Hey guys, here is a new story that's been swimming in my mind for a while. I think I started it off weirdly but still, hope you ike it! Please review.

"Do not move, Gabby!"

"But mother! I do not like this hairstyle!"

"Just hold still, sweetheart..."

She sighed a little and tried not to move her head. Staring at her reflection on the mirror in front of her, she felt like a doll being dressed up badly by a 3 year old girl who dump everything she has on her. Her gazed shifted from the mirror to the blonde who was standing a few feets away from her, smoothing down her beautiful gown.

"Isn't it exciting? One of us may be chosen as a Queen!" The blonde said before admiring herself infront of the mirror once again.

"Don't be too excited Sharpay. Remember the key word, one of us MAY be chosen as a Queen, which means that we may also not be chosen as a Queen." The african american named Taylor Mckessie said before sitting down on a stool and began wearing her shoes.

"Yeah, Taylor is right. " The brunette, Gabriella Montez said turning her head slightly to face Taylor. "Sharpay and Mom are behaving like one of us are surely gonna be chosen."

"Don't move, Gabriella." Her mom, Maria said before she went back to doing her hair. "Of course one of you will be chosen as a Queen! I'm sure of it!"

"Why?"

"Because you're all beautiful, talented..."

"Mother, there are a million ladies out there who are probably a thousand times more beautiful and talented than us." Gabriella said.

"Hey!" Sharpay Evans, the beautiful blonde exclaimed.

"I mean more beautiful than me..." Gabriella quickly said.

"Which means that I would surely be the Queen!" Sharpay said before giggling girlishly.

"I'll be happy as long as one of you girls are being chosen." Maria said while adding a black pin into Gabriella's hair.

"There!" She said before taking a step back. "Beautiful!"

Gabriella stared at her hair at the mirror wide eyed, a hundred strands of her hair was braided and piled up on her head weirdly, which makes her hair looks like poop. Yup, lots and lots of them...No offense, hair.

"Uh, mother? Why don't you wait outside and I'll finish myself up?" Gabriella asked still staring at her hair like a hawk gawking at a prey.

"Sure, but hurry! The carriage will be coming soon!" She said before leaving the room.

Gabriella grunted at her hair before she raised her hands and took out the pins and unbraid her hair one by one sending them flowing down her shoulders ,leaving only two braids on both side of her head alone. Then she held the two braids to the back of her head before getting a rubber band and tied it up. There, simple and nice.

She smiled at her reflection before she stood up and smoothes down her gold coloured gown.

"Can you believe this?" Sharpay asked dreamily while she was still staring at her reflection.

"Believe what?" Taylor asked.

"That one of us will be queen in a few hours!"

"If you survive the ride." Taylor said. "I've heard that the road is quite bumpy."

"Oh, no worries. I'd walk there if I had to!"

Gabriella giggled before asking. "You all are only excited about being Queen aren't you?"

Taylor and Sharpay stared at her for a few seconds before nodding. "Of course! What else is there to be excited about?"

"Well, the ball of course!"

"Gabs, it's called the Future Queen ball, so basically the main thing about the ball is to choose a Queen." Taylor said. "Imagine what it's like if one of us are chosen to be the Queen."

"It would be wonderful!" Sharpay gushed.

Gabriella smiled she's not really excited about being chosen because she doubt that she would be, all she was excited about was going to the ball . Before she could say anything, they all heard Maria calling them from downstairs. "Girls, the carriage is here!"

He was reading some papers when someone knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty, Sir Danforth is here..." Lady Mary's small voice rang through the room.

"Let him in."

A tall black man walked into the room and said. "Good evening, Your majesty."

"Hello,Chad." He greeted solemnly.

"Nobody's here?" He asked before looking around the room. Once the room was clear, he said. "Your Majesty, the ball is going to start, you should go out n..."

"I told you, I am not going to the ball. It was not even my idea. It was my father's" He said not even looking at him as he continue to study the papers.

"But you have to. You have to choose a Queen tonight, Troy..." Chad said to him, switching into friend mode. He only call The King his name when no one's around.

He didn't say anything. He reached out for his coffee before taking a long sip then putting it back down on the hardwood desk.

"It's because of her isn't it?" Chad asked.

He didn't say anything.

"I know you couldn't forget her, but it's been 3 years. You should..."

"Chad, please don't talk about her." He growled. He placed the papers down on the desk before glaring at Chad. He sighed a little before he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as the painful memories came flooding back into his mind.

"I'm sorry, But Jules..."

"I said don't!" He growled before slapping his hand on the desk causing everything on the desk to rattle in fright, but Chad didn't even flinch, he knew him too well.

"Fine, don't talk about Jules. How about you? If you don't choose a Queen tonight, you will lose your place of being King."

He sighed heavily before remembering the rules, every King must be married by 23 years old or the King would lose his place. That's bullshit, why must every king has to be married to be a King?

"I know, but I cannot Chad." He said looking at him. "I can't just go out to dance with every women at the ball and choose one of them that I barely know as a Queen."

"Actually, you don't need to choose. You just need to throw a ball."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's a tradition. Your Majesty's great-great-great grandfather started it. His Majesty was in the same situation as you, minus the Jules part. He couldn't decide who to choose so he got the idea of throwing a ball at the women, the one who catch it will be the Queen."

"That's stupid, I wonder who else is stupid enough to follow the tradition."

"Your father. And so does your grandfather and great grandfather."

"I'm still not doing it."

"Please, Troy. You can either choose a Queen yourself, or just throw the ball." Chad sighed. "Look, you can have as many mistresses as you want, but first you have to have a Queen!"

Chad paused for a moment before adding. "Please Troy, I don't want this country to lose a good King like you."

He thought for a moment. Chad's right, he did need to forget Jules. But it's not like he don't want to forget her, he can't. And he know that having a Queen, things wouldn't change, but at least his place of being a King would be safe.

He shutted his eyes for a split second before standing up and move towards the door with a relieved Chad walking closely behind him.