Troy
I've been travelling for a few days now on a bus; I didn't have enough money for a plane ticket. I bet you're wondering why I'm on a bus and travelling. I bet you're thinking that I'm going to see Gabriella, well you're wrong. I'm not actually going to see her, you see, Gabby and I, we're not together anymore. We thought that we could have long distance relationship but we were wrong, we can't, it's not possible. People say that it can work but it didn't work for Gabby and I. They say that 'If you love somebody then it doesn't matter about the distance, you'll stay together because you love them and nothing can come between you,' I guess that Gabby and I just didn't love each other enough.
I'm actually travelling to New York. I've decided that if I actually want to do theatre then I should actually see an actual stage musical, that would be a good idea, wouldn't it? Berkley has offered me many opportunities to go to one but I always turned them down because they were never a good time to go, I was always busy, most of the time travelling to go and see Gabby for the weekend. I wish I had taken their advice now because our relationship ended and it kinder wasn't worth it.
I heard that Sharpay was actually in New York, I know that Ryan is there because he went to Julliard, somewhere where I was offered, at the time I laughed at it, going to Julliard would be a terrible idea but now that I think about it, it would've been a good idea if I actually went. My friends laughed at the thought, I laughed at the thought. I was totally embarrassed that I was wanted and now, I wish that I took it more seriously and actually wrote something to them telling them that if they were to choose me I would be the perfect candidate and I really would love to go but no, I had to be young and immature and listen to my friends. I knew that they were my friends but I regret ever listening to them now, it ruined my future and my chances of performing live or even seeing things live. I was also too busy with what I thought was love, it wasn't because if it was, then we would still be together right now, but we're not so I guess its case closed.
I hope that I see Sharpay there, I know that we weren't the closest of friends and yeah, she did try to ruin Gabby's and mine's relationship on many of occasions but when she was on her own and she was her own self then she was an okay person. I think that she was nice to me because I was the only one other than Ryan who was nice to her. Everybody in the school treated her like an Ice-Queen, okay, I admit she was one, and a real drama queen but that was who Sharpay was. Summer two years ago she actually showed me the real her, I've never actually seen real tears on her before, I've seen her pretend because she was acting but these were actual real tears and it may have been because things hadn't gone her own way but she actually thought of other people than herself for the first time in her. That was the first time I saw the real her and ever since then I haven't given her a hard time. Okay, I admit sometimes I wanted to throttle her and scream in her face for the crap that she gave us, but I knew deep down inside she was a nice person who was fighting to break out. I wish that I could meet her again because she was actually a nice person, real but I guess that I'll never meet her again.
Whilst I'm sitting on the train I hear my cell ringing, I take it out of my pocket and see the caller ID, 'Mom'. She's very overprotective with me, even though I'm in high school when she finds out that I'm on my own she gets all scared and her motherly protection radar overloads and thinks, I must call my son, I must make sure that he's okay. I think that mother's have a radar which beeps when their child is on their own. I guess it's a good thing after all because they're only trying to make sure that their child is okay. I click the answer button and place the phone next to my ear.
"What's up, Mom?" I say to her with a cool tone in my voice. Well, I think that it's cool, I don't think that she does.
"Where are you now?" She says with a concerned tone in her voice
"I'm just about to leave Ohio, from what they say," I respond back to her, "I'm almost there but you never know, they may have to take another pit stop," I start to lower my voice into a soft whisper and sink into my seat, I place my hand over the phone, arching it, hiding my mouth from people seeing what I'm actually saying if they can't see me, you never know who could be a lip reader. "There's actually a guy two rows in front of me who constantly needs the bathroom and he's already clogged up the one on the bus." I pull a disgusted face because it's the truth, he clogged it just after we left California, this guy seriously needs to see somebody about his bowel movements because that is just not right.
"That's not funny, Troy," she says to me with a slight twinge of anger in her voice. "You know I brought you up better than that. You shouldn't be speaking about people like that."
Now I'm confused. I thought I was telling her the truth. "But it's the truth, he clogged up the toilet and it was only just as we left California. He seriously needs to get his bowel's checked and be taken into hospital because that is not right." I'm still whispering at this point because I don't want a fist in my face. The guy is a big guy, a really big guy. Like football line back big. I wouldn't want to mess with him. I realise that I'm not exactly skinny and I do have muscles but I would not survive in a room with him, one punch to the face and I would be out cold
"Troy, I see that college has changed you because you were never this rude when you were home," she says to me, oh crap, I'm in trouble.
"I'm sorry, Mom," I say in a normal tone, no longer whispering and I remove my hand from around my mouth. "You're right, I shouldn't have said that about him, that was rude of me." Not really, it's the truth but what my mom doesn't know can't hurt her. "Listen, I'll call you as soon as I enter New York, I have my hotel booked and I have the receipt in my duffle bag, it's all there. You don't have to worry about me anymore, Mom, I'm an adult now." I say to her, trying to reassure her, she's a complete and utter worrier but then again, what mother isn't. If she didn't worry about you then you would worry about them.
"Okay, but you better ring me, I don't want to have to worry about you, Troy," she says to me, I can already hear the worry in her voice.
"I'll call you, don't worry. Bye, Mom," I say to her before hanging up the phone, I slide it back into my pocket and exhales deeply, slouching more in my chair. I'm nearly 20 years old and I've still got my mom worrying about me. Well, I should be glad that she still cares about me.
I can't wait to actually get to New York, I've never actually been there but I've always wanted to go. Especially Manhattan, I'm stoked about it and I hope I actually bump into somebody that I actually know because then the adventure may just be fun and worth the travelling.
New York here I come.