(Please Read!) Summary:

Alright, I know there are countless "Disney High School" fan fictions out there but I thought; "Ahh! What the heck, lets add another!" Now just to give you a heads up; I do not curse when I write, I've never written an intimate scene, and I don't plan on starting any time soon. The rating is just as a precautionary; I like to keep things as clean as possible without being too boring at the same time. As a side note; During high school, I was homeschooled. If I get any events mixed up...please take it easy on me. I'm just going by: friends, movies, and other fan fictions. M'kay, not that that's settled. Each character listed below (minus the teachers) are in there senior year. And yes, I know Professor Portor and Philoctetes aren't villains, but I didn't want ALL the teachers to be evil. As for the students; are any of you disappointed with the group line-ups? If you guys have any suggestions, please let me know, I would appreciate it greatly! I own absolutely nothing. Have a blessed day. :)

Oh! As "another" side note! With actual school and other activities, I don't get much time to write. Would you rather me update quickly and have less written, or would you rather me update every once in a while, and have each chapter the length of the first one? Thank you!

"Beep. Beep! BEEP!"

Screamed a very annoying alarm clock. Without moving anything but her arm from under the covers, she pounded the snooze button several times with her fist. It's too early! Jasmine thought, rolling over and snuggling closer to her pillow.

"Jasmine!" Called someone from downstairs, she instantly recognized the voice to be her fathers.

Still not opening her chocolate brown eyes, she moaned a soft, yet grumpy "hmm?"

And as if he could hear his daughter, he answered. "You're going to be late for school!"

"What?!" Jasmine yelped, lifting herself up so fast she fell straight out of her bed, and onto the hardwood flooring.

"THUMP!" Mr. Pruiksma heard from upstairs. The chandelier above his head shook slightly, and he chuckled. Well...that woke her up.

Jasmine rubbed her now aching backside, still lying on the floor wrapped up in the sheets that had managed to come down with her. Only her bare feet sat on the edge of her bed, until she felt something lick them. "Hahaha!...Rajah?!" She laughed, sitting up and taking the tabby cat off her mattress.

Now cradled in his owners arms, Rajah purred in delight as Jasmine tickled the crook of his neck.

"Come on. Wanna help me get ready?" She asked the striped feline, and as if Rajah understood, he gave her a soft "meow." Regaining her footing she stood up, and carried Rajah over to her vanity.

Atop the furniture, Rajah pawed at a large make-up brush used for foundation. He walked along the vanity and left tiny, powdered footprints along it's surface.

With a couple articles of clothing in hand, Jasmine came out of her closet. There were many bright sides to living in a wealthy family, and her walk-in was a wonderful example.

Seeing Rajah's trail, she smirked and put her hands on her hips. "...Not helping." She said in a fake stern voice.

"Jas!" Called a feminine voice running up the stairs. Jasmine smiled, and quickly ran over to her bedroom door to open it for, "Esme!" They both collided into a friendly hug, each asking numerous questions about how there summer was.

Esmeralda had dazzling emerald eyes, and the same dark skin tone and hair color as Jasmine. Esme, as she liked to be called, had curlier hair than Jasmine though.

"Oh my gosh!" Esmeralda said pulling apart, but still holding onto Jasmine's arms. "We're going to be late, and you're not even ready!" Esmeralda then smirked, "it's a good thing I brought reinforcement."

Before Jasmine had a chance to respond, another two girls came bounding into her room, and gave her death hugs.

One of the two had bright red hair, and crystal blue eyes. And the other had the same green eyes as Esmeralda, with blonde hair that flowed all the way past her bum. It was in it's usual braid of course.

"Ariel...Rapunzel!" Jasmine squealed, hugging her friends back with just as much force as they were giving her at the moment.

Rapunzel parted, leaving Ariel still clinging, and gave Jasmine a un-approving look. "You just got out of bed...didn't you?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. A playful smirk spread across her face though, and revealed her pretend disappointment.

"I'm a heavy sleeper, what can I say?" Jasmine answered, defending herself with a shrug, which was hard to do with Ariel still hugging her shoulders ever so tightly.

"Ariel?...I think you've managed to get your point across. Wanna let Jasmine go before she faints?" Esmeralda chuckled teasingly.

The red-head quickly shook her head, "Nu-uh!" And with that, Ariel jumped, and wrapped her legs around Jasmine's waist.

"Ahh!" Jasmine screamed, and fell to the floor, bringing Ariel down with her. Esmeralda and Rapunzel burst out laughing, Ariel was always a very high-strung type of girl, and they loved her for that...sometimes. Lucky for them, Jasmine's oval rug softened the landing. "I missed you." Ariel giggled, still holding onto Jasmine.

Jasmine tried her hardest to stifle her laughter, "I-I can tell."

"Come back here you...you little thieves!" Bellowed a fat, and nearly bald man in his mid forties. He tried running after the two teens, but was already clawing at his inhaler from lack of breath.

The boy with shaggy black hair and tan skin looked over his shoulder. "Can't...we're gonna be late for school!" He teased, skidding down the corner along with his friend.

Once at a fair enough distance, the two stopped to catch their breath. Gasping, the boy with brown hair and the same brown eyes as his friend, finally spoke. "...Got him again! Huh, Al?"

Aladdin nodded, letting his hair fall into his face. "Yeah...but he saw us." Shaking his head, he continued; "No more stealing from the Marne-la-vallée."

Eugene, also known as Flynn Rider, nodded back. "True, but we've got enough snacks to last us a week!"

Aladdin chuckled; "knowing you, they'll only last us about three days. Now hurry up, and put those away before somebody gets suspicious."

Taking two hoodies out of his satchel, Flynn tossed one to Aladdin, and put the other on. With the bag now empty, he stuffed the snack-cakes and drinks inside.

As soon as the two had flipped their hoods up, three policemen stormed past them. Aladdin and Flynn quickly lowered there heads, continued walking as casual as possible, and made up some fake conversation. "They must've went down that other side-street! ...Come on!" And with that, two of the cops left. One stayed to catch his breath for a moment, and noticed Aladdin and Flynn passing his way.

"Hey!" He yelled. The two tensed up, but stopped. "Yes sir?" Aladdin managed to choke out.

The officer walked up to them with a quizzical look on his face. He took a deep breath, and put a hand near his utility belt, making the cuffs jingle. Oh shoot...busted! They thought. "Do either of you have some kind of candy on ya? You see, I've got low blood-sugar...I'll pay." He said moving his hand past the hand-cuffs, and to his wallet. Flynn smirked, and took over the situation.

"Of course!" He then shuffled through his bag, just to make it look convincing, and pulled out a candy bar. "Here ya go, officer." The man let out a sigh of relief, and traded with Flynn. "Thanks." He took a bite of the candy, and headed back to his fellow co-workers.

Aladdin looked appalled; "Eugene...are you crazy?!"

Now it was Flynn's turn to look confused; Aladdin only called him by his real name when he was angry. "It's only one candy bar, I think it'll be alright."

"Not that, you idiot!" Aladdin said, giving his friend a well-deserved slap across the back of the head. "Oww!"

"When the dude at the Marne-la-vallée gives that cop a description of us, don't you think he'll remember you?!" Aladdin hissed through his teeth. Flynn's eyes widened; he hadn't thought about that, all he saw was the money.

"Who knows, maybe he was too tired to actually notice." Was all Flynn managed to think of. Aladdin rolled his eyes, and walked ahead of Flynn, hands shoved in his pockets. "Yeah right. Let's just get to school before we get in even more trouble."

Flynn tossed a handful of chips in his mouth, and followed; smirking a bit. "Oh, ligh'en up. You're no fun!"

"Professor? Woah! ...Wh-Where do you want me to put these?" Milo asked a short, older man who was mumbling inaudible words to himself. At the moment, Milo had arrived early to help his science teacher organize the new text books that had been ordered.

Professor Portor looked up at Milo, and noticed the stack of books towering over his face as he held them in his arms. "Oh uh, over there on the...on the, umm-"

"Shelves?" Milo asked, feeling his arms start to quiver. "Yes, yes! Thank you, my mind never seems to works properly in the morning."

"Ha ha...no problem. Very understandable, Professor." Milo said, dropping the books down on a nearby table, and pushing his glasses back in place.

Footsteps could be heard tapping against the tile flooring as another figure came into the room, holding a stack of books as well. "I can't thank you enough for helping us, Milo. Without the extra hand, I don't think we would've been able to get everything in on time." The girl said in her British accent.

"My pleasure...always happy to help." He answered politely, taking the stack of books from Jane's arms. She happened to be Professor Portor's daughter, but no one could really tell just by looking at the two. She must resemble her mother. Milo thought with a smile.

"Well...looks like the two of you got everything done with time to spare! Now why don't we sit down for a bit and have some breakfast?" The Professor offered.

"That sounds absolutely wonderful, daddy." Jane answered, taking a seat beside her father.

Milo nodded, "agreed. I was in such a hurry to get down here, that I forgot to eat." He said, sitting across from Jane. "Heh...I'm surprised I didn't put my clothes on backwards." He added, gesturing words with a spoon before placing it in the bowl.

Jane giggled, and lifted a cup of tea to her lips. "You did put your clothes on backwards."

With a spoon full of oatmeal in his mouth, he gave her a puzzled look before looking down at his jacket. "Hmm?" The collar was facing backwards, and he suddenly felt the tag scratching his neck. "Oh! ...I-I guess I did." Milo stuttered taking his jacket off; leaving his Sonic the Hedgehog t-shirt on. "Ugh...th-thanks."

"Oh, no problem...I'm sure Meg would have pointed it out if I hadn't." She chuckled.

Milo laughed back, and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure she would've. Meg has always saved my butt when it comes to things like that."

"...Not to be disrespectful," Professor Portor interjected. "But why doesn't Meg, as you might say, hang out...with the other girls? I mean, she's quite an intelligent young woman, and a charming one as well."

Milo's face fell, "Well, Meg doesn't dislike the other girls...most of them anyways; she just-" he then got tangled up on the right words he should say. "...Well, I think she does it for Adam. They've been friends since elementary school; Adam told me that he's always had trouble making friends. Meg kind of...took him under her wing, per say, and me too for that matter."

"Ahh," the Professor nodded with a small smile. "I think I see now, you guys look out each other?" Milo nodded. "Yeah, sort of. Adam and I would do anything to protect Meg, and she'd do the same for us."

Jane laughed softly. "What a relief...I thought she just hated me and my friends."

Milo returned the chuckle. "No, no...she likes you and Belle. Giselle and some of the cheerleaders are a bit too peppy for her taste, but she doesn't hate them. The other girls are just snobs. And the guys, well...I think the only guys she can tolerate are me and Adam."

Jane agreed with a nod. She liked what Meg called the, 'peppy cheerleaders' as well. But she didn't care to much for the 'snobs.' They think they're better than everybody else, and their boy-friends are the same way as well. They're always picking on somebody who doesn't fit their standards, no matter what they do to effect that person. "So...what about Adam?" She finally said.

"Well, he's pretty quiet...but you don't wanna make him mad. Even the smallest thing could set his fuse. Other than that, his opinion of the students are about the same as Meg's." Milo answered, not going into further depth about either Meg or Adam. Each had some issues going on outside of school; probably why they connect so well.

"Ding! Ding! Diiing!"

Sounded the morning bell, and...the first day of hell; more specifically known as, high school! It's pretty much the same thing, only worse. Pack your pencils and pepper-spray, it's the beginning of...A whole new year. A new horrific point of view, teachers to tell you "no" and where to go, and say "Stop that daydreaming, and pay attention!"

Characters/Students and there groups:

Gaston/Phillip/Kuzco- "Jerks"
Flynn Rider/Aladdin- "The Bad Boys/Players"
Phoebus/Hercules/Tarzan/Eric/Quasimodo- "(Nice) Sport Jocks"
Kida/Aurora/Vanessa/Jessica Rabbit/Charlotte- "Cheerleaders/Popular Girl Stereotypes (witches)"
Ariel/Rapunzel/Jasmine/Esmeralda- "(Nice) Cheerleaders"
Adam/Megara/Milo- "The Outcasts"
Jane/Belle/Giselle- "Book Worms"

Disney References:

Glendale- "Place of Walt Disney's burial (California)" Pruiksma- "The last name of the sultan's animator" Marne-la-vallée- "Where DisneyWorld is located in Paris/France"