2 - Miss Evans

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Sharpay was admiring her reflection from head to foot in her locker-long mirror. A narcissist as she was, she still liked to keep her books in perfectly pristine condition. She dazzled and doodled on every book, from English to Physical Education. (Why the students were given a book for this to this day puzzles her.) Right now, she was on her morning break and her prim and proper English assistant was late in getting her her morning cup of tea. Why? She sighed as applied the twenty fifth layer of candy pink lip gloss to her already over glossy lips.

Right here, ooh, right now.

Yeah I'm looking at you and my heart loves -

CRAP!!! The auditions were today and she totally forgot to bust Gabriella's cute little ass (cue sarcastic but equally devilish grin). Pronto, in eight inch stilhetto heels, she dragged her feet through the halls until she saw a green, decaying door. Right.

"Save the cute talk, Montez, because this is MY club and you're not getting your un-glamorous, untalented, sugary persona in here on my watch."

"Mm-hmm. You're not wanted in Science, anyways." With much regret - and red cheeks, she burst through the hall once again.

Hasta la vista, idiots.

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