Title: Miles Away
Author: xxshadowdreamer
A/N:
HAY. hmm well this is just a little thing I started a LOOONG time ago. Its short because its only a prologue. I'm hoping to make this a full length story, probably lik 10-15 chapters. (it cant be that long cuz im quite busy) but i hope you like the prologue so far. :) please review.
She saw her reflection in the mirror. Her gray, French beret tilted slightly to the side, her dark skinny jeans hugging tightly to her toned legs, a deep red shoulder-cut shirt exposing her bare shoulder, red three-inch Gucci heels; this was what she wanted. Designer outfits, every boy drooling after her, the perfect boyfriend, popularity, power; she had it all. She wanted this… didn't she?
Scanning her eyes over her reflection, she was torn. This wasn't the person she had wanted to become. The sad thing was, she realized it, and did nothing. It was like her life was going on autopilot, and she was watching from a small glass room miles away. Frowning, she lifted her hands to her head, removing the beret, making sure she didn't mess up her new hair. She added extensions, despite her mom's protests. She didn't care that they damaged her hair, and she thought she could handle the yelling when she came home.
It was the first time she had gone to visit Troy Bolton, her former best-friend, in five months. She wanted to talk to him, to tell him that she was sorry for everything she had done to him the past year. She wanted to tell him that she hated herself, that she would do anything just to be the person she was before, to be his best-friend again.
She knocked on the dark wooden door and then rang the door bell. She heard his laughter from behind the door, calling out to someone from behind him. The door swung open and he stared at her, surprised at first. Then his face turned stiff as stone.
"What do you want?" he asked his hand still on the door and his voice laced with anger. She hated it and tried to speak. "Hurry up. I have friends waiting for me."
She winced.
"I-I came here to say, I'm sorry." She began, feeling tears well up into her eyes. "I really am."
She could barely see his face through her blurred vision, but she saw the hurt that flashed through his eyes. She saw the anger in his face.
"Sometimes, Gabriella, sorry just isn't enough."
He slammed the door and she fell to her knees, sobbing. The gray sky began to drizzle, but she couldn't feel the cold breeze the sting her skin. She felt numb. And suddenly, she was in the small glass room miles away watching herself on his porch sobbing, and even as she saw herself crying and her heart breaking, somehow she couldn't seem to bring herself to feel sorry.