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govcampbell) wrote2007-09-03 03:10 pm
govcampbell) wrote2007-09-03 03:10 pmWriting Challange Part II
Hi! For those of you doing the Mood Writing Challange, go ahead and post your responses here whenever you finish up!
govcampbell) wrote2007-09-03 03:10 pm
True Friends
Mood: "Fussy"
Words: 379
**warning: This is a “deleted” scene from Disney’s High School Musical, so it won’t make too much sense if you’ve never seen the movie.
“The rest?” Troy asked, beginning to get suspicious.
His three friends had the good grace to look embarrassed. “You really want to eat one of those cookies,” Chad said, “for my sake.”
He slowly opened the ziplock bag and pulled out a cookie. “OK, tell me.”
Chad took a deep breath. “We…we set you up.” He looked at Troy to gage his reaction before continuing. “Yesterday, at lunch…we had a webcam. That chemistry chick set it all up, so that Gabriella would hear everything you said, about the singing being unimportant, about her not mattering.” Chad looked away. “It’s our fault.”
Troy’s brain started whirling, trying to process the information. Searching for something to do with his hands, he lifted the cookie automatically to his mouth. After taking a bite, he chewed thoughtfully. Just what exactly did I say, so I know how to fix it? He needed to think more, but he couldn’t do it with Chad and the others staring at him like that. Yes, his friends had intentionally disturbed his relationship with Gabriella, but they hadn’t really understood it, or him, really. And now they were showing remorse and even better, offering their support.
Of course, he wasn’t going to let them off the hook that easily. “I guess it’s true what they say then. True friends don’t stab you in the back. True friends stab you in the front.” He delivered his speech in a fussy manner, pretending to be more upset than he was. What he really wanted to do was laugh (particularly at the stricken look on Chad’s face), and then head off to find Gabriella.
Well, why not? He asked himself. It’s not as if I don’t know where to find them later to make sure they know they’re forgiven.
Troy stood, and the look on Chad’s face changed to worry. “Troy…where are you going?”
He brushed past the others. “I’m going to try to find Gabriella, and see if I can’t fix this mess you got me into.” Troy couldn’t resist a final parting shot, one that would confuse them now, but might, upon further reflection, reveal that he wasn’t all that upset.
“By the way, Zeke, those are some good cookies,” he said, and with that, disappeared down the stairs.
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