New Series, Everyone! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Skin White as Snow
As the school bell rang, teenage girls ran to and fro to get to their classes. They were all distinctly pretty, with innocent faces, delicate limbs, and the perfect hourglass figures. These features showed through despite their school uniforms, which consisted of a white dress-shirt, a golden sweater-vest with the school crest sewn into the left breast-pocket, which was three intertwining black circles resembling the head of a mouse with a cursive 'D' in the center, a red ribbon bow-tie to keep the dress-shirt collars straight, a matching gold skirt, white stockings, and shiny black slippers. In a classroom labeled 1930, the chairs were empty except for one girl, who had short ebony-black hair, red lips, and pale skin.
"Miss Snow!" snapped a looming figure with raven hair trailing down behind her back. She had long white nails and wore a black business jacket with a dark purple top underneath and a matching skirt over black nylons with pointy shoes.
The girl with the pale skin flinched for a moment, and then she said timidly, "Y-Yes?"
"Do you know why you've been assigned to this particular room?"
"N-No, I…I actually don't know."
"In order to make your education worthwhile at this new school, you need to solely concentrate on your studies and not get side-tracked! So I've asked the principal to assign a special room for you so you can be taught by me personally."
"But stepmother-
"Don't you dare use that name in front of me, Miss Snow! From now on you will address me as Ms. White. Is that clear?"
"Yes, step-I mean, Ms. White."
The looming woman, Ms. White, smiled deviously and began her lesson plan. Outside, there were groups of boys passing by the window in the classroom door wearing the same dress-shirts and vest-sweaters, but with golden pants and clogs instead. Most of them just went on their merry way. However, one of them, a young man with delicate features and short brunette chair, purposefully stopped at the window, admiring Snow for a few minutes before Ms. White caught him starring. As she came towards the door, he quickly ducked out of sight, and was gone.
"What happened?" asked Snow.
Ms. White instantly glared at Snow, but then she sighed. "Oh, nothing. Just some silly boy was peaking in through the door window."
"I didn't know there were boys at this school. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I felt like it wasn't necessary. After all, they have proven to be obnoxious distractions, which forced Principal Disney to put them on different schedules in order to separate them, the Prince Program, from us, the Princess Program."
"But I don't see the point in doing that, Ms. White. Won't that make them more curious to…see us in person?"
"What utter nonsense! If you're not going to concentrate on your lessons, I'm going to have to assign you more homework!"
"Sorry, Ms. White."
After class, Snow was allowed to leave for a lunch break, but she had to be back in thirty minutes, otherwise Ms. White was going to give her detention. The other girls looked at her queerly. Snow ignored their looks and sulked to the lunch-room, which was full of towering arches, golden pillars, and packed with teenage boys and girls talking amongst themselves. She got in line and looked at a menu above an eccentric middle-aged chef with a French accent who took the orders students gave him with a passionate smile.
"Hey! You're that Classroom Ghost everyone's talking about!" said a voice behind Snow.
Snow turned around and saw a girl with long red hair down to her hips and blue eyes that seemed to shimmer like the sea.
"Excuse me?" Snow asked.
"There was no announcement made of a new student, and since no one's taught in classroom 1930 for years, rumor got around that there was a ghost in there, and I can sort of see why judging by the paleness of your skin."
Snow was taken aback. "W-Who started this rumor?"
"It was Prince. He's the guy over on that table." The red-haired girl pointed to an oak-wood table in the far back, which was occupied by the same boy Snow saw in her classroom window earlier.
"I guess I'm not making a good impression at this school, am I?" Snow felt her cheeks turn red from embarrassment.
"Are you kidding? Everyone wants to know you because of it, and seeing that you're not really a ghost, we can prove them wrong!"
The red-haired girl grabbed Snow out of the line, and they walked to the front of the table where the chef stood, showing a magnificent view of the lunch-room in its entirety. Snow tried to hide behind the red-haired girl, but she held her in place. Next, she cleared her throat, and released a beautiful tune that caught everyone's attention.
"I wish to make an announcement!" shouted the red-haired girl. "It turns out that the Classroom Ghost is a fictitious lie. She's not a supernatural phenomenon, but a real person, and here she is!"
She then squeezed Snow's shoulders to prove she was solid, causing everyone looked at her. Then one boy with short black hair and rolled up sleeves revealing well-toned muscles stood up and asked, "Well if she's not a ghost, then what's her name?"
"I'm glad you asked, Eric!" the red-haired girl smiled, and looked at Snow. "So, tell us your name, sweetheart."
With everyone's eyes on her, Snow stuttered, "S-Snow…W-White."
"Snow White, everybody – wait, what?" the red-haired girl was surprised. "Are you related to that new teacher Ms. White, the one with the black hair and pointy shoes?"
"S-She's my stepmother."
"Well, glad I'm not the only one with a stepmom in this school."
Both Snow and the red-haired girl turned to see a petite girl wearing dirty rags with short blond hair tied back by a white handkerchief, and her blue eyes glared at them as she moved her mop towards them.
"Now are you two going to stand in line for food, or do I have to make you move? This floor's not going to get cleaned up on its own!" the girl in the rags snapped.
"Okay, Cindy! Take it easy!" said the red-haired girl as she went to the back of the line, followed by Snow.
"Why did you have to make me say my name to the whole cafeteria? It was embarrassing!" Snow whispered angrily.
"Relax, Snow, would you rather have people think you were a ghost?" asked the red-haired girl.
"Not really, but-
"Then what are you complaining about? But if you really felt uncomfortable about it, I apologize. So I'll make it up to you by being your friend!" The red-haired girl then extended her hand out to Snow. "The name's Ariel, Ariel King."
"No way!" Snow exclaimed. "You're the daughter of Triton King, the multi-millionaire who owns dozens of seaside resorts worldwide?!"
"Yep, that's him," Ariel sighed. "Well, anyway, what brings you to Disney Academy?"
After they both got lunch, Ariel and Snow sat down together at a table next to a pillar, where a boy wearing a white shirt, a red scarf, and gray earrings saved seats for them. Ariel introduced him as Scuttle, a friend from the same town she grew up in, and he went on to tell Snow all about Disney Academy and its many secrets. Snow listened with attentive ears, and gradually calmed down about the incident that occurred a few minutes before, but she was still angry at Prince for spreading that stupid rumor about her after seeing her only once through the window. When she looked at the clock, she realized her thirty minutes were almost up, so she had to abruptly leave Ariel and Scuttle, taking the slice of gooseberry pie that was left on her nearly-finished bowl of French onion soup.
"You're three minutes late!" said Ms. White after Snow entered the room.
"I'm sorry, Ms. White," Snow apologized. "It won't happen again."
The next day, which was Tuesday, Snow received an apologetic note from Prince in her locker, but she ignored it. But as the week progressed, more notes piled up, so decided to confront him in person on Friday. At lunch, she sat down with Ariel and Scuttle as usual, and told them of her plan.
"I say go for it!" Ariel said.
"Yeah, I'll go get'm for ya!" Scuttle announced as he stood up and walked over to Prince's table. Prince willingly followed Scuttle back, and was sitting next to Snow. His face was more handsome up close. This made Scuttle wink at Ariel, who did the same. "Alright, we'll leave you two alone for a while!"
Snow attempted to protest, but Scuttle and Ariel were already moving their trays down to the further end of the table, where there was a girl with brunette hair tied in a ponytail reading a book and a tall girl who looked Native American. So she was left with Prince, who she couldn't look at in the face without feeling warm. Prince noticed this, and looked away.
"I…wanted to talk to you about…the rumor you spread, about me," Snow said slowly. "Why did you do that?"
"To tell you the truth…" Prince began. "…I wasn't the one who spread that rumor."
Snow's eyes widened.
"After I saw you in the window, I told some friends about it. Then one of them, Gaston, made an assumption that you were a ghost, based on the descriptions I gave. The others agreed with him, and they in turn told their friends, then…well, you saw the result."
"So it was a misunderstanding." Snow then sighed with relief. "Well, thanks for being honest with me."
"No problem," Prince replied, looking at her directly.
This made Snow blush, and in an instant, she was out of the lunch-room, carrying a red apple in her left hand. Once she was on the floor where her classroom was, she stopped and panted hard. She had never done that much running before. But when she approached her classroom, she noticed there was an unnatural green light coming from it that seemed to cast flame-like shadows on the door, which was partially open. When she got close, she heard Ms. White's voice.
"Magic mirror on the wall, tell me, who is the fairest one of all?" Ms. White asked to someone, or something, in the room.
"Though thou art fair, Queenie, Snow is still fairer than thee," replied a deep unearthly voice.
As Ms. White, or Queenie, which was her first name, cursed under her breath, Snow stepped through the door and saw her stepmother looking into a large mirror that was placed behind the blackboard with a ghostly face inside of it that was surrounded by green flames. After a brief sigh, Ms. White walked over to the side and pulled a rope, lowering the blackboard from above over the mirror, which hid it from view entirely. Then she turned around, and saw Snow standing by the door.
"You did not hear anything, did you?" Ms. White questioned with a threatening tone.
"N-No, Ms. White," Snow lied.
"Good. Now we shall resume our lessons…"
On Saturday, Snow was invited to Ariel's house for a weekend slumber party. But Ms. White forbade her to go, saying that she should 'concentrate' on her studies. Irritated, Snow locked herself in, and decided to clean her room. Ever since she was a little girl, she found that cleaning things actually helped her calm down when she was mad at her stepmother or her new boyfriend Hunter, who was also a colleague at the pharmaceutical company that used to belong to Snow's father, before he passed away three years ago. The doctors said he died of a heart attack, but Snow suspected it was poison, because her family-line didn't have a history of weak hearts. She was determined to find out who did it, but right now, her main priorities were her room and her studies.
After sweeping the floors, rearranging her books, and straightening out her closet, Snow sat down and tried to do her homework. But every time she attempted to do one problem, she thought about all the times Ms. White had bossed her around at previous schools, forcing her to hardly have a social life at all. But here, she found friends who seemed willing to hang out with her, and yet her stepmother kept her from hanging out with them. In frustration, she tore up her lesson papers and threw them in the trash-bin next to her bed, which had a red comforter. Then she quietly opened the door, made sure there was nobody in the hallway, and crept to Hunter's room. She found him inside, sitting at his desk with a ponderous expression. He had a mop of brunette hair, a bushy moustache, and wore a plain brown and yellow business suit.
"Snow!" Hunter exclaimed when he saw her. He looked upset. "What are you doing here?"
"I need your help," Snow said reluctantly. "I want to go to a slumber party a friend of mine at school's having, but Queenie won't let me."
"Well, she is your stepmother, and you should do what she says," Hunter said, looking down.
"I don't care! She's been teaching me all by herself on every subject, not letting me go to other classes, and she won't even let me interact with other students except at lunch! I'm sick and tired of her bossing me around like I'm some stupid bird in a cage!"
"Okay, okay, I'll take you to the slumber party, but don't tell her that I helped you." Hunter then stood up, put on a light jacket, and picked up his car keys. "Do you have the friend's address?"
"Right here!" Snow said, showing Hunter a text on her iPhone with the Apple logo on the cover.
So they snuck out of the house while Queenie was doing her daily workout in her room, and headed for the main highway. While Snow relayed the directions to Hunter, he seemed distressed, and took a number of wrong turns. This frustrated Snow, but she didn't say anything about it. But when he took a road that led them into a deep forest outside of town, Snow was fed up.
"Okay, Hunter, what's the big idea? This is clearly the wrong way!" She said when he abruptly pulled off to the side.
Then to her surprise, he opened the glove compartment with rapid speed and pointed a handgun to her head.
"Get out of the car," he said sternly.
In bewildered confusion, she did what he asked her to do. He gestured her to turn away from him, and told her to walk. Snow was now afraid, and had a bad feeling for what lay in store for her, but she said nothing, and obediently walked into the forest, with Hunter close behind. The sun was going down, and the shadows cast among the trees grew longer, making them look scarier. When they got far enough to where the road couldn't be seen, Hunter told her to stop. At that moment, Snow heard the click of the trigger guard being pulled back. It was then that she knew she was done for.
"Why do you want to kill me, Hunter? What have I ever done to you?" Snow asked, though she felt her throat tighten.
"It has nothing to do with me," Hunter said shakily. "I don't bear a grudge against you, but she does."
"Who? Queenie?" Snow didn't want it be true.
"Yes. She sent me to kill you because…she's an insanely vain woman, and is extremely jealous of your beauty!"
"But I don't consider myself to be pretty! I have pale skin, and my hair is too short."
"That's not what her mirror says!"
"What mirror?" Then Snow remembered the one she saw Queenie talking to in the classroom a few days before, and knew exactly what Hunter was talking about.
"She keeps it with her at all times…it's a magic mirror, and is capable of answering any question a person asks. When no one's looking, she uses it to confirm how pretty she is, but ever since you came into her life, the mirror has been saying that you're prettier than her! Yesterday, she told me this, and ordered me to kill you! At first I refused, because I sincerely care about you, even though you didn't seem to care for me, but then she threatened to kill me instead! So, here we are."
Snow didn't know what to say. She knew her stepmother was mean, but she had no idea she was this crazy. The tears fell down her eyes before she realized they were there, but she didn't dare to move her arms. A few minutes passed, but the trigger was never pulled. Then she heard Hunter throw the gun off somewhere to her right, and his footsteps. When she turned around, she saw him running back to the car. Upset and confused, Snow tried to follow him, but by the time she reached the road, Hunter was already driving the car away.
"What the hell?!" Snow cried, though she knew he couldn't hear her. "First you wanted to kill me because my psycho stepmom was jealous, then you spare my life and leave me out in the middle of nowhere? How am I supposed to get back to town you-you jerk?!"
End of Chapter 1
Sorry this chapter was incredibly long! Hopefully, the ones after this will be shorter.