“TIAAAAAAAAA! I AM SOOOO EXITED!” yelled Tiana’s friend charlotte as she tackle glomped and nearly knocked her over. “We’re going to have sosoSO much FUN!!! And look at all the cute boys! BEST. SCHOOL. EVER!”
“I’m real happy your daddy was able to pay for your tuition Lottie- it wouldn’t be the same without you. But could you please LET GO?”
“Oops! Sorry, I’m just SUPER exited! Well, I’m gonna have to miss this lil’ ol’ assembly- we gotta get all my stuff to my dorm! See ya later!”
“Yeah, se ya later I guess,” Tiana said as Lottie ran off to yell at the guys who were moving her rosa, -de-rosa vanity. She found the nearest seat, nervous about the whole situation. What if she was the only not rich kid there? What if all of the other girls were brats? At least she had charlotte to keep her company . . .
Tiana wasn’t the only one worried. In the corner of the auditorium stood a blue clad redhead on her cell phone, whispering hurriedly. “Yes daddy, I’ll be good. No, I won’t eat fish! What do you think I am, some sort of cannibal? Sure, I’ll miss you too. Say hello to the girls for me, okay? Alana said what now? Me, fall in amor with a human?! Yeah right. Talk to you later- bye!” She hit the end call button and sighed. When would he stop treating her like a child? She was glad he had let her come here- even if it was for all the wrong reasons.
Her father, King Triton, had agreed to make her human and let her go to this human school so that she would learn how terrible they really are. Too bad all she had seen so far was wonderful things. Elevators, cars, TVs! How could humans possible be bad? There was only one thing that could ruin this experience- the fact that she was really a mermaid. If anyone found that out, she would be called a freak! She just wouldn’t tell anybody. What could go wrong?
“Attention students! Please, take a seat!” said woman from the stage, dressed in all black. Ariel quickly took the nearest seat, seguinte to a brunette girl with a low ponytail and a book on her lap.
“Hi!” she whispered.
“Shhhh,” said the girl. “The headmistress is about to speak,” Then, as sort of a side note, she added, “I’m Belle por the way,”
“I’m Ariel. Nice to meet you.” she responded. Then she shut up, because the assembly was about to begin.
“Good morning to all of you new students! We hope you all have an acceptable ano here at W.E.D. Academy. I am your headmistress, Mallory F. Eecent, but you are to address me as Headmistress or Headmistress Mal. We’re about to give out room assignments for those who haven’t requested them early, but before I do, just let me say that I expect big things from this class. Do not disappoint,” Headmistress Mal’s voice was sickeningly sweet and absolutely fake- everyone in the room knew that she hadn’t meant one word she said. “Now, Mr. Ratcliffe, if you would please read out room assignments,” she said. A rather large man wearing a purple suit and pigtails stepped forward, followed por a scrawny man with a ponytail and a yellow suit.
“First, we’ll call the girls. If I say your name, you will be dorming in the Rose Room. Belle, Tiana, Cinderella, Snow White, Ariel, Aurora, Jasmine, Mulan, and Pocahontas, please denunciar to the exit doors behind me- Miss Tremain will escort you to your room.”
The nine girls grabbed their things and shuffled to the azedar, azedo looking aristocratic old woman por the exit door. “Follow me, and make sure to keep up,” she snapped. Then she opened the doors and started off, the girls following suit.
She looked upon them with disdain- did none of the teachers want to be here at all wondered jasmim as she walked down the hall? She surveyed her roommates, seeing if she could sum them up with a glance. She saw a girl with short, black hair and another with flowing golden hair staying extremely close to each other, holding animal cages. The black haired girl had a bird, and the blonde had- a squirrel? Okay then. They must be a couple of sweethearts, she thought. Then, to her left, she noticed an Asian girl avoiding eye contact with everyone and muttering to herself- jasmim quickly surmised that this was her first time away from início and she was a bit insecure. Nearby walked a black girl looking around at everything, avoiding eye contact and whistling. jasmim could tell por her two slightly beat up suitcases that she must feel awkward in the situation- everyone else seemed perfectly fine with the chandeliers and paintings of the teachers on the walls, and the poor girl probably wasn’t used to all of those nice things.
Suddenly she heard someone chatting; she looked over to see two girls, a redhead dressed in blue and a brunette in all yellow, discussing what seemed like mythology. The brunette held the school code of conduct in one hand- ah, thought Jasmine, a goody two shoes. The redhead was extremely excited and bursting with charisma, and jasmim thought she might be a cool person to hang out with. Staying near Miss Tremein was a sweet dirty blonde pulling at her saia nervously and looking up at their guide. Something was bothering her, but what, jasmim couldn’t guess. Then, she turned to the last member of the group- a tall Native American girl with flowing black hair, oozing confidence. jasmim wasn’t sure what it was about her that made her seem so cool and collected, but she somehow was.
She couldn’t wait to get to their room and see if she was right. After years caged in the great Palace of Agrabah, jasmim had learned how important a simple gesture could really be. She couldn’t really talk to servants- it felt too weird, because they knew her world and she didn’t know theirs at all. But she could tell por their gestures how they felt, and would sort of interact with them with her own body language- a small wink, a quick smile. mais recently though, jasmim had been looking out her balcony, seeing what the lines of suitors that came to call were really like when they weren’t trying to impress her. Most of their servants were stiff and informal, and the princes treated them like dirt. They often lifted their noses at Agrabah’s poor, sick, and hungry. jasmim couldn’t understand how her father could ever want her to marry someone like that. She was lucky she had been allowed to come to W.E.D. High, although her father had demanded his Vizier Jafar take a job as a teacher of Government and Economics at the school and so he could watch over her.
jasmim was startled out of her musings when she heard a bored voice. “Here you go girls, the Rose Room. The entire East Wing is girls’ dorms, and the entire West Wing is for the boys. The rule list is on topo, início on the bookshelf. I hope you find the accommodations to your liking,” she said, giving the dirty blonde with the saia a strange look. Then she walked off.
The redhead and brunette went in first, and then the Native American girl. Then jasmim walked in, looking at the floor. The anticipation was killing her, but she wanted this moment to be special- her first moment of real freedom. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she looked up and gasped.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Image credit for modern Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora, Belle, and jasmim goes to wolfypuppy on deviantart. Image credit for modern Ariel goes to vegasprincess on deviantart. Image credit to modern Pocahontas goes to tuneting on deviantart. Image credit to mulan goes to Nyxity on deviantart. Image credit to modern Tiana goes to Giocondablu on deviantart.
