Chapter 1:

Belle Thenardier waited outside of the train station for her father and the new exchange student from France that they were hosting for the year. Her father was French, so he had agreed to host the student so he would feel at home. That morning, her father had hopped onto a train to Kirksville to pick him up from the airport.

The little town of Marceline, Missouri was too small for an airport of their own, so anyone who wanted to fly had to go to Kirksville. "Belle!" Belle turned to see her smiling father and a tall boy behind him. "Papa! How was your trip?"

"Good. Well, this is Adam. He'll be staying in the guest room for this next year. Adam, this is my daughter Belle. You'll both be in your senior year, so Belle can show you around Disney High. Well, Adam, I'll just get your bags in the trunk and pull the car around. Try to get to know each other. After all, you will be living together." And with that, the short man waddled off with several bags.

After a short bout of awkward silence between the two teenagers, Belle broke through the quiet. Sticking out her hand to Adam, she said, "Um, so, hi. My name is Belle, as my dad just said." Adam just looked at her hand like it carried an infectious disease. She lowered her hand. "So, you're from France, huh? Is it exciting living there?"

More silence. "Are you even going to talk to me?" He shook his head. She sighed. 'This is going to be a long year.' She thought.

...

"MOM! Why didn't you wake me up!" Mulan shouted. Rushing to get dressed, she almost ran over her older brother. "Woah, woah. Where's the fire?" He asked, smoothing down his spiky flame red mohawk. "What do you mean, Mushu? I'm going to be late!"

Stepping around her older brother, she ran to the bathroom. "Mulan, you know that it's only 6 o'clock in the morning." The small asian stuck her head out of the bathroom door. "What?" She asked her brother. "It's 6 o' clock in the morning. Same time you've been waking up all summer."

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" She threw her towel a her laughing brother. "YOU'RE SUCH A JERK!" Still laughing, Mushu made his way down to cook breakfast for the rest of his family.

...

Rapunzel kept looking at her schedule and the large building in front of her. 'Maybe I should have rethought this whole school thing.' Rapunzel Gothel was an odd girl. She had long blonde hair that she'd never cut, her best friend was her pet chameleon, and she had been homeschooled by her mother her entire life. Convincing her over-protective mother had been quite the task, but she had eventually broken her down.

But now as she looked at the daunting building in front of her, she was doubting her decision. "Hey! Blondie!" Rapunzel turned around to see a redhead with wild curls and bright blue eyes walking towards her. "Um, hi?" The blonde asked. "Hey, my name is Merida DunBrock, I'm a student ambassador. Are you Rapunzel Gothel?"

"Yeah. I'm just a little lost. This whole 'school' thing is new to me."

"Homeschooled?"

"Yeah." The fiery redhead patted Rapunzel on her back. "Don't worry. Almost everyone in Marceline has been homeschooled at one point. And we get loads of new students each year, even new teachers, so you won't be the only lost person. So, let's take a look at that schedule, shall we?"

Rapunzel handed Merida her schedule and waited patiently as she analyzed it. "Well, it looks like you have first period with the new politics teacher, Mr. Frollo. So that'll be right down the hall and it should be the second classroom on the left. Do you think you can manage o get there on your own?"

The timid blonde merely nodded her head. "Alrighty then! I'll pick you up at the end of first period to show you to your next class. Your locker will be assigned during homeroom, which will be in Mr. Frollo's room. Good luck!" And with that, Merida turned on her heel and left the clueless Rapunzel to her own defenses.

"What on earth did I get myself into?"

...

Quasimodo kept his head down while walking through the hallways. Well...he kept his head down even more than usual. "Maybe I should have just listened to Uncle Claude. I mean, I really don't need to go to school, do I?"

He, just like Rapunzel, had been a victim of an overprotective guardian. Only the reason why his uncle did it was because Quasi was deformed. Not awfully deformed, like a hunchback, but his face and body had been terribly scarred during the fire that had killed his parents, and one of his legs had been horribly twisted, causing him to limp. But this didn't stop his uncle from telling him how ugly he supposedly was.

Quasi had wanted to get out of his uncle's home his entire life, the only time he was allowed outside was when he went and rang the bells at the church. But, Uncle Claude had realized that if he was to convince his nephew that the world was out to get him, he would have to show him how ugly it was. And what better way to do that than through high school?

So now here was Quasi, walking down the halls of Disney High. Uncle Claude had gotten a job at the school, teaching as a politics teacher. "Hi!" Quasi nearly jumped put of his own skin when he heard the shrill and feminine voice. "Woah! Calm down there, didn't mean to frighten the daylights out of you."

Quasi finally stopped panicking long enough to look up at the source of the voice that was addressing him. His heart skipped a beat. Smiling down at him was possibly an angel. She had olive skin, bright green eyes, wild raven curls, and the sweetest smile on earth. "Hi. I'm Esmerelda Fantôm, a student ambassador. You're Quasimodo Frollo, right? Mr. Frollo's nephew?" Quasi numbly nodded his head.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. Your locker will be assigned in your home room, so if you could just hand me your schedule, I'll be able to direct you there." Trembling slightly, he handed her his schedule. "Okay, looks like you have first period with Mr. Thatch with me. So come one, I'll show you the way." Quasi followed her while she babbled on about how boring she thought geography was. But Quasi couldn't hear a word she said. All he could hear was the ringing of marriage bells in his head.

...

"Get a room you two!" Aladdin called out to his brother and his girlfriend. The two of them stopped sucking face long enough to say simultaneously, "No." They then went back to smooching up a storm. Aladdin rolled his eyes at Mozenrath and his girlfriend Evangeline.

"You know, they've been a real buzzkill lately." His friend Flynn Rider, a.k.a. Eugene Fitzherbert told him. "I agree with Flynn." Sadira said, plopping down into the seat next to Aladdin. To the school, they were known as the Three Thieves. They had been friends since preschool. And nothing had changed since. Except for the fact that Sadira had gotten over her crush on Aladdin she had had simce the fifth grade. She was now dating Jim Hawkins, another school delinquent.

"Quiet class. Quiet down." Mrs. Thatch, the foreign languages teacher, told the rowdy teenagers.

"Welcome back to school. I hope you all had a wonderful summer. Me and Mr. Thatch certainly did." The tall teacher said, a slight blush appearing on her tan face. "Ooh." The teenagers called out. "Kay, so this quarter, we'll be focusing on French, Spanish, German, and Russian. Let's start by assigning our groups. But don't think I'll be letting you be with your friends."

Everyone let out a groan. "Ah ah ah! Don't complain. Besides, this will be good for you to learn how to work with people you don't normally associate with." The teacher was going to say more, but she was interrupted by the opening of the door.

"Excuse me. Sorry Mrs. Thatch, but I'm just here dropping off a new student."

"That's fine Alice." Mrs. Thatcher told the blonde. "Perhaps you would like to introduce yourself Miss...?"

"Balabar. Jasmine Balabar." Aladdin straightened up in his seat. "Wow." Was all he could manage to say. Jasmine was tall, dark skinned, had black glossy hair that went down to the middle of her thighs, had large, almond shaped,cinnamon colored eyes. In a word, she was gorgeous.

Flynn elbowed his starstruck friend. "Looks like someone has the hots for the new princess."

"Shut up." He told his friend. Flynn chuckled to himself. Jasmine made eye contact with Aladdin. And there he saw it. The same spark that he had seen when Sadira had met Jim.

He wrote something down on a piece of paper and passed it to Sadira.

Confused, she opened it and read it silently and smiled. 'We're going to get Aladdin together with the new girl.'