Fickle
Old Fiat
Disclaimer: I do not own High School Musical. I will never own High School Musical. Though, I am considering going into acting and I want to work for Disney. (Seriously. I really do.)
Summary: High school students are so fickle.
Notes: Okay, so Tertiary Genesis (who is this wicked awesome Australian guy who you can and should look up on FFN if you haven't heard of his fanfic Lockdown.) said that I should do a Tryan fanfic when I asked if I could borrow the premise of He Was Laughing (another story by him). I said before that I would write one and post it on his birthday as a present, but I kind of wanted to post this now so I'll probably write another Tryan for his birthday.
Dedicated to: Tertiary Genesis, DUH.
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Prologue
High school students are so fickle.
They all loved me when I was manly-man, basketball star. Sure, their infatuation with me dipped slightly when they discovered I was auditioning for a musical, but once they found out it was for a girl (a very pretty one at that) it was all okay.
Turned out most of the other kids in the school had interests other then what they were mostly known for. Zeke baked, Sharpay was more interested in law school than Broadway, and Chad confessed to me (far out of earshot of anyone else) that he loved dancing a little more than basketball.
Even though it was now generally accepted at East High that everyone had more than one side to them, none of the student body would ever heal from this. I guess they can't handle something this out of stereotype. Not that it's really that out of stereotype, I mean, I'm sure there are a ton of other basketball players who are…
Okay. Calm down. I need to get back on track. Stop rambling.
My story starts around… July. I love July. It's the peak of summertime, a nice cozy valley between the two hills of the memories of previous school year and the predictions of the up-coming one.
Woah…. That was totally sappy. Sorry. I promise I'll never do that again. I do like July though.
Only problem with my story is… it's a love story. Blech. Normally I hate romance in stories unless it's part of the plot. If the main plot is mostly about not-love. (I hated that bit in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince with Ginny and stuff. That part sucked compared to all the other cool horcrux stuff.) But my English teacher wants each of us students to write a story. SERIOUSLY! A whole story! At least 10,000 words. And I'm not a very creative person when it comes to plot and characters and stuff. I mean, English is, like, my best subject. I get most of it and I can be pretty articulate when I want to be, but I'm not good at coming up with whole original stories.
So I'm writing a non-fictional story about… me. (They say to write what you know, right?) Maybe this will clear up some of the rumors and stuff. I don't know. This also cuts my work load in half because she wants us to plot them out before we start writing and it's like, I already know what happened so whatever.
But, yeah. This is my story. It starts in July (well, actually last January, but just barely) and it's a love story (yuck).
Enjoy!
-Troy Bolton
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So that was kind-very short, but it was the prologue. I have a minimum of 1,000 words with each of my chapters so don't worry! The rest won't be this short.
-Old Fiat s. Italy