Chapter two
Morning. Morning. Mor – ning. No matter how many times I say it, it isn't a very happy word nor is it even the worst word ever. The worst word ever would be either somewhere along the lines of "no more Ben and Jerry's left in the world" I mean that sentence alone, is every girls worst nightmare... well speaking of Ben and Jerry's, when is breakfast. Ah, one of the up side's of mornings, now let's think of a down side. Easy. That tiredness you get after sleeping in your warm and comfy bed, or maybe that dream that you were having and you were just about to get the most perfect proposal until the loudness of the evil alarm clock scares you from your dream, and then you spend hours trying to get that dream back but never do ... wait isn't there a word for that or something? Hum. Maybe. It has been two weeks since the ... "lost" incident, and needless to say, my mother won't be forgetting that anytime soon, however I did threaten my wonderful mom that if she said one word about my little tragedy then I will hide her, love of her life, Marc Jacobs bag from her, that will never to be seen again. Sucker. Now that my social life is intact, I have one confession to make...
So here I am, peacefully drawing the apple that laid in front of me, minding my own business when all of a sudden on my paper I could see a shadow looking over me, and I could of sworn I saw a knife in their hands. Shocked I quickly grabbed my freshly dipped paintbrush that was covered in a beautiful red colour, seizing the moment I quickly turned and flicked the paint on the killer behind me, this then caused the person to shriek and ... wait for it ... laugh. I then stopped and before I knew it, everyone started a paint fight, but hey it was great lesson, don't you think?
"No need to attack me with paint, you are such a crazy person" the girl covered in red paint said.
"I'm sorry, it's just, I thought you paint brush was a knife and you know, I'm new, I thought I was getting ... attacked" I said, ending with a nervous laugh, before looked around to see everyone laughing, as they continue to throw powder paint at each other.
"Meh. It made the lesson fun, anyway I'm Sharpay" she said stick out her hand.
"Gabriella" I curled my hand over hers before shaking it slightly and letting go before smiling sheepishly. You see I'm never good at introductions.
And well that's my confession, and now? Well let me tell you, my parents have been in that principles office far too long for my liking. Maybe they're talking about how wonderfully amazing I am? Let's just hope so.
"... Don't think you're not grounded young lady, I'm so disappointed in you" my mother said while getting into the passenger seat of the car, leaving me to sit at the back all by myself.
"Yes mom" I said, sulking in the backseat.
"Come on honey, you gotta admit that was a great idea, damn I wish I was in that lesson" my father whispered to my mother. Giggling quietly I watched as my mother shot him a "Don't – encourage – her" look, after my father's comment, we silently headed home. As we entered our home, my mother had signalled me to go to my room before dinner, without giving a sarcastic remark, I decided I need to save my butt and just head up to my room.
As I slowly walked past my brothers room, all you could head was gun's shooting, and people shouting. X- Box. One of the twenty first century inventions that boys (and girls) seem too love. Sneakily I slowly opened the his door, to revel the dark place he calls a bedroom, I tip – toed closer to the bed before jumping onto the messy bed causing him to scream, like a girl I might add.
"Jeez Ell, are you trying to kill me?" Shrugging, I shot his a smile before snatching the x – box controller out of his hands and continuing his game.
"Wow. You got it easy, if I had done that then he would of actually chopped my head off" the blonde had said as we both sat on the grass eating out lunch.
"He hates you? Why, what did you do?" I asked as I looked around looking for my brother, who should have been here twenty minutes ago, boys and timings. Gosh.
"He hates everyone ... Accepted you" she said turning to face me as she said the last two words.
"right" I said slowly before taking a bite into my apple chewing with care, I continued to look around. Feel a pair of eyes on me, i turned to see if Sharpay had still been looking at me, she wasn't, I then turned behind me to find my brother walking in with what looked like, jocks. Slowly turning my head to see the whole view of the field, my eye then caught hair swishing downwards. The hair colour was dark brown, with tanned skin, why was he looking?
"He likes to stay by himself" Sharpay whispered.
"Oh, why's that?" I asked like a child, turning to face her as she looked at 'him', keen to know more.
"Well, I don't really know why, but what I do know is -" she said turning to face me with a smile. "- He's in band, I think he's the vocalist in the group, with the guitar and stuff but you know all -" tuning her out, I looked at him again, but this time taking everything in. He didn't look familiar like in those fairytale books... what? I like those books. But anyway no one is familiar in this school, unless they go under the name of Sharpay Evans, Alex Montez and Dante Newton, the guy that helped me go through the havoc hallway ... he's a nice guy and don't get any ideas, I don't like him in that way ,not yet anyway.
"-Oh and his name is Troy Bolton, now enough about Mr Musician let's get going, we have Math with Mr Johnson and I want to get front view"
Rolling my eyes, I slowly stood up, grabbing my bag before turning to see him again, this time it looked like he was either writing or just randomly drawing on the piece of paper in front of him.
"Ella!" Shar shouted waving her hand, signalling me to hurry up. That girl and her crushes I thought before smiling and walking slowly towards her.
A/N: Oh jeez , it's kinda late isn't it? ... okay okay, not kinda but a lot late. Well i know how to make it up to you guys, another chapter either Tuesday or Wednesday. And it will be longer than this, i pinky promise.
Anyway ; ohh promise more Troy in the next one , and also more Dante . wooh !
LOOOOKKK IT'S A BUTTON ;
I DOUBLE DARE YOU TO PRESS IT.
I'll give you cake.
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