"And everyday, I'm losing hope, and each minute that passes by gives me another reason to give up." Sharpay Evans read off her sheet of paper.

Without lifting her eyes, she made her way back to her seat. Once she got there, she left her eyes on her desk.

The rest of the class looked at one another. Everyone was asking themselves, what was that? Any other time in Creative Writing, Sharpay would write something about her clothes, or makeup, or how she recently received a part in the upcoming school play.

But not this time; she had given a heart filled speech in a monotone voice. Only one person had realized she had just spilled her heart out, and he was completely confused.

"Well. That was…interesting Sharpay." Mrs. White said, looking as if it was hard to find the right words.

"Next we have," She paused, while reaching her hand into the cup. She pulled out a folded sheet of paper and read the name, "Troy Bolton."

The whole class turned their heads to look at Troy, who had seated himself in the back today.

His blue eyes were unfocused, and were landed somewhere on the murky green tile that covered the ground. His mouth was silently forming words, but no one could exactly make out what they were..

Gabriella, who was sitting in front of him, turned around and offered him a small smile. "Troy?"

His face held no reaction; it was as if she had never uttered a word. His mouth was still forming silent words, and his eyes were soon moving left and right.

"Dude." Chad said, putting a hand on Troy's shoulder and shaking him. Suddenly, Troy's eyes left the floor, and landed on the hidden head of the girl that just pulled her heart out in front of the class.

The silent forming of words had ceased, and his eyes were soon moving from Sharpay's head, and the empty seat behind her, not completely comprehending.

"Mr. Bolton!" Mrs. White exclaimed, but no words reached him.

It was only when the blonde he had been staring at whipped around in her seat and cried, "Just go up and say your damn speech Bolton! I for one want to leave this place early!"

Troy blinked twice, and stared at Sharpay. Her face was in a mask of fury, but her eyes told a different story. Before Troy could depict what they were trying to tell him, she whipped back around and stared at her desk once again.

Troy looked down at his own desk, and saw his speech.

Weeks ago, Mrs. White had given them an assignment to write a short four minute report on something that meant something to them, or a memory.

Sharpay had been all excited, and began furiously writing about the drama club and all her triumphs.

But right before class, Troy had seen Sharpay furiously ripping up her old speech before writing a new one.

Troy had decided to write about a memory; he picked the two weeks were he help change the 'status quo' last year.

Slowly, Troy walked up to the front and stood uncomfortably in front of everyone.

He glanced down at his speech, and saw that everything he wrote didn't make much sense. Sure, last night and the night before and before class started, it had made perfect sense to him, but now, he wasn't so sure.

Chad had talked about winning the championship last year. Taylor and Gabriella had written about winning the scholastic decathlon. Zeke had written about baking and Jason wrote about his new found liking to directing.

But, after Sharpay had poured her heart out, while not too many people knew it, he had decided he needed to say something different, something deeper.

"Uh, when Mrs. White gave us this assignment, my mind directly went to last year after Christmas break. With the help of a friend," He paused, quickly glancing at Gabriella, "I had turned the whole school upside down.

"I spent the last week trying to find the best words to describe it, and explain to you so you would know how hard it was, and I had finally gotten it written.

"But in the last few minutes, I had…an epiphany of sorts." He stopped, and looked up at the class.

He saw Chad's perplexed face and Gabriella's questioning one. But, one face made him feel…nervous.

Sharpay had stopped staring at her desk, to look up at Troy with a surprised face, but it soon turned into curiosity.

"Um," He began again, soon unsure of how to continue. His train of thought had vanished at the curiosity on Sharpay's face, and his eyes flickered to behind her.

For the past ten years, Sharpay and Ryan had been sitting together, but they weren't today. His eyes swept through the class room, but Ryan was no where to be found.

Troy couldn't remember the last time he saw the Evans twins apart. Come to think of it, Troy couldn't remember the last time he had seen Ryan.

Yesterday and the day before Sharpay had walked the halls alone.

As Troy's eyes fell on Ryan's empty seat again, Mrs. White cleared her throat. "Mr. Bolton, continue please."

Troy blinked before looking down at his cards. He had just told the class that he wasn't going to read the speech he had prepared, so what in the world was he going to say now?

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How'd you like it? I had a few quotes taken from some sites and this one jumped out at me, as did another.
I had to get this written, and I'm still not sure what Troy's going to say, or what will happen. My mind is like a blender today, and nothing is staying in place. I'll try and get some more ideas out.
I couldn't figure out a title, so I used the title Beautiful Fighters, which is a Japanese song by Ayumi Hamasaki. I'm not sure what the lyrics mean, but I thought the title might work with the story.
I hoped you like it! Please review!