Dear Diary, (I think that's the way I'm supposed to start these things)

It's me, Sharpay. Usually I confide my secret, innermost thoughts in Ryan, but lately he's been running around with the Gabriella worshippers, so it's just me alone now.

So, about a month ago, where would I be? Oh, yeah. I'd be either at school rehearsing for some musical or other. Or else I'd be downstairs watching Grease or Wicked with Ryan. Except, now, Gabriella is at school, practicing MY part in the musical with everyone in her fan club, including Ryan, cheering her on, and later, they'll all go and watch a movie at her big studly boyfriend Troy Bolton's house. All kidding and prejudice aside, Gabriella Montez is an evil life-ruining whore straight from the hottest part of hell. That innocent ooh-I'm-breaking-free! façade she was hiding behind when she first got has officially vanished now. We're all waiting for her to drop out of the decathlon team. It'll happen any day now, she's planning to become a cheerleader so she can have more Troy-time.

So, what's going on in my life? Well, I just finished a five page essay on Absolutism vs. Democracy and now I'm planning to write in this diary for another hour or two. Life feels so pathetic right now. What's the point of having a big house and an awesome room if there aren't any friends here to share it with? Even my old Drama Club friends have gone to join the Montez Worshippers. You know who Gabriella and Troy remind me of? Those Ocean's Eleven guys. They've got all the right connections and fingers everywhere. Evil life-ruiners. I can't believe I even liked Troy! Well, actually I can, but that was back when he used to have a brain…now he's just like a mindless robot who follows Gabriella Montez around all day with blank eyes and his mouth open drooling.

A few examples of Gabriella Montez's evilness:

She tripped Kelsi the other day in the lunchroom. She was honestly only nice to her because Troy was.

She treats Taylor like her pet puppy and the basketball players like they're her own slave brigade.

She's all sweet and innocent around the teachers and then snaps at everyone. She's basically the new Ice Princess, except how does she do it without everyone hating her?

Which of course brings us to my new identity. After the callbacks, everyone was making fun of me because I didn't get the part and Ryan sort of deserted me. Zeke tried to be nice for a while, but he dumped me after a week of the other basketball players' teasing. How did I deal with it? My reputation has gone from Ice Princess to Ice Bitch. I don't talk to anybody and oh, yeah, I dropped out of Drama Club. Gabriella's the new president, and it breaks my heart, it really does. I loved the Drama Club. There goes all my chances of being a great singer and actress someday. I guess the one good thing that came out of all this is that the Drama Club is getting a lot more attention now. And another good thing is that my grades have been improving. I'm getting straight A's, even in Chemistry, which used to be my worst subject.

The front door is opening now. Mom and Dad are at that big benefit party, so it couldn't be them. And I hear voices, and Ryan doesn't usually talk to himself. He must have brought people back with him, but I can't tell who they are…oh, no, it better not be Troy and Gabriella.

There. I've just gotten up and locked the door to my room. Nobody enters my room. It's my private domain, and I love it. The walls are sparkly white- except one, which is black with huge pink and white splotches on it. Also sparkly. I have a king-sized bed with white embroidered lace comforters and pillows. Trés classic. No canopy, they're tacky and the type of thing that go in and out of style. And hung above my bed are my pink silk toe slippers. They hold a lot of memories. I put them away sometimes because they make me so sad…but never mind. That's a story for another day. Anyway, my room is spotless, as usual. And now footsteps are coming up the steps. And someone's knocking on my door. As if I'm going to let them in. Still knocking. Still knocking. Oh great, Ryan just shouted, "SHARPAY I'VE GOT THE KEY!!!!!!" Looks like I'm going to have to go open it.

Toodles, Sharpay.