You’re caddying for me and my family, so as Sharpay drives off with Troy and my parents run off, we are left stood with bitter faces.

I turn to face you, furrowed brows. You’re left with my fathers caddy and my mothers is on the floor. As you go to reach for it with a groan, I sigh and pick it up myself. “Don’t. I’ll take it.” I mumble, rolling my eyes and slinging it over my shoulder.

“Why do they love Troy so much?” I ask bitterly, a comical frown on my face.