Ok guys, here is the second chapter. I hope you like it. Please review.
Mitchi

Troy

I got to school and almost immediately, the whole basketball team was around me. I was their hero, strong and every girl's dream… if only they knew what my dad, the coach – did to me. The team and I went to the locker rooms and started getting ready for morning practice. I closed my locker and turned around when someone bumped into me.

"What the?"

"I'm sorry." I heard a tiny voice and saw a tiny girl standing in front of me, her books pressed to her chest. She looked pretty, not slutty like the other girls did. She had brown eyes and ebony hair, which cascaded down in curls. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

Gabriella

I looked up at the person I just bumped into. He was gorgeous, with blue shining eyes and beautiful hair. I kept staring at him. After what seemed like hours, I looked down again, said "goodbye," and left for class, my thoughts still glued to the guy.

Troy

When she left, I still felt as though I was looking into her eyes. I was pulled back into reality when Chad waved his hand in front of me.

"Dude?" he asked. "Come on, we'll be late for practice."

I walked with him and looked at my watch. We already were late. "My dad is going to beat the shit out of me for being late," I thought and went into the locker rooms. I turned my back to Chad and changed as quickly as I could, so he won't see the whip marks and bruises.

After practice

Gabriella

I went to the gym after my first lesson. I entered and saw the last of the team disappear in their locker rooms after basketball practice. I already changed into my gym clothes because my teacher from my previous class had ended the lesson early. I sat down on the ground near the door and looked around the unfamiliar room.

Then, I spotted the guy with those shining blue eyes. He played basketball. I watched him as he picked the last ball up, when someone came in. I guess it was the coach.

"Troy!" he shouted. So this guy's name was Troy.

"Come to my office now!" The coach sounded pretty angry. I watched Troy. He seemed like he was scared. "I'm coming, Dad." The coach was his dad.

Troy started walking toward his dad very slowly. When he reached him I saw his dad slap him. I was shocked. Why would his own dad slap him? None of them had seen me; otherwise, he wouldn't have slapped him.

"Why have you been late for practice?"

"I –" Troy began, but his dad already slapped him again and backed him up against the wall of the gym.

"Don't you dare go looking for stupid excuses! You know what happens if you lie to me, right?" he shouted at him.

Troy nodded.

His dad grabbed him by the collar and pulled Troy along with him through a door that leads to the teacher's room and closed it. What was he going to do to Troy? I was still shocked that I'd just seen the captain of the basketball team getting slapped by the coach, his own father.

I walked up to the door and laid my ear on it to hear what was going on. At first I didn't hear anything but shouting. They were having an argument.

"DON'T YOU DARE SHOUT AT ME!" I heard the coach shout.

"I DO WHAT I WA-" Troy began, but didn't finish. Instead, I heard a bump – something, or someone, must've hit the ground. I stepped back from the door as I heard ugly noises, like someone was kicking someone else. I instantly assumed it was Troy who got kicked.

Troy

I laid there on the ground as my dad kicked my stomach and legs, getting the feeling that bruises were going to show up soon. He wanted to make sure I had to limp. I waited patiently for him to finish beating me. After a few minutes, he bent down next to me and whispered in my ear, "we're not done now. The next lesson is about to start. Don't be late again!" He kicked me once again and left, leaving me alone, lying on the ground, the pain nearly killing me.

I knew I had to go to my next lesson, otherwise I'd get beaten even worse that evening. I helped myself up and quickly got to the gym. I tried not to look too much in pain because the girls from the next period were already there.

I heard them talking, but I managed to get out of there and into the locker rooms before one of them came up to me. I quickly changed my clothes even though it hurt like hell and ran to my next class.

Gabriella

I sat at the bottom of the gym, not really listening to the teacher's speech. My thoughts were still on the scene I'd heard a few minutes ago – Troy Bolton, captain of the basketball team, being beaten by his own father.

I felt like I had to do something against it, even though I didn't really know him.

"I'll get to know him, so I can keep an eye on him," I thought, and stood up to practice.

After school at Troy's home, in his room

Troy

I let myself drop onto my bed, feeling exhausted and broken. I had some ugly bruises forming on my chest and some sprained bones, but it didn't bother me. I was afraid of my dad. He told me that he wanted to finish up with me when he got home; that should be any minute now. I sat on the ground in front of my bed. I was so tired.

My eyes were about to shut when I felt someone kick my already bruised stomach.

"Get up! Your dad is going to be home any second. He phoned me to get you downstairs to wait for him," my stepmom, Sarah said, and kicked me once again before she left.

I pulled myself up and went downstairs. I was still in pain and walked slow because of it. Shortly after I arrived at the edge of the stairs, I felt something hit my jaw, and knew my dad arrived home. I fell backwards and my head hit the stairs. It hurt like hell. My dad picked me up and carried me up the stairs and threw me up against the wall in my room. My head hit the wall and I felt like it was going to break. I raised my hand to my head but my dad already started kicking me.

"You useless piece of shit, I don't know why I ever made the mistake of sleeping with your mom."

I felt myself being pulled up and getting slapped over and over again. Then, he took my shirt off and got his belt. I knew what was coming – he was going to whip me with his belt like he already had so many times before. I prepared myself for the first hit and took it every time. The leather hit my back and was guaranteed to leave marks. I hoped they wouldn't bleed too much, or otherwise my T-shirt would be full of stains, making my bruises more difficult to hide.

After a while, which felt like an hour to me, he stopped and kicked me again.

"Now, come downstairs. Sarah and I want some dinner." He slapped me once more and left the room. I couldn't move. I tried, but I couldn't.

Sarah

Jack and I waited for his so-called son to come downstairs. Jack just came down from punishing that little boy and we both waited for him to come down and cook our dinner. When he didn't return after a half an hour, I stood up and walked upstairs to his room He laid on the ground and cried. I stepped up to him and him in the chest. He just laid there.

"You have to come down and make dinner!" I screamed at him. I kicked him again and left.

Troy

When Sarah kicked me the second time around, I heard a slight crack; maybe she broke my ribs. I tried once again to stand up, but fell down immediately. I started crying because it hurt so badly. Normally I wouldn't cry, but it was too much. I was sick of my life. I laid there trying to get up when I heard some footsteps nearing my room. I knew it was my dad. He was angry that I hadn't shown up to cook their dinner.

"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? YOU CAN'T JUST LAY THERE AND SARAH AND I STARVE DOWNSTAIRS!" he yelled, and started kicking me again.

After he finished kicking me, he left me on the floor, with blood already trickling down from my mouth. Before he left my room, he said, "two weeks no food. You hear me?"

He slammed the door and left me alone. I just wanted to die. Maybe this was the best way to get rid of everything. There wasn't anyone in this world to whom I meant anything. My mom left me with my dad. She doesn't care. Sarah came in once more and kicked me.

Eventually, I fell asleep.

Gabriella's Diary Entry

Dear Dairy,

Today was my first day at East High. I enjoyed it. Most of the teachers are nice. For example, my math teacher is one of the nicest people I've ever met, and her lessons are very interesting. I've also met some people, like Taylor McKessie. I really can talk to her, and she's also good at Math and Science.

But before the first period, I bumped into someone. Later, I found out it's the captain of the basketball team. He seemed a bit concealed. But then, I found out something horrible.

HIS FATHER BEATS HIM!

Yeah, that's right. I heard them, it's horrible. I can't believe his dad does that to him. I want to help him. But he won't let me, I guess. I have to get near him so I can find out all the background. He limped when I saw him afterwards, that beating must have been pretty bad. He couldn't walk properly. I already have a plan to get near to him. Tomorrow I will try to talk to him. I have a plan. Wish me luck.

Love you, Gabby.

So that was it. Please review and make me happy.
Mitchi