She really couldn't be bothered to stay at school, even if it was the first day back. It didn't feel right. And anyway, she didn't think anyone would miss her. If they did, it would only be for a few minutes. She was fed up with this. She wanted to be happy. She didn't want to be herself, but she still wanted to be happy. But she felt that being happy would be being disloyal to Ryan. After so many years of being so, she couldn't bear to do it anymore.
She'd never realised how much she took him for granted anymore. How much she would miss teasing him about his hats, and his certain "gay tendencies". His toasted sandwiches, stuffed with marshmallows, chocolate spread and any other sweet stuff that could be found lying around in their kitchen. They'd burn your mouth terribly, but it was worth it. Sharpay tried making some, a few days ago, but they tasted like a mud pie she'd once made when she was 3.
She didn't want to go home either. Assorted aunties/neighbours/single money grabbing men would be there. Not consoling her mother. She didn't want that. No, they would be out for the gossip, what had really happened that night. And neither of them was willing to spill. Not because they were ashamed, or embarrassed. There was nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. No, it was just too damn painful. Sharpay was far too proud to let anyone see her cry. At least old Sharpay was.
The more she thought about it, the more she realised she didn't have anywhere to go. No best friend's houses, whose mothers would be there to give her a hug and some cookies, and say "Oh, Sharpay, you've always been like a daughter to me." She was never invited round people's houses enough to become one of the family. She thought briefly about going to the park, maybe have a swing, get some ice cream. But too many memories at the park.
So she just drove, and carried on driving until it got dark. She wasn't in a hurry to be anywhere.