DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN DISNEY OR ITS CHARACTERS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. So, I've never written a Fanfiction before, let alone posted one, so please go easy on me. The idea for this Fanfiction came to me from a series of pictures from deviant art. A user by the name of Hyung86 posted a series of fan art of his/her take on what Disney characters would look like as modern day college students. It really gave me some inspiration to write this Fanfiction. There are 3 OC's, Ari, Ali, and Grace and a few more side OC's may appear. My main OC is Ari. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you have any suggestions let me know in the comment! Please go easy on me in the reviews!

italics are someones thoughts

"This is speaking."

Enjoy!

Hercules' P.O.V

Hercules gazed up at the intimidating boarding school before him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

"Okay Herc, you can do this." He whispered to himself.

He adjusted his bag, straightened out his shirt, and checked for any mud on his baggy jeans. He took another deep breath, and forced himself to relax. It's gonna be fine, he thought to himself. Soon, Hercules began making his way to his new school, Walt Disney's School for the Exceptionally Talented.

Ari's P.O.V

I was lying down; my body stretched across one the bleachers, staring out across the empty football field. I took in a deep breath, inhaling the crisp autumn air. The soothing sun was omitting a lovely warmth across my stomach. I felt the wind pick up, blowing my long, red hair off my face. I heard a high-pitched whine coming from behind me. I turned my head and watched as my best friend Grace, trying desperately to keep her essay papers from flying away. We always came to the football field to watch the boys practice, well...I watch them practice, Grace does homework. I placed my arms behind my head, and was grateful I had worn a long sleeve crop top, instead of a sleeveless. I gave my outfit a look over for the millionth time today, and I was happy with what I saw. I was wearing my snug fitted,long sleeved, black and white striped crop top, with my high waisted black jeans. My black combat boots peeked up at me.

Soon enough, the football players began jogging their way across the field. I smiled, slowly letting my eyes rake over each player. I saw Coach Phil blow his whistle, as his short, tubby, little body ran across the grass.

"Alright ladies! Let's run some plays!" he screamed.

I laughed as I watched Adam raise his hand. Adam was a senior, and he was as sweet as can be. However, the minute he stepped on the field, he turned into a beast. So, people started calling him beast, and the name stuck. Hardly anyone remembers his real name though, but he doesn't mind.

"Coach, am I on offense or defense?" Adam yelled.

"What do you think Beast?!" Coach Phil screamed.

"Defense?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes! Now get moving!" Coach Phil screeched, his patience wearing thin.

I watched as they all scattered across the field, like ants in a frenzy. I closed my eyes, letting the sun hit the backs of my eyelids.

"How many times do think Coach Phil has considered just punching all these boys in their heads?" I asked Grace, laughing.

"Probably a hundred." She said, "How many times do you think he's regretted taking this job?"

"Probably three hundred." I cackled.

I could feel a really nice cat nap coming on. Yes...that would be nice I thought to myself. Just as I was about to slip under, I heard tons of yelling, and not the usual yelling from Coach Phil either. I sat upright and looked towards the field. A streak of bright orange hair caught my eyes, as it flew around the field. There was a young, thin boy, stumbling across the yard lines, looking very lost.

"What are you doing kid?!" Phil screamed, "Get off the field!"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" the poor kid said as ran into every person on the field.

"Oh boy..." I muttered.

I swung my legs over the bleacher I had been occupying for the past 20 minutes and stood up. I stretched my arms up above my head, and heard my joints pop. I turned around and gave a swift kick to body behind me.

"OW!" Grace wailed, "Whaaaat?"

I nodded to the field, "We got a new kid."

Grace stood, gazing over my shoulder, and laughed. We both watched as the poor boy fell over his own feet. His face slammed into the bench.

"Ouch!" Grace and I moaned.

It was time to go help this kid out. I bounded down the bleachers towards the gangly teenager, currently pulling himself off the ground. I stopped mid-step and turned my head.

"Grace!" I shouted, "you coming or nah?"

"I'll be there in a minute!" she called back, moving as slow as an elderly woman, trying to gather her things.

I chuckled under my breath and continued my trip down the bleachers at lightning speed. When I reached the fence I quickly jumped over and landed on the grass. I made my way toward Coach Phil and the rest of the team. I began maneuvering my way through the crowd of masculinity and sweat. I was within arms reach of the new kid, when a pair of large, tan arms grabbed me by my waist and spun me around. I was ready to kick somebody's ass for touching me, but my anger subsided as long, brown dreadlocks invaded my vision.

"Tarzan I swear on your skateboard, if you don't put me down right now! I will personally kick your pretty little ass!" I said haughtily.

Tarzan was one of the fastest guys on our football team, he's also on the cross country, lacrosse, and basketball team. I have no idea how he manages it all but he does and he's amazing. He has been my friend since freshman year, and he's always had my back. His girlfriend Jane gets a bit touchy about how close we are but she usually doesn't say anything. Tarzan laughed at my threats and set me on the ground. I huffed, wondering how I was going to get that nasty sweat stench off my clothes.

"Did you see that crazy ginger running across the field?!" Tarzan asked me, his arms still around my waist.

"Yeah, I think he's new. I WAS going to go help him but some barbarian grabbed me!" I said, shooting him a fake glare.

He laughed, towering over my 5'5 stature with his 6'0 tall build. "Oh come on, since when do you take interest in new students?"

"Since he not only embarrassed himself in front of everyone but is also getting publicly humiliated by Coach Phil." I said, dropping my head to one side, "I feel bad for him."

Tarzan leaned his head back, "Hmm...I guess that's a good enough reason."

I laughed, "It better be, now if you'll excuse me, I need to walk away from you before Jane sees the two of us talking to closely and explodes."

"You're right," he said, looking around for Jane. "Go on!"

I chuckled, pulling myself out of his arms. I jogged past the other boys, ignoring the whistles, and went straight to Coach Phil, hoping to rescue the new kid. The kid was tall and lanky, with bright orange, curly hair. He had his head down, apologizing repeatedly.

"What was that kid?!" Coach Phil screamed, his tiny body jumped up and grabbed the poor boy by his shirt. "Are you trying to screw up my plays?!"

"N-no s-sir!" he sputtered. "I-I'm sorry I'm n-new and I-I-I.."

I put my hand on Coach Phil's shoulder, "I'll take him off your hands coach."

"Thank the God's!" Coach Phil exasperated. "Get this shrimp off my field!"

I turned to the new kid, "Hi, I'm Ari. You must be new."

The kid's eyes were the size of dinner plates, "U-um I'm H-H-Hercules."

"Well Hercules," I said taking his hand, "Welcome to Walt Disney's School for the Exceptionally Talented."

Sorry this chapter was so short, I'm just testing the waters, if you think I should keep going let me know! Please review! thank you! :)