This chapter is just about only five of the main characters, the next chapters will probably be about the others -you know, during school-, like, Pocahontas, Esmeralda, Aurora, etc.
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Light shone through the window, washing over the clean room and onto the bed of a girl in her teens. Ariel yawned as she sat up and stretched her arms. After rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she threw back the comforter and let her bare feet meet the cold floor.
She padded across the room and opened her window. The smell of the ocean filled her room. She stared longingly at the water, hoping she could perhaps get in a morning swim. One glance at her clock, however, told her otherwise.
She shrugged. "Ah, well," she said, quietly, as she grabbed a container of fish flakes from her desk and sprinkled some into the bowl, home to her yellow and blue stripped fish. "There's always the swimming pool at the school, right, Flounder?"
Flounder swished his tail, as if agreeing with her. She gave him a fond smile before going to her closet. After a few minutes of pondering, she chose a simple pair of blue jean shorts, a navy blue tank, and white flip-flops.
After running a brush through her long red hair, she gave herself a once-over in the mirror before grabbing her light-blue, one-piece bathing suit and shoving the garment into her duffel bag.
"I'm leaving, daddy," she said as she passed by the archway of the kitchen, where her father sat, reading the morning paper. A cup of coffee was in front of him, the steam wafting up from the hot liquid.
"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Triton asked.
She poked her head back into view momentarily. "No, I'll just grab something at school. Good-bye."
"Have a wonderful day, princess," he said and chuckled to himself. What am I going to with her?
Ariel grinned as she walked down the stone pathway that led from her front porch to the sidewalk. She turned her head and took in the view of the twinkling ocean. It felt like it was going to be a great day.
Belle awoke an hour early to finish the geometry assignment given to her the day before. Normally she would've been done in no time at all, but she was so wrapped up in finishing the romantically tragic tale of "Romeo and Juliet" that she totally spaced out on doing her homework.
She sighed in relief as she marked down the work to the last problem before sliding it back in her binder and putting her binder into her brown messenger bag.
She still had a good hour left before she was supposed to go to school and she was already dressed in a white button-down shirt, black slacks, and black flats.
Her eyes wandered toward her bookshelf. She scanned through the titles and picked out one titled: "To Kill a Mockingbird". Making herself comfortable in her desk chair, she flipped open to the first page and began to get absorbed in the life of Scout Finch.
What felt like only minutes later, Maurice gave a soft knock before poking his head in. "Belle, hon, it's time you were on your way."
"Oh," she gasped in surprise. Time had passed by so fast. She put her book in her bag before walking out of her room. "Good bye, father. Please try not to destroy the house with one of your inventions."
"I'll make no promise to that," he chuckled, lightly. "Have a good day, make good choices."
"Don't I always," she called over her shoulder as she walked out the front door, closing it firmly behind her, and began on her way.
"Mulan, get up or you'll be late," Fa Li shook her daughter awake.
"I'm getting up," Mulan murmured, sleepily. She lazily sat up, her eyes still closed.
Li shook her head in amusement. "A hurricane could blow through here and you wouldn't wake up."
"Mmm . . ." she mumbled.
Once her mother left, she forced herself out of bed. Looking into the mirror, she shook out her short, jet black hair and put it into a small ponytail at the back of her neck.
She risked a glance at her alarm clock –which had failed to go off- as she pulled on a black-tee. The bright-red digital numbers read: 6:50.
Her dark eyes widened and she quickly pulled on a pair of jeans –slightly on the baggy side, and slipped on her black skater shoes.
Rushing downstairs, she stuck around long enough to grab her book-bag from the living room and a cold pop-tart from the kitchen before hurrying out the door.
She was going to be so late . . .
Snow White hummed softly to herself as she let the hot water rush over her body. Reaching for the knob, she turned the water off and grabbed a towel from the rack.
Pulling the towel around her body, she used a second one to dry her damp hair before putting on a red headband to hold it back.
"Someday my prince will come; someday we'll meet again . . ." she sang, quietly, as she stepped out of her bathroom and into her bedroom.
Letting the towel fall around her feet, she slipped on a pale yellow sundress and black flats.
Grabbing her baby-blue shoulder bag, she slipped the strap over her shoulder and headed downstairs. She stopped in the kitchen to grab an apple before heading out.
"Hey, Cinderella, can I borrow your blouse? Thanks," Anastasia said without even waiting for a response before she took the shirt and left.
"You're welcome," Cinderella muttered with a sigh. "Well I guess I won't be wearing that today . . ."
She changed from her light-blue, long-sleeved nightgown to a white sweater, brown, knee-length skirt, and brown flats.
After putting her blonde-brown hair into a ponytail, held by a light blue ribbon, she grabbed her binder and immediately left.
The walk to school was the main highlight of her day where she didn't have to deal with her step-sisters. She just hoped that her step-mother would end up sending Anastasia and Drizella to Walt Disney Academy during the start of next semester.
She loved going to Disney High and seeing her friends, but seeing the sneering looks she got from her step-sisters often put a damper on things.
Speaking of Disney High, she suddenly remembered she had never finished her homework. She was too busy helping Anastasia and Drizella with their homework. She rolled her eyes. Those two were too dumb to get into Walt Disney Academy; therefore her step-mom was probably going to do a little bribing.
She sighed, hoping Belle did her homework and would let her copy later before Miss Porter's geometry class.
Today was going to be a long day . . .