So... I played basketball in gym today. You want proof that Kiki isn't based off me in the least? I was tripped (hurt my knee and ankle) got hit in the eye and in the shoulder with the ball. It hurt really, really bad.

Kiki had gone up to her room and flopped down on her bed. She had been so sure she'd make it. She wasn't stupid, she knew it wasn't because she wasn't good enough, it was because it'd create too much chaos, she understood that, but she had just been hoping that Coach Bolton would ignore that. She didn't blame him, okay, maybe she did a little. She pressed her face to her pillow, holding in tears, picking up her phone. She dialed and held it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Ry?" Kiki asked in a small voice.

"Keeks? What's up?" Ryan asked, concerned. She took a few small breaths before she said anything.

"I... I tried out for basketball. I didn't get in." She choked back a sob.

"Oh Keeks, I'm sorry, but... I've seen you play you're gr... oh wait." Ryan got it after a moment. "You got cut because you're a girl."

"Yeah."She said, pressing her face back into the pillow.

"Well I'll be coming home soon to visit. You, Me and Sharpay can get ice cream and make fun of the guys on the team."

"Thank Ry." Kiki managed to say.

"No problem Keeks, I have to go, Kelsi and I are going to work over dinner, but I'll call you later okay?"

"Okay, talk to you later Ryan." She said, her voice barely a whisper before she held down the red end button. She closed her side kick and tossed it to the side, she didn't want to hear Ryan say goodbye. When Kiki was twelve her parents sent her to a boarding school for gifted teens, the only good part of that was getting rid of teachers that fawned over how smart she was. She hadn't seen her brother and sister in two years, and when she was finally able to come back, having gotten kicked out of the boarding school, Ryan was off to New York.

Not that she wasn't thrilled for Ryan. Julliard was his dream and it was fantastic that he was getting to live it, but she missed her brother. She loved Ryan, he was so easy to talk to and he understood everything, as long as she didn't go 'crazy genius' on him. His term for when she started explaining things he didn't care to know, or when she used big words and corrected his grammar.

Correcting Grammar was more of an OCD thing than a smart thing though. She couldn't help it. She was just about to get up to change out of her gym clothes when her cell phone rang.

"Hello?" She asked, not recognizing the number. She recognized the voice though.

"Hi Kiki!"

"Larissa, how'd you get my phone number?"

"Your sister gave it to me. I asked her for it." Larissa chirped. Kiki made a mental note to murder her sister.

"Did you want something?" She asked, getting up and kicking her shoes off.

"Just to see if you were okay. You seemed pretty upset." Larissa sounded genuinely concerned. Kiki sighed and shrugged, even though Larissa couldn't see it.

"I'm fine, just... my ego's a little bruised." She lied, slipping her shorts off and pulling out a pair of pajama pants.

"Okay, I'll see you at school tomorrow?" Larissa asked.

"Umm... Larissa, I didn't make the team, there's nothing to be a fan of." Kiki pointed out. She couldn't change her shirt while on the phone so she sat down in her big green chair.

"I know, but, I was kind of hoping we could be friends or something. I've seen you around school you don't really... you know... have any." Kiki opened her moouth to protest but realized Larissa was right, Kiki didn't actually have any friends at East High. "You don't really like me do you?" Larissa asked after a pause.

"No. I mean, No I like you just fine Larissa I'm just... not use to having people actually wanting to be my friend." Kiki said honestly.

"Why?"

"I... I have to go there's someone on the other line." Kiki lied. "I'll see you tomorrow." She quickly hung up, tossing the phone on the bed and pulling her shirt over her head. She changed into a different top and went to lay on her bed, groaning when her cell phone rang again.

"Hello?" She asked, her voice boarderlining whiney. "Hello?"

"Hey." A voice said after a moment.

"Who is this?" Kiki covered a yawn and pulled her pants back up around her hips. They were a size to big for her and kept sliding down. She never got an answer, the person hung up. She groaned and pressed her thumb on the red phone button for the third time. "I quit." She muttered, tossing the phone to the chair. The door opened and Her mother stood there. Mrs. Evans was a pretty woman, and Kiki looked nothing like her. Kiki had the same blonde hair her brother and sister had, Mrs. Evans had brown hair. Kiki's body was mostly made up of her long legs, Mrs. Evans was more torso than anything.

"Hey Baby." She came and sat on Kiki's bed.

"Hey." Kiki looked down at her feet. Her toenails were painted blue, so were her fingernails. Sharpay had literally held her down the night before, thinking the paint would keep Kiki from chewing on her nails, and it did, now she picked at the polish instead.

"I heard about the try out. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't make it."

"How do you figure?" Kiki asked.

"Well you said it yourself, you didn't want a lot of attention. Being on the team would have gotten you a ton of attention."

"I could deal with it as long as I could play." Kiki glared daggars at her mother. Kiki didn't get along with her mother, she loved her mother of course, but Catherine Evans just didn't understand her youngest daughter. Kiki didn't like to shop, she didn't like to wear mud masks and watch reruns of The Hills and The Real Housewives of Orange County. Kiki was smarter than her parents by the age of nine and she liked sports, something Catherine hadn't counted on with her young daughter.

"Kiki dear..." Catherine stopped, she wasn't really sure what she could say. "Maybe next time." She patted Kiki's shoulder and headed out of the room.

"That was helpful." Kiki muttered when her door closed. "I officially quit." She decided, crawling under her blanket and closing her eyes.