When the final bell rang, the girls met at their lockers. "Ready?" Rachael asked Cloe when they'd finished getting their books. "Lets roll." Cloe answered. They headed for the auditorium so they wouldn't be late. When they got there, everyone was filing in for the club.
Cloe and Rachael looked at each other. They waited for the last few people to go in and quickly followed. Miss. Darbis spotted them and quickly gathered everyone together. Cloe and Rachael waited in the back. "Everybody listen up." Miss. Darbis began, "I have a very important announcement to make. We have two new members to add to the Drama Club."
They all looked at each other trying to see who was new. Sharpay was looking at her nails, but Ryan, at least, was attempting to figure out who it was. "Calm down and give a warm theatre welcome to our newest members: Cloe and Rachael." Miss. Darbis announced, "Come down here girls." Sharpay looked up immediately and said, "What?"
Cloe and Rachael walked down the center isle. They smiled widely and shot a look towards Sharpay, who was practically growling. Ryan was looking at them a bit shocked and then he smiled nervously. Everyone else was clapping for them. "So tell us, girls." Miss. Darbis asked them, "What inspired you to sign up for Drama Club?"
The girls had just reached the group. "Well, I dance, Cloe sings, and we both can act." Rachael stated. "But it isn't quite terms of what, but in terms of who." Cloe began, "So, the person who inspired us to sign up for this particular club is Sharpay." "Me?" Sharpay exclaimed. "Very lovely Sharpay." Miss. Darbis praised, "We all thank you for spreading the joy of the theatre to these two young girls."
"Yes…we thank you a lot." Cloe added to Sharpay. "Well, now that we're all settled in here, we should start painting the set for our Twinkle Town Musical." Miss. Darbis announced as everybody got to work. Sharpay was glaring at the two girls who just smiled back. She turned around and started to pull Ryan away with her.
"Perfect." Cloe said. "I don't know." Rachael began, "It looks like Ryan's in for a little trouble." "We'll settle it later." Cloe stated, "But right now, we've got a set to paint." "Right." Rachael agreed. They both picked paintbrushes and walked over to the stage and got to work.
When the club was over, the girls had gone outside and sat at a table. "Who knew it could be easy to avoid getting paint on your new outfit?" Rachael complimented. "That's why they invented smocks." Cloe agreed. "I'm glad you girls joined a club, but…" Ryan said as he approached them, "…Drama Club?"
"Who'd a thunk it?" Cloe joked. "Is there a problem?" Rachael asked. "No, not yet." Ryan answered, "But you better hope that you did the right thing. I mean, you can pull off being designer divas, but…did you guys really want to seriously join Drama Club?"
"Actually, we did." Rachael responded. "We thought it would be fun." Cloe reassured, "And the side fact that it would both annoy and please Sharpay sounded good." "Clever." Ryan stated, "But now I'm in trouble because I might get booted by my own sister." "She can't do that." Rachael sympathized. "Plus, we're in danger, too, here." Cloe reminded him.
"Well, I'll help you guys stay safe, if you'll help me." Ryan stated hopefully. "Sure." Rachael agreed. "But first…" Cloe began, "give me your phone." "Why?" Ryan asked handing it to her. Cloe quickly took it and started punching in numbers. Ryan looked at her a bit confused. "There." Cloe said looking up from the phone, "I've added both of my numbers." "Oh, me, too." Rachael grabbed the phone and added hers.
"Now, we'll need your number." Cloe said to Ryan. "Is this an excuse just to get my number?" Ryan asked her. "It's an excuse for you to give me yours." Cloe retorted. "What if I don't?" Ryan tested. "I know you will." Cloe told him. "I really don't like it when you play mind games." Ryan caved as he wrote down his number on a napkin, "That's my cell phone number. I'd give you my home number, but Sharpay might answer it."
"Good call." Cloe said taking the napkin. "Wow." Rachael said looking up from the phone, "Ryan, you have a lot of contacts." "I know." he answered as Rachael returned his phone, "I'm in the in-crowd so, I have a lot of people I need to get in contact with. And now you guys are in it, too." That is, until Sharpay decides to change that, which she might." Rachael added. "Definitely." all three of them stated.
"Well, we'll call you tonight and work out a plan." Cloe confirmed. "Fine by me. Just don't get into any trouble. Got it?" Ryan said eying them accusingly. 'Us?" Rachael stated sarcastically, "Get into trouble? Why would you think such a thing?" "Especially about us angels." Cloe added with a grin. "I'm watching you." Ryan teased, then walked away.
"Awkward." Cloe and Rachael chorused. "More like annoying." a girl's voice said from behind them, "I don't like that word." Cloe and Rachael gulped, looked at each other, and then slowly turned around. In front of them was a short girl with long curly blond hair. Most people would describe her as a small roly-poly just around the middle.
"Hi." Rachael stated. "I don't like in-crowders." the girl grimaced, "I'm an exchange student completely bent in causing death and destruction." "Nice." Cloe said and smiled nervously. "All right. I'm only joking." the girl said, "Mostly." "Are you new here?" Rachael asked. "Who wants to know?" the girl retorted. "Well, it depends." Rachael laughed slightly, "I'm Rachael and this is Cloe." "Really? I'm Theresa." the girl introduced herself, "But how can we all be sure of that?"
"So, is this your first day?" Cloe asked her. "Yes, I disliked everyone in my old class." Theresa answered. "You'll like it here." Cloe told her. "Except for Sharpay Evans." Rachael added. "Sharpay. Who's that?" Theresa questioned as she cocked her head to the side. "An evil blond girl who's trying to take over this school." Rachael explained.
"But my name isn't Sharpay." Theresa joked, "Or is it?" "Sharpay is a Junior. She couldn't be you, she's at least 5 ft 6." Cloe smiled. "Thanks. Well, I better get going." Theresa said, "Bye." "Bye." Cloe and Rachael both said as they watched her leave.
"My mom's here." Rachael noticed as her mom's red car arrived. "Our ride awaits." Cloe said imitating a butler. Rachael laughed. They walked up to the car. "Hey, mom." Rachael said. "Hi, Mrs. Thomas." Cloe greeted as the girls got in. "Hey, girls." Mrs. Thomas cheerfully sated as they started down the street, "What's new?" "So many things." Rachael and Cloe stated. "Ah. The joy of high school." Mrs. Thomas remembered.
By the time they reached Rachael's house, Mrs. Thomas had told them everything that they needed to know to survive high school. Which is why the girls darted out of the car when it was parked. They walked up to the door of the blue house and Rachael opened it. They walked inside as Mrs. Thomas locked the car.
"Lets go up to my room." Rachael suggested. "Sure." Cloe agreed. They walked through the mudroom and into the kitchen. They headed through the hallway and up the stairs. They arrived at the top and walked down the hallway. When they reached the end of the hallway, Rachael stood in front of the door to the right. It was, of course, painted blue.
"Ready?" Rachael asked. "Lets go." Cloe said excitedly. Rachael opened the door and revealed a Skylark Blue colored room. Cloe walked inside and looked around. The fuzzy wall-to-wall carpeting was a dark Navy Blue. There was a four-poster bed with light blue quilts and pillows.
At the end of the bed, on the floor, was a wooden chest with the word 'Dance' printed on the top. There was a dresser with a mirror near the window and a desk in the corner. There was a beanbag chair under the window, and shelves full of trophies and medals from many past dance competitions. And, in the closet, there were leotards, tap shoes, costumes, a blue CD player, and every kind of music you could think of.
"Like?" Rachael asked nervously. "Love!" Cloe said looking around, "I was starting to think that I was the only one who owned a load of CDs." "I have them for dance and you have them to sing to." Rachael explained. "Well, I'm not the only one who loves music. Am I right?" Cloe asked. "You know you are." Rachael told her.
"Now I'm very curious about what's in that wooden chest." Cloe said with a grin. "I don't know." Rachael stated. "What do you mean?" Cloe asked a bit confused. "It won't open." Rachael shrugged, "I've tried a whole bunch of times, but it just won't open." "Then we'll have to make it open." Cloe stated meaningfully.
"Don't break it!" Rachael warned her. "I won't." Cloe promised. "Is that a promise?" Rachael asked. "For you? Always." Cloe smiled at her. "All right." Rachael agreed, "What's the plan?" "Did you grease the hinges?" Cloe asked thoughtfully. "No." Rachael answered. "How about getting someone to help you push it open?" Cloe stated.
"I can't believe I over looked that." Rachael muttered. "Well, lets try to push it open." Cloe suggested. "Okay." Rachael agreed. The two of them walked over to the chest and knelt down beside it. They grabbed the edge of the lid and started to push it upwards with every ounce of strength they had.
"No use. The lid won't open." Rachael said a bit upset. "Well, maybe we need a bit more help." Cloe said as she pulled out the napkin from her pocket and opened her phone. "No, you're not thinking about calling Ryan, are you?" Rachael tested. Cloe looked at her. "Thinking about it?" she said as she started dialing, "I'm already doing it. Plus, I promised we'd call." Rachael crossed her arms and watched while Cloe made the call.
(A/N) This is chapter 7…like? I hope so. If you don't, I'm quite surprised. I thought this was one of my better chapters…well, only sort of. You'll never guess what happens in the next few chapters. Or maybe you will, but that doesn't count…or maybe it does. Anyway, R&R! Please…whoever is the first to give me a review for this story gets a virtual cookie! Or maybe two…and a brownie! It depends on what you think. Please, R&R!