A/N: Inspired by many cheesy movies from the 80's and 90's. Hopefully this will be a little better.

Disclaimer: For this, and all of the chapters to follow in this story; I do not own High School Musical, for if I did, I would not be writing this wonderful fanfic.

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Like A Prayer

By Xian Chan

Prologue

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When he looks back on his life, he sees nothing that could even raise an amused eyebrow. It was dull, uneventful, and definitely not worth bragging about. Ryan Evans could say he never had a life. If you call following your twin sister around and doing whatever she said a life, maybe there was a small glimmer of movement in his otherwise stagnant existence.

No he wasn't ever depressed. Yes his parents loved him very much. No his sister didn't always treat him like some goddamn poodle. Yes, he was fucking bored. How else could he describe the feeling that welled up inside every time he thought of his life thus far. The one word summed it up quite neat and nicely. Bored. If he said it enough times even the droning monotone of it was more exciting than most things he felt.

So this is why Ryan would sneak out of his overly sized house every night and go to the park. He would lay under the tree near the small lake. He would look up at the stars and reevaluate every bit of his life, to see where he went wrong. Why there was never any spark. Ryan would sometimes cry to the heavens, asking for an answer. Why the hell was his life so fucking boring?! And one night, the heavens deemed it fit to answer. Not in the form Ryan expected though.

In hindsight, it was a bit daft of him to be looking straight on and not see the burning light heading right for him. Any other person would see it. Who could blame him though? He wasn't wearing his contacts at the time and a small fire burning in the sky that wasn't a star, and was coming for him wasn't exactly expected, so wasn't exactly the first thing he was looking for.

Ryan didn't remember any pain.

He just remembered everything being extremely quick. But the moment right before it happened felt like an eternity. His life flashed before his eyes and he felt like he was looking into the abyss. And there was one particular word that stuck in his mind as being the last one to ever enter his head.

'Fuck.'

And then it hit him. Going a little more than four hundred miles per hour. About the size of a small car, perhaps of the Mini Cooper type, was the meteor that had chipped away from an asteroid hundreds of year before Ryan was even thought of, and had traveled all the way from the outer asteroid belt of the solar system to briefly orbit around the moon losing some of it's mass, and then shooting for earth, in which it targeted a lone boy sitting in a shitty little park in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Life's a bitch; and then you die.

When looking back on what was probably the most exciting thing to ever happen to him, Ryan Evans realized that he had to die before he could start living. Well, technically "Afterliving", as some liked to call it. Still, the irony always made him seethe whenever he thought about it.

His name was Ryan Evans.

He died with dignity, poise, and boredom.

He lived on after death.

This is his story.