Brain Drain

Chapter Five

Falling Into Realization

Sharpay arrived at school. She was in her new clothes, which she had bought on the shopping trip. She was a little worried about wearing them, because it was totally new stuff. But Gabriella and Taylor reassured her, when she arrived at East High.

"Oh. My-"

"GOSH!" Gabriella was interrupted by Taylor, who started giggling. "You. Look. HOT."

"I do? I'm not that hot, I mean, its cold outside." Sharpay said, not getting her point. Taylor laughed, shaking her head.

"Noooo, I mean hot as in... pretty."

"Oh, right! I get'cha, mmhmm… I knew that."

"Sure you did girl," Taylor said, sarcastically. Sharpay faked a laugh, and looked rather uncomfortable in front of the two friends.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Gabriella asked, putting a warm, caring hand on her shoulder.

"I'm just getting used to … y'know …" She lowered her voice down to a whisper, "girly problems." The two girls exchanged glances and nodded.

"Yeah, it's pretty awkward when you first get used to it,"

"Yeah, I was really scared, but my Mom reassured me that everything was okay. Every woman goes through it." Gabriella explained. Sharpay smiled.

"I really don't know what I'd do without you two, you're my best friends!" Sharpay walked off, slowly, waiting for the two to catch up to her.

"I never thought that I would ever hear that from thee Sharpay Evans." Taylor said, quietly. Gabriella shrugged.

"We just did."

The bell rang, and everyone went to their first lesson. For Sharpay it was History, she really hated History, both Sharpay's. She didn't understand the point of learning about the past, when it was the present. There really was no point, same with Math. Who wants to learn algebra, when you don't use it in life?! Anyways, back to the lesson …

Sharpay was flicking her pencil between her two fingers, getting totally bored and zoning out when the teacher asked her a question. She quickly sat up, looking at him.

"Huh?" The whole class turned to look at her. She cleared her throat, feeling a little claustrophobic.

"Why were the casualties so high on the Western Front?"

"…What's the Western Front?" Some of the jocks sniggered, causing everyone to laugh a little, except Gabriella, Taylor and surprisingly … Troy. Sharpay turned around to look at them, tears forming in her eyes. It wasn't her fault she didn't know! She'd lost a quarter of her memory! Quickly Troy raised his hand and Mr. O'Donnell looked at him.

"It was because of the technology, the machine gun that killed most of the soldiers that entered the war." Mr. O'Donnell nodded, and turned to look at Sharpay.

"I think you should take account on what Troy has just said." Sharpay nodded and looked around to Troy, nervously smiling, but quickly turning back around, so she didn't get told off. She didn't like Mr. O'Donnell, he scared her. She dropped her head, still not paying attention, and doodled little hearts all over her notebook.

"Mrs. Troy Bolton." She whispered to herself, as she smiled and wrote his name in a heart.

Finally the History lesson was over, and Sharpay was able to get out of Mr. O'Donnell's sight. She didn't really get on with him, and she had an idea that Mr. O'Donnell didn't like her either. It was weird, maybe something in the past that she didn't know about? Maybe, she'd just have to ask Gabriella.

"Taylor, where am I now?" Taylor thought for a moment and then looked at her.

"I think you're in drama, with Ms. Darbus."

"Is that my favourite teacher?" Taylor nodded and said goodbye, walking off to find her next lesson.

"Uh…" Sharpay looked around, where was she supposed to go? She didn't know where the drama room was. "Wait, homeroom." She smiled at herself and made her way to homeroom.

She walked into the classroom, and looked around. All eyes were on her; she shrugged and skipped over to her seat. She looked up at Ms. Darbus, smiling at her. Ms. Darbus returned the favour and started babbling on about some drama exercise. Sharpay listened intently to what she was saying.

"…Okay, so you're all going to get into partners. Whoever you want, now choose." Sharpay looked around the classroom as many of the students chose their friends. Sharpay didn't really know any of these people, she just focused, there must be someone she knew. She gazed over the crowd of teenagers, looking for anyone to be with. Just then, she caught a glimpse of brown shaggy hair, and dazzling blue pools. They locked eyes, but Sharpay turned away quickly, before anything happened. She didn't like the idea of asking him, it scared her.

"Sharpay?" He tapped her on the shoulder. Her heart stopped. As she turned around to look at him, it thumped in her chest like an insane drummer banging away at his drums.

"Y-Yes?"

"You wanna be my partner?" Sharpay just nodded and stood up, looking down at her shoes. "You look pretty today." She looked up into his deep blue eyes, and smiled.

"I do?"

"Yeah, you look really nice."

"Thanks." She blushed a light shade of fuchsia.

"Okay, move all the tables to the back of the room; make as much space as you can!"

The pupils did as they were told. Many of them feared Ms. Darbus, they were scared stiff of her. But she wasn't harsh or anything, she just didn't like people who weren't her stars. Sharpay helped everyone move the tables, and stood in the middle of the room, looking at Ms. Darbus, Troy standing at her side.

"Okay, you're going to improvise. You're both either best friends, or boyfriend and girlfriend, if you're in a pair with the opposite sex…" She nodded her head towards Troy and Sharpay. "And the drama is that one of you is moving away to another state. And the other person is unhappy about that, and wants them to stay." She lifted her hands up in the air, "off you go!"

Sharpay looked at Troy, and he looked back. There was complete and utter silence between the two before Sharpay decided to break it.

"So… shall I be the person who leaves?" She twiddled her thumbs.

"I suppose so." He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Sharpay, can I ask you something?"

"Mm?"

"Do you remember anything from … well, before?" She shook her head.

"Nothing really, I don't even remember small things." Troy nodded, feeling sorry for the blonde girl who was standing in front of him.
"Okay, let's get on with this." She nodded, as she started the improvisation, acting as a 16 year old.

Sharpay took his hand, looking into his eyes.

"I have to leave," she whispered, as tears formed in her deep brown pools. Troy shook his head.

"You don't have to, you could stay here. With me." It was now Sharpay's turn to disagree.

"No, I can't. You know I can't."

"Why? Why can't you?! I don't see how your Dad can make you do this to yourself!"

"He's always wanted me to marry Matt, I don't know why, but he just does."

"Sharpay, don't leave me here! I'm nothing without you!" Sharpay shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

"No, no, you don't need me. You are something, you're Troy Bolton. You need to find someone else; I'm not the one for you." He leaned in, getting ready to kiss her. He was getting too caught up in the moment, he can't kiss her, she's only 11! Quickly Sharpay stepped back, out of his reach and let go of his hand.

"No, I have to go. You'll be fine without me. I love you." Sharpay walked away and Troy whispered a simple;

"Goodbye."

Ms. Darbus started clapping, and stood up from her chair, walking over to Troy and Sharpay.

"Bravo! That was great!" She smiled, fixing her gigantic glasses. "You two should audition for the musical this season; you both would be perfect for the roles. And of course I know that Sharpay will do it." She turned to Troy. "Mr. Bolton?"

"Hmm?" He looked up at her.

"You will join Sharpay in the lead roles for the next musicale, am I right?" Troy nodded, quickly, making sure he didn't upset Ms. Darbus. That would be a kafuffle.

Sharpay turned to him, a small smile across her lips, "Are we really auditioning for the next musicale?" she asked him, eyes bright and shiny.

Troy shrugged, and offered her a smile, trying not to feel weird about what had just happened between them – the almost kiss, "I guess so," he told her, "it's gonna be fun, right?"

Sharpay nodded a bit, and turned around to help the others put the tables back, since they were going to go over some other stuff, where they needed to write. Troy came to help her lift a table, being the 'strong' guy he was.

"So?" Sharpay questioned him, as they fidgeted with a table, making their way through the mass of pupils, "How do you think I'm doing? With this whole thing? I'm really nervous about not fitting in." she quickly babbled. She was really nervous, and she needed someone to reassure her that it was going alright.

Troy winked at her, "You're doing good," he said, as they got the table down, and relaxed for a second, "very good. You're acting very much like a sixteen year old. It's nice to see you're handling yourself this well."

He babbled too, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to tell her what an amazing job he thought she was doing, but that would be stupid, since he didn't want to let it slip that he was sorta attracted to her. It was kinda creepy, and he didn't want to freak her out.

She shot him a huge smile, and started walking pass him to find the chair that belonged to the table they had just moved, and Troy moved too, to get to his own desk. However, in the mass of students, and all the moving around that was happening, he slipped on something on the floor, and his feet flew away beneath him. He could feel his back moving backwards, and was afraid of the smack he knew was coming.

It didn't come however, so when he opened his eyes, after having squeezed them together like a true coward, he was looking straight up into Sharpay's brown eyes. She was smiling softly at him, as she helped him stand up onto his feet, them both ignoring the looks they were getting.

"Whoops." Troy mumbled, and embarrassedly scratched the back of his head. He had no idea what to say though, so he just added, "That was embarrassing."

"Aw, you're fine, Troysie." Sharpay replied, and waved it off with a flick of her hand, "I'm always embarrassing myself. You just fell." She reassured him, before tip-toeing up; placing a light kiss on his cheek, before skipping off.

Troy's finger lingered on the spot for a second, as it struck him. He had fallen for her. Literally.

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After lunch Sharpay had a class with Chad. He had saved her a seat next to him (as much as it pained him), so she was rather reassured in that class too. It was also just Spanish class, but since she had NO IDEA how to say anything in Spanish, she feared it was gonna be rather horrible.

She'd had to sit through a few Spanish movies with her mom about art and literature when she was younger, because her mom demanded her to do so, but she hadn't been able to understand them, she'd just read the subtitles. Now she really wished she'd tried harder to just listen or something.

She turned her head to the side, and poked Chad on the arm. When he turned around to look at her, she shot him a cute smile, "So, Chad?" she asked, "Am I good in this class? At Spanish?"

Chad shrugged, "Yeah, you're alright, I guess."

Sharpay clapped her hands together in delight, "Yay!"

"But-" Chad butted in, and quickly stopped her clapping, "-you never get along with Mr. Larsson. No matter what you do, he finds a way to criticize you, even if it's correct, so you might want to keep low profile."

Sharpay leaned back in her chair, now with a damper on her before so happy mood. Another teacher she didn't get along with? First that Mr. O'Donnell guy, and now this other Mr. Larsson guy. Was she only the teacher's pet in Ms. Darbus' class? Well, apparently she was.

Just then the teacher arrived, and every student found their seat. Sharpay immediately sat up straight, to look ready, because she didn't want unnecessary attention. She was gonna make sure that this Mr. Larsson loved her now, because it still was about her grades, and she'd have troubles getting good ones since she remembered zilch.

Mr. Larsson took attendance, and his eyes lingered on Sharpay for just a couple of seconds longer than on anyone else, while she crumpled in her seat. She didn't like his hard glare. He looked like a really mean guy. She was never gonna get through this period.

A good while into the class, and Sharpay was ready to cry. He was such a mean man. He shot hard glares, and he hammered his ruler to the desk about every fifth second; Sharpay really didn't like that sound. He asked tough questions, and even though she wasn't the only one who didn't know the answers, she was the only one who got a mark each time she replied with an 'I'm sorry, I don't know'.

She hated this man.

Sharpay sniffed, and tried to dry her cheeks off with her sleeve, as she ignored the looks her classmates were giving her. Chad was to no help, really. He wasn't even supporting her, or whispering the answers to her, like Taylor, Gabriella and Troy would have done. Ryan would even have done it, but he didn't take Spanish, so he wouldn't have known what to whisper.

She softly closed her books, and decided she had to go to the restroom. She had to make sure her appearance was alright, and she kinda also needed to pee. She'd been trying to hold it in, since she didn't want that attention by leaving class, but she just couldn't.

She pushed her chair back, and was half-way through the classroom, when she paused, because she felt all eyes on her. She turned around and looked at them all, before staring at Mr. Larsson. He looked very angry.

"Where are you going?" he asked her, hands on hips.

Sharpay gulped, "I- I have to use the bathroom."

He arched a bushy eyebrow, "Then you need to have a lavatory pass." He told her, and she could see how much he enjoyed seeing her in this position.

She could also hear how the class started whispering about her, while they were laughing and giggling. She felt the tears in her eyes again.

"The-then…" she stuttered, looking up at him, with pleading eyes, not caring if he saw her tears, "-ca-can I have an uhm… a lava-lavatory pa-pass?"

He shot her a smile, and she almost believed she had charmed her way into his heart, when it turned to a frown, and his eyes got hard, "No!" he said, voice firm, "Sit down."

Sharpay felt the tears well up completely in her eyes, as they spilled over, and rolled down her cheeks. She didn't bother trying to push them away, and she didn't bother covering up her sobs. She quickly hurried to her seat, grabbed her things, and ran out of the classroom, wailing not so quietly.

She could hear laughter in the class, but ignored it, as she hurried to her locker, and stuffed her books into it, before hurrying out of the school; just wanting to go home. If this was the way it was gonna be, if this was high school, then she really didn't want to get back to normal.

She didn't want to live a life like this.

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Sharpay had skipped school for the rest of that week, much to the displeasure of her parents and her friends, who desperately tried to get her to go. They wanted her there, because she had to start remembering.

But Sharpay hadn't wanted to, because she feared another encounter like what happened in Spanish class. She couldn't take the thought of it, so she decided to play it safe and stay home. It was much more fun anyway, because she could watch cartoons and play with her Barbie, even if she felt guilty about not going to school.

It was Saturday, and Ryan had left home to go to the movies with Troy, Kelsi and Gabriella. He'd asked Sharpay to tag along, but she'd insisted that you don't go see a movie if you hadn't gone to school all week. So he'd let her be, and left. Her parents were downstairs. She had wondered this last week, why they didn't do anything as a family anymore. They'd done plenty of stuff, like she remembered, but it seemed like a lot of stuff had changed these last five years. They didn't even eat dinner together anymore, and she found it pretty hard to readjust to that.

She had her TV on, and was watching Power Puff Girls, while dressing up Barbie. She combed her fingers through the long blonde hair on the Barbie, before giving her the final touch – her red high heeled shoes. Then she held her up before herself and gave the Barbie her approval with a nod.

She smiled at it, and then placed it on her floor, making it walk around on the long thin legs, while she kept an eye on the TV.

"Hi," she said, her voice a high, screechy one, "My name's Barbie. What's your name?" she questioned, as the Barbie, before changing her voice back to normal, and answering as herself, "My name's Sharpay. I really like your dress." She continued, and then her voice changed again, "I like your voice. I can hear you're a singer. Wanna sing for me?"

Sharpay scrunched her nose up in thought, as she pondered over what to answer the Barbie, "Yeah," she finally settled on, "I can sing you something. I just have to figure out what. Two seconds."

Sharpay digged into her mind, as she tried to think of the perfect song to sing for Barbie. She had no idea what to choose. Suddenly a flash came before her eyes, and she saw herself (as she looked now), singing a weird song for an utterly horrified Troy.

"Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Makihiki malahini-who…"

Sharpay's eyes snapped open, as she rubbed her trembles, trying to figure out where that came from… Did she just – did she just have a flashback? Did she just remember something!? She couldn't believe it. She'd never heard that song before, and here she was; thinking about it.

She opened her mouth, and was kinda not surprised, when the words just flew out of her mouth, like she'd been singing them a million times before (which she probably had):

"Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Makihiki malahini-who, Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Ooh!, Hawana wakawakawakaniki pu pu pu…… Ryan, the fog?"

She tightened her jaw, and watched her Barbie with amusement. That was just… that was just a plain weird song. Why would she be singing a song like that? For Troy, even? And why would Ryan be singing it with her? Apparently he had, because she mentioned his name. This was… weeeird.

She was about to pick up her cell phone and text Ryan to tell him she had actually remembered something, when she was interrupted by her mother, who was hollering from downstairs;

"SHARPAY!?" she screamed, "WE NEED TO TALK TO YOU, DEAR!"

She groaned to herself, and grabbed her Barbie tighter, before skipping out of her room, and down the gorgeous marvel staircase. It was huge, and she remembered being quite terrified to walk down it, when she was younger. Of course she wasn't scared anymore. She was a big girl now. She was eleven!

She followed her mother's voice through the house, until she came to living room number four. She could hear her mother's voice through all the rooms, which meant she was talking rather loud. It actually sounded like she was yelling, now when Sharpay came closer and closer. Sharpay wondered what all this was about. She hoped she hadn't done anything wrong. Maybe they wanted to punish her for not going to school these days?

"Well, I think it's time for her to know!" she heard her mother say, in a hissed tone, as she stopped outside the door, just out of sight, to listen in, "Ryan already knows."

"Auchanté," she heard her father reply, his voice clearly annoyed with her mother, "she has so much going on right now. With the car crash, and the memory loss. It's gonna be hard for her to know this too. I'm concerned about her."

"We can't keep stuff like this from her!" Auchanté argued, raising her voice with each word she said.

But that was when Sharpay decided to make her presence known. She stepped through the doorway, and her father, who faced that way, saw her immediately, and shot her a smile. He opened his arms widely, and she immediately strode pass her mother, to hug him back.

"Princess!" he cheered, as she buried her face into his chest, taking in the scent that was all him. She had always been a daddy's girl, and she'd never trade that for anything. Ryan was a mommy's boy – it was funny like that. Sharpay loved her father more than anything in the entire world, and Vance Evans spoiled his daughter like you wouldn't believe. It was crazy.

"Daddy!" she mumbled, as she pulled back, Barbie still tugged safely in her hand, "What's all this about?" she questioned, using her best pouty look. She knew it always worked on him.

Vance gave his wife a look over Sharpay's shoulder, but she just gave him a hard glare, and mouthed for him that it had to be done. His heart sunk; he really didn't want to hurt his princess. She was so important to him.

"Princess," he began, and gently took her hand, leading her to the couch, "we really need to tell you something. It's very important."

Sharpay nodded, and looked at her father, as he sat down next to her. She could tell he was being very serious; his face was all weird, and his eyes didn't have their usual spark. She wondered when that had stopped? It must have happened in the five years she had forgotten, because this was not the man she remembered. This was not Vance Evans; her beloved father. This was another man.

"What is it, daddy?" she asked, clutching Barbie tight – she always did that when she was scared or afraid. It helped her stay calmer, "Please daddy, tell me what it is." She begged, "Is it bad?"

"We really don't want to hurt you, pumpkin." Auchanté butted in, sitting down on Sharpay's other side, grabbing her free hand, "We already told Duckie, but your father didn't want to tell you because of the accident, and everything, but I think you need to know."

Sharpay's breath hitched in her throat, as she felt it coming.

"We're getting a divorce."

She swore; her whole world stopped. The moment froze, and her heart stopped beating for just a minute. She could feel their eyes on her, and her mother's hand in her own. She could see her father's sorry face, and his eyes; begging her for forgiveness.

"Princess…" he whispered, reaching a hand out to stroke her cheek, "Princess, say something…"

She ripped her hand out of her mother's firm grip, and stood up, turning to face her parents. She tried to breathe normally, but she couldn't. Her breath got cut in her throat, and she closed her eyes, to calm down.

They were getting a divorce… her parents were getting a divorce… they were gonna move. Were they gonna move? Who was she gonna live with? Would she and Ryan be able to be together, or would they have to split? Why … This only happened to other people! Not to her! Her family was perfect, this wasn't supposed to happen!

She blinked rapidly and took a step back, away from her parents, watching them with huge brown eyes. Ryan already knew this. He'd known for awhile, but they hadn't told her yet, not after the accident… How long had things been bad?

She wished she could remember…

"Pumpkin?" her mother questioned, eyes wide, "Sit down, please… We need to discuss this. Don't freak out on us," she added, "honey?"

Sharpay swallowed hard, and took another step back, eyes wide. She stared at them both for about a minute or two, before she turned around on her heel, and hurried out of the room, tears stinging in her eyes. She could hear her father yelling after her to stop, and to calm down, but she just couldn't. She couldn't be in a room with them right now… she couldn't be in this house.

She ran through the house, and when she reached the hall, she didn't run up the staircase, but outside, through the front door – tears now streaming down her cheeks. Barbie was not calming her down right now, but she was there to offer her support in her own way.

Sharpay ran down the sidewalk, and didn't stop until she was as far away from the house, as her breath would allow her. She couldn't see it anymore, and she sat down on a bench, and cried into her hands for a little while. She needed to get it all out; no matter how stupid she looked.

When she felt like she was cried out, she sniffed a bit, and dried her cheeks off with the back of her hand. She checked her wrist watch, and saw that it was just a little over noon. Where could she go? She didn't want to go home just yet… Who could she turn to? Ryan wasn't home to be there for her, and Gabriella was with him… Same went for Troy.

The only person Sharpay could really think of was Taylor. She knew she'd be there to comfort her, because the other girl always had been there for everyone who needed her.

Sharpay stood up, and looked around. She hoped Taylor lived where she used to, because otherwise she would be going in the wrong direction. She went out on a limp, though, and hurried down the pavement; almost running as she went. She wanted to get to Taylor that bad, because she needed to tell this to someone. She basically just needed someone to hug her pain away.

Taylor's house wasn't that far away. She ran through the park and on the other side of that, it was two blocks down. She was quickly there, and checked the mailbox for the names, and was happy to learn that it still said The McKessies. She then walked up the yard, her heartbeat calming down. When she reached the front door, she knocked three times, and waited for someone to open.

It didn't take too long, and she was very happy, when it was Taylor she saw standing there. Taylor had just opened her mouth, and was about to greet her friend, when Sharpay flung herself onto her, burying her head into her neck, and crying loudly. Taylor, stunned, wrapped her arms around the blonde girl, and closed the door with her foot, while padding Sharpay on the back.

"Shhhh," Taylor whispered, still padding her back. She didn't even know what had happened, but Sharpay seemed really freaked out, so she just comforted her, because it seemed like she needed it, "Shh, calm down, Sharpay… Honey, let's go into the living room, okay?"

Sharpay sniffed, and tucked her hand into Taylor's, following the black beauty into the living room. Taylor helped her to the couch, and she looked around the room, surprised to find Chad in the chair by the TV. She looked away from him, not wanting to let him see her cry. She had never wanted boys to see her cry.

"Sit here for a second, okay?" Taylor said, and pulled her hand away from Sharpay's – it was quite hard, actually -, "I'm gonna go make you some tea, okay? So you can calm down. It'll be a few minutes."

Sharpay nodded, while a hiccup came through her throat, and she hugged Barbie to her chest, like it was her lifeguard. Taylor backed away from her, and motioned for Chad to follow her through the short hallway, and to the kitchen. He quickly got up, and followed his girlfriend, admiring her from behind as they went.

Taylor closed the door to the kitchen, so their conversation would only be between the two of them. She then turned to Chad, eyes huge, "Oh my God!" she shrieked, "What are we gonna do!?"

"What the hell happened!?" Chad wanted to know, as he jumped onto the counter, "Was she crying her eyes out, or what?"

Taylor nodded, and turned to heat up some water, "Yeah, she really was," she agreed, with a nod, "but what happened? What made her cry like that? I know she's like … eleven in her mind, but still…" she trailed off, as she tried to get her facts down right, "she shouldn't cry like that."

Chad shrugged, as he took a cup out from the cupboard next to his head, and handed it to Taylor, "I know, Tay…" he said, and shrugged his shoulders, "And yes, maybe she's crying her eyes out, but why are you doing this? It really isn't our problem, Taylor." He paused, and shook his head, "She would have never helped you, and I really don't want to waste my time with you on her. Let's just drive her back home, so Ryan can take care of her."

"Chad!" Taylor hissed, as she got some tea leaves out, and placed them in the pot, "We can't just ditch her like that! She's our friend, and she needs our help, alright? And I'm gonna help her." she paused, and took a step closer to him, standing in between his legs, as he sat on the counter, "Chad babe, I'm asking you this… We can't send her home crying like that. And knowing what's wrong might come in handy. It could be a minor problem, but it also could be something huge. Something we need to know to make our plan perfect…"

Chad seemed to think about it for a second, just as a high pitched sound announced that the water was done, and Taylor turned to fix the tea for their guest, "Alright," he agreed, with a slight smirk, "we'll listen to her, Taylor, but…" he paused, for dramatic effect, "you owe me big, baby."

Taylor turned back around, and placed a deep kiss on his lips, "Quite alright with me, Chad." She whispered, as she pulled away, "Juuuust alright with me."

GUYS! We're so unbelievably sorry about this long delay. We really are. We're gonna have to try and update more often, we really promise; we are.

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