobbed, Ryan had to lean in to hear it.

"After the p-pictures are t-taken . . . They use technology t-t-to alter her f-face before they're used in the m-magazines!"

Ryan put his arm round Martha shoulders as she broke down.

'And to think all those people thought that she was naturally pretty. I thought they were just nutty in the head, but it makes sense now . . . I though she was copying my style when she started wearing hats, but she had a reason . . .' this was what Ryan thought but didn't say.

"There, there, Martha. You did a good thing. Don't cry . . . sharing our secrets makes our friendship stronger . . ." this was what Ryan said, but didn't think. He was thinking of the perfect way to ruin Sharpay reputation . . . and when the idea came to him, his mouth stretched into a wide smile . . .

Kelsi was walking down the hallway at this point, and she stopped to a halt after she thought of the last bit.

'I can't wait to write this down! Should I end it there, or write what happened to Sharpay after?' Kelsi knew the story was unrealistic, but the idea of it excited her for a reason she couldn't explain.

"Get out of the way, Drama Dork!" demanded Chelsea, one of Sharpay's Cheerleader friends.

"Yeah, you wouldn't be so rude if you knew that I knew Sharpay's secret!" Kelsi muttered, giggling a little because Sharpay's secret wasn't real.

"What the hell are you saying dork?"

"Oh, shut your face," was Kelsi's sharp reply and all passers by gasped. Kelsi also covered her mouth with her hand. It was the sort of thing people said to Cheerleaders, and it came from Kelsi of all people. Chelsea looked deeply offeneded.

"In a door!" added Kelsi, exploding into giggles. She couldn't help it. 'The damage is already done, right? So might as well make it worse!'

This only made Kelsi laugh harder, in spite of everyone looking at her like she was crazy. She kept laughing.

Even when Troy came along with Gabriella and asked what was going on.

Even when Sharpay herself popped up and demanded to know what was happening. Kelsi was walking away then, her cheerful cries of laughter echoing down the silent hallway. She figured Chelsea must have told her about the secret thing, because just before she was out of earshot, she heard a screech,

"What the hell? Secret? Kelsi knows about WHAT?"

So, the first mini-story in C2. Looking back at it, I think it could have been better. What do you think? Any tips?