SHARPAY EVANS HAD ALWAYS HAD AN INTENSE HUNGERING FOR ATTENTION as a child she would scream for hours on end if she wasn't the focus of attention for more that 5 minutes. And she grew older many thought the obsession dwindled when in fact Sharpay had learnt that it wasn't socially acceptable to scream and shout when you wanted attention there was many other ways to do so.

Prehaps if one was to really prod into the blonde's mind they would find that her true desire was to find a person who's single focus was on her. So you would imagine her delight upon finding a soulmate mark on her right breast one morning in the shape of a wolf.

However many years past, Sharpay was about to start high school and her soulmate had not appeared. Entering High school she convinced herself that Troy Bolton was a her soulmate and much to his discomfort tried her very hardest to stick close to him. Till the arrival of Gabriella Monet.

Seemingly having a change of heart, Sharpay decided she would be a good person and try and dial down her egotistical personality, well that lasted until she finished college. After finding her degree in preforming arts useless she returns to her old habits becoming even crueler than she was before. Her hunger for attention festering inside of her.

Which lead us to this moment. Sharpay walked into her penthouse in New York after seemingly buying all of Tiffany's. She let out a small gasp upon seeing her fathers and mother laying on the couch watching her unimpressed.

She quickly muttered a small spell under her breath and watched as the bags floated to up the stairs to her closet. She smiled fakely, her pearly whites on full frontal display "Daddy! Mother. What are you doing here?"

Her parents shared a look. "Sit down pumpkin we got a lot to talk about."

That was how Sharpay Evans was driving into Mystic Falls in her pink mustang. On the way to her supposed Uncle Zach's place, with a scowl on her lips. Unprepared for what was about to come.