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Chapter 11
Emmy tired to bite one of the police officers as he dragged her along. She had been caught, which was no surprise since she had been wearing a skintight skirts and high healed boots.
"Do not bite me," the police officer said, still dragging her.
"Then let go of me!"
The police officer put her in the police car. He got into the drivers seat, and he began to drive.
"Wow, you think you're so tough, dragging me to your stupid office where you'll put me in stupid prison!"
The officer ignored her.
She kicked the back of his seat.
"Do not do that."
"Then give me back my cigarettes!"
The police had taken away her cigarettes, her drinks, and her drugs.
"I SAID GIVE THEM BACK TO ME!"
The officer took out his walky-talky. He turned it on and began to talk into it. "I've got a thirteen-year-old girl with me…."
"I'M FOURTEEN!"
"I've got a fourteen-year-old girl with me who is causing me trouble. I may need some backup once I reach the station."
A voice came from the walky-talky. "Alright. We'll get you some backup."
"Thank you." He put his walky-talky away.
Emmy screamed. She screamed as loud as she could. She kicked his seat more, punched the window, and began to jump up and down in her seat.
The officer pulled over. He turned around. "You need to stop right now."
"Let me go!"
The officer sighed. "I can't let you go. I'm sorry."
Emmy began to cry. "Look at me! What have I turned into?"
The officer sighed again. He took out his walky-talky again. "Could you send Amy down here, please?"
Emmy continued to cry, even if she was pretending. She was fake-crying. She just wanted to get let go, so she thought maybe if she cried, the officer would let her out.
She looked out the window. After a while, a purple convertible pulled up. A blond, who looked like she was in her twenties, stepped out. The officer got out of his car. The two of them talked.
After a little bit, the officer opened Emmy's door. "Emmy, this is your new therapist, Amy."
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"What?!"
Gabriella sat up on her bed. Troy had been up all night, talking to the police.
"You think a therapist will help?!"
Gabriella slowly stood up. She walked over to him. She put her hand on his arm.
"Well, thank you for not doing that. But, do you really think that a therapist will do it?"
Troy listened.
"So, she'll be able to come back to school?"
Gabriella felt tears in her eyes. She felt really bad for Emmy.
"Okay." He put his hand over the phone. "Do you mind if they drop Emmy off here?"
"No, she can come."
"Yeah, that'd be great. We're at 3458 Randall Road. Okay, thank you." Troy hung up.
"So, what're they going to do?"
"Emmy's not going to be put in Juvenile. She can come to school, but she has to see her new therapist every day."
"Oh. Well, hopefully this choice will be best for Emmy."
After a little bit, the police came. They had Emmy and her therapist Amy.
"Thank you," Troy said.
"No problem." The police left, leaving a torn apart Emmy and a smiling Amy.
"You must be Amy," Troy said. "I'm Troy, Emmy's cousin."
"Nice to meet you."
"Amy. Go home." Emmy did not look happy.
"No, silly. We should talk before I leave." Amy looked at Gabriella. "Do you mind if Emmy and I could have some privacy?"
"Just go up stairs and take a left."
"Thank you. Come on, Emmy."
The two girls went upstairs.
Before Gabriella or Troy could say anything, the doorbell rang. Gabriella went to answer it. It was Sharpay and her brother, Ryan.
"Hi, Gabriella! Oh, Troy! I didn't know you were here!"
"Did you come over to tell me that your aunt made a mistake and that I'm really not pregnant?"
"No. But, I did come here because Ryan wants to help you through all of this. You know, you being pregnant and all."
Ryan nodded.
"Thanks, but I'm sure that I can get though it."
"Yeah, and I'm here for her," Troy said, walking over to them. He put his arm around Gabriella.
"Oh, well, okay. I mean, I hope you stop having those dreams about Robbert."
"What?" Troy looked confused.
"Well, you know, she's been dreaming about her and Robbert."
"That was one time, Sharpay."
"So you admit it," Troy said.
"Troy, I didn't…."
He backed away from her. "So, is he how you got pregnant?"
"No, it was Ryan!" Sharpay said.
"What?!" Gabriella and Troy said at the same time.
"Tell them, Ryan!"
Ryan reluctantly stepped up. "I mean, don't you remember?"
"NO! I never did anything!"
"You know what, I think I've heard enough." Troy went upstairs.
Gabriella looked at Sharpay and Ryan. "You liars!"
"We are not liars! It's true!" Sharpay shoved Ryan over to Gabriella.
Ryan looked down at her. "Gabriella, it's true."
"No, because I don't remember it."
"Well, it happened. Okay?"
Gabriella had tears in her eyes. She looked from Sharpay to Ryan. She ran upstairs.
"Good work, Ryan. Soon, Troy will realize that I was meant to be with him."
"Do you really think it's necessary to make Gabriella think she's pregnant?"
"It's very necessary."
Ryan looked at her. "I'll be out in the car."
Sharpay watched him walk out. She smiled. "Troypay. It definitely works."