Gabriella was soundly asleep in her room when she heard a knock on the door which irritates her as she is not a morning person.
Mr Montez: Gabriella. After you wake up, meet me at the barn.
GM: (mumbles) Alright dad!
Mr Montez: (sarcastic) Did i say "after you wake up"? I'm sorry, i meant now!!
Gabriella groaned and quickly hit the showers. After showering, she met her dad at the barn that was just outside of the house.
GM: (annoyed tone) What is it dad?
Mr Montez: (sarcastic) You're in a good mood this morning.
GM: Dad, can we skip the sarcasm this morning and please move on before i get bored and started to sleep again.
Mr Montez: Alright, i won't get in your way. I would just like to let you know that if by the time this vacation is over and you're still "Brie-Ella", you are cut from everything.
GM: From what "everything"?
Mr Montez: Oh you know, no modeling, no photoshoots, no shopping, no online shopping, no to everything.
GM: (shocked) But dad! That's not fair! I work hard to be a model! I mean i earned that! Didn't you always say to work hard in what you believe in?
Mr Montez: I also said stay true to yourself but you didn't follow that either did you?
GM: (sighs in defeat) Fine. What do you want me to do?
Mr Montez: I don't have a list all planned out of what you have to do but for starters, go help your grandma get some fresh eggs for breakfast in the coop. (opens chicken coop)
GM: (gasps) In there? Dad, i am wearing my limited edition Converse sneakers. I cannot afford it to be covered with chicken's...waste.
Mr Montez: Well in that case you have two choices, get some eggs barefoot or with shoes. Your choice. See you inside, pumpkin.
Gabriella stood outside the chicken coop as her dad left. It's not the first time she entered a chicken coop but it has been years. She slowly stepped inside the chicken coop and grabbed a basket. She saw that the hens are still sitting on their eggs. Think, think. What will get those hens to get up? While in deep thought, she heard a voice from behind her.
TB: You might want to get all the chickens out first.
GM: How?
TB: Ever heard of food?
GM: Right. Thanks. Wait, where is their food?
TB: (holds out the bucket in his hand) Right here, princess.
Troy placed the chicken food outside the barn and all the chickens ran outside which scared the hell out of Gabriella. When she squeled, Troy couldn't help but smile.
GM: What are you smiling at? You think this is funny? Now i look like i work at KFC. (tries to get the feathers out of her hair)
TB: (laughs) Sorry. C'mon, i'll help you with the eggs. You just hold the basket.
GM: (sighs) Fine whatever.
After getting all the eggs, Troy went back to work. Gabriella thanked Troy once again for the help and went back to the house. But on her way, she stumbled on at Troy's backpack which almost made her drop the eggs. She looked at his backpack and saw a photographer's camera.
TB: (concerned) Hey, you ok? Sorry, shouldn't leave my bag there.
GM: Are you in photography or something?
TB: Yeah. Kinda. I mean, i'm in my photography club in school.
GM: Why didn't you get a job as a photographer for the town's paper?
TB: I did. I guess you can say i'm a multi-tasker.
GM: Do you take alot of pictures?
TB: I guess so. They pay me good money for any good shots i take.
GM: Then why did you wanna work for my grandmother here?
TB: (blushes) I dunno. I guess i like working here.
GM: Oh. Cool. I can never do two jobs at once.
TB: Thanks. Do you wanna see some of my pictures some time?
GM: Um...sure. Some time. You know, like later.
TB: Yeah, i know. Well i better go back to work.
GM: Me too. Bye.
Gabriella couldn't help but smile and blush when she walked back to the house. She dosen't understand why it was sometimes hard to form a sentence around Troy. When she got to the kitchen, she saw her family already finished eating pancakes.
GM: Why are you guys eating pancakes? I got eggs.
Grandma: Sorry, sweetie i forgot to tell your father that i wanted to cook my world famous pancakes. But since you got the eggs, i'd be happy to cook them for you.
GM: No thanks grandma. Are there still any pancakes left?
Grandma: Sure. Here you go.
GM: Thanks.
Grandma: What are you doing this afternoon?
GM: Well let's see, i got a whole lot of nothing to do so i'm planning on sitting inside my room and read magazines.
Grandma: Perfect!
GM: Why is it perfect?
Grandma: Well, i decided to sign you up for the town's show choir.
GM: (scoffs) You're kidding right? Show choir?
Grandma: Why not? I thought you loved to sing?
GM: Yeah, when i was seven.
Mr Montez: Gabriella would love to join the show choir.
GM: No, i would not! Why don't you people just leave me alone for once? I'm doing just fine by myself here.
Grandma: Alright but what about we just pay them a visit and maybe that will change your mind.
GM: Doubt it but fine.
In the afternoon, Gabriella and her grandmother drove to the Wesley Corners Youth Centre to see the show choir. When they arrived, the town's show choir were performing their song. Gabriella noticed that they are not good. Their dancing is off sequence and they are not singing in perfect harmony but the audience gave them a polite applause when they finished.
Grandma: Let's go meet them, shall we?
GM: (rolls her eyes) Whatever.
Grandma: (calls) Sharpay! Would you come here for a second.
Gabriella looked at the blonde girl making her way to them. She still look very perky even though their performance sucked.
SE: Afternoon Grandma Hayden.
Grandma: Good morning to you too Sharpay. Sharpay, i want you to meet my granddaughter and hopefully new member to your group, Gabriella. I'll just leave you two to get to know each other. (walks away)
SE: Hi! I'm Sharpay. Welcome to show choir! (shows her jazz hands)
GM: What's with the jazz hands? (imitates her)
SE: It's a show choir thing. You'll learn to get use to it. Come on, i'll introduce you to a few of the members and my friends. (pulls her hands)
Sharpay made her way to her friends. Gabriella saw one dark-skin and black hair girl. One small girl with glasses and a guy wearing a overly-dramatic big hat that covers his blonde hair.
SE: Gabriella, i would like you to meet my friends, Taylor McKessie, Kelsi Nielsen and my brother Ryan Evans.
TM, KN&RE: Hi! (shows her their jazz hands)
GM: (winced) Hi.
SE: Gabriella is thinking of joining our show choir.
TM: Does she sing?
RE: Does she dance?
SE: (looks at Gabriella) Well do you?
GM: Ok look here people. First, i didn't say i was thinking of joining your little show choir. Next, yes, i do have singing and dancing experience and lastly, please stop with the jazz hands. It's driving me nuts!
TM: Well little Miss Princess. If you don't want to join us so badly, why are you even here?
GM: You think i want to be here?
KN: Wait a minute. You're Gabriella Montez right? The famous teen model that lived in Upper East Side of NYC and modeled for many magazines.
GM: (sarcastic) Glad you figured that out.
SE: Gabriella, it would be an honor if you join us.
GM: I told you that i don't wanna join.
SE: Well, think about it. Please.
GM: (looks at all the pleading eyes and sighs) Fine.
SE: (squels and hugs her) Thank you, thank you so much! When you do make your decision, i promise you won't regret it.
GM: (fakes smile) Don't worry. I won't. (walks away)
That night, Gabriella was in her room getting ready for bed when her dad walked in.
Mr Montez: Hey pumpkin. How's your day?
GM: I dunno. What do you want me to say? I had fun?
Mr Montez: Well let's just put all that aside and tell me the truth.
GM: The truth? Fine. I hate it here dad.
Mr Montez: Why's that?
GM: Dad, don't you see? This isn't really my scene ok? I cannot reconnect with anything i did over here in the past. I'm not even sure if that Gabriella you were always wanted me to be is still in me.
Mr Montez: I guess we have to get her out then. The fundraising committee in Wesley Corners is having their first annual fundraiser to help out the town. Since your grandmother is part of the committee, i think she'll be glad to know that her granddaughter will do her part for in the fundraiser.
GM: How will i do that?
Mr Montez: By entering the town's show choir.
GM: You're kidding me right? I just met them this morning and they couldn't greet anyone without showing their little jazz hands.
Mr Montez: Alright, how about this, if you join them, i won't ask you to do any chores her anymore. It's your choice.
GM: (sighs) Fine. Whatever. But dad, how well do you know the Boltons?
Mr Montez: Wow, the Boltons? I haven't seen them in years. Why?
GM: Nothing. Just an out of the blue question. Well goodnight!
Gabriella didn't know why she suddenly asked for the Boltons. Does she meant to ask about Troy Bolton? She didn't know. When she went to bed, she couldn't stop thinking of him. His beautiful blue eyes, his brown locks and by the fact he's into photography is just so cool. Wait! Am i crushing on the same boy that push me off the swing? I have got to stop this! He dosen't even like me anymore but why did he asked of i had a boyfriend or not? Erghh! Why do boys have to be so complicated!
Hi fanfiction readers! Thanks for reading this chap!
I know this chap is familiar to the Hannah Montana Movie but i did put in a few new details of my own.
So PLEASE REVIEW!!!