"Em, you sure this is the right house? The last one we checked was just an old man in his robes." I asked before I quietly shut off the engine. "I got the '1' wrong that time, but I'm thirty-percent sure this is her house." My younger sister, Emma, replies. She scrolled through texts on my phone, making sure to check the address. "See? This is the right house." Em assured me as she shoved the phone in my face. "Okay, okay. Let's get out before I turn eighty." I joked. Emma and I had quickly grabbed our bags and hauled them to the front door, where I pressed the doorbell."I hope they're awake." Em whispered, sitting on her suitcase. You may be wondering why my ten year-old sister and I were waiting outside someone's house at midnight, but I assure you, it was for the right reasons. You see, our mother called us a week ago saying she was in Florida for work, and wouldn't be back for along while. She told us to go to our cousin Rapunzel's house in Corona until she came back to our home in Burgess, Pennsylvania.

So now I had to transfer to Disney's Pixar Dreams High with Rapunzel and our old friends that Em and I hadn't seen in years, since we moved away. I guess that's why both of my hands were shaking as I pressed the doorbell for the second time. "OHMYGOSH, they're here!" a girl's voice screamed from inside. The door opened with a large swoosh of air, revealing a teenage girl with hair down to her hips. She wore a loose purple nightgown decorated with suns and swirls. "Jack! Em! I missed you guys so much! Wow, you're so tall Jack! I used to be taller, and now I'm barely up to your eyes!" Punzie squealed, pulling us into a large hug. "Thanks, Punz. But we're kinda dying here." I said as I pretended to suffocate. "Oh, sorry. I'm just so excited, I haven't seen you since you were, like, seven. You guys are probably tired. Let me show you to your rooms!" she rambled on. Emma and I grabbed our bags and dragged them behind us, following Punzie into a large room on our right.

The walls were painted with beautiful suns, stars, and animals of all shapes and sizes. "Wow, Rapunzel! Did you do this?" Emma asked. Punzie nodded, "I can teach you sometime, if you want. But for now, you gotta get some sleep." She ushered her to a pink bed in the corner, surrounded by velvet curtains. "And look, it's totally sound-proof! Okay, it's not really. But its still cool!" Punzie lifted the curtain, and Emma climbed right in. "Night!" she said, before the air was filled with sounds of her snores. "Oh, Jack! No, I didn't forget about you. Don't worry!" Punzie reassured me. "Uh.. okay." I said, even though I wasn't thinking she did. She grabbed my free hand and led me out into the hallway, and towards a dusty bookcase. "Punzie, I think you're loosing it. Just go to sleep, I'll be in my car." I said as I shoved my hands into my pockets. "Nononono. This isn't really a book shelf, silly. It's a... wait, where is it? Aha!" Punzie replied, and to my amazement, the bookcase slid into the right side of the wall. There was now a large room (which was still smaller than Rapunzel's, though) straight in front of us.

The walls were painted navy blue and grey, and had a black outline of a wolf on one wall. "Wow, I guess you aren't crazy. This time." I smirked. Punzie gave a sigh, "Just get some shut-eye, you dork. We have school tomorrow!" She replied, pushing me in the room, and closing the door. "Nice door and everything, but there's no way I can get out now!" I yelled through the thick walls. I saw a light out of the corner of my eye, and turned to find there was, in fact, a door, which led into Punzie's room. "I told you so." she chuckled, closing the door again. I stretched my jaw into a wide yawn as I laid on the thick mass of blankets and closed my eyes.

My phone rang just before Emma and I were about to go skating over a frozen lake. "Wait for me, Em." I said, running into the house and grabbing it off of the counter. "Hey, mom. What's going on?" I asked, running my free hand through my silvery-white hair. "Jackson, I need you to take Em and go to your cousins house in Corona." she replied, quite sternly. "Um, okay. What's going on?" I repeated as I watched Emma through the window. She was making a snowman, but the head kept falling off of his small body. "Please, just look after Emma. I love you both no matter what, remember that. Goodbye, Jack." Mom replied, and with that, she ended the call. I put the phone in my pocket and went out to Em, who was still struggling with her snowman. "Listen, Emma. Uh.." I was at a loss for words. I couldn't tell her and break her heart... "Jack! Come help me with my snowman!" Emma called, oblivious to his previous conversation.

I would've been stuck in that terrible dream-er, memory-until the end, if someone hadn't thrown a bucket of freezing cold water all over me. I quickly bolted up in bed and yelped, "JESUS!" I scrambled out of the bed and stood in the corner shivering. "Nope, just Rapunzel. You, uh.. might wanna change.. everything." Punzie giggled. Seeing my unamused expression, she quickly skedaddled out of the room. As soon as she closed the door behind her, I changed into an Imagine Dragons hoodie and jeans. I grabbed my bag and headed through Punzie and Emma's room and into the hallway.

"I'm guessing you need a ride?" I asked Punzie, who was turning off the TV in the other room. "Yes, please! And don't worry about Emma, her school won't start for another hour, so my parent's will drive her." she replied, picking up a purple book bag and running to the front door. "Ah, the elusive Mr. and Mrs. Spring, who seem to avoid me every chance they get." I joked as we got in my car. "They aren't elusive, they're just asleep." Punzie said as she turned on the radio. Baby, you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me so overwhelmed, but when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell... "Definitely not this song. No offense, One Direction, but that was on the radio the entire trip here." I muttered, reaching over to change the station. "That was a great song, though!" Punzie whined. I broke free, cast away. Won't find me. And now you're never gonna break me down, gonna break me down. This is all I can take, so farewell 'cause you're never gonna find me now, gonna find me now. "Now this... this is a great song." I grinned, taking a left and then a right.

If I'm doin' this right, I'll be leavin' tonight. I got my bags packed tight. So many reasons to leave, I got my hands on my keys. Ya, I'll be leavin' tonight.

All too soon, we arrived at Disney's Pixar Dreams High, where I parked and we got out of the car. Punzie looked down at her phone, "We've got a few minutes until the bell, so I'll show you your locker and your schedule, and you get to meet my friends." Punzie suggested, leading me through the door, past the front desks, and into a hallway filled with lockers, and students. "Hmm. I think this one's yours." she said, pushing past a guy looking at himself in a mirror, and a girl putting her long black hair up in a ponytail. "Hey, Pastel! How are Flit and Meeko? Still getting used to each other?" Punzie said as I shoved my backpack into the locker. "If that's what you want to call it. They steal each others food, and fight whenever I'm not there." the girl, Pastel, replied. "Who's he..?" she asked, a bit quieter, but I still heard.

"Oh!" Punzie exclaimed, pulling me into their conversation. "This is my cousin, Jack. He just moved here from Pennsylvania. Jack, this is Pocahontas, or Pastel. Don't ask about the nicknames, Fred thinks of them in his free time." she explained, and I smiled. "Hey, Jack. I hope you like this school, it's pretty unique." she said, but before I could reply, the bell rang. "Oops! Jack, your schedule is in the locker. Good luck." Punzie and Pastel waved as they ran through the halls. I picked up the folded paper and looked at my classes. 'Jackson Overland Frost, Senior' it read, 'Mr. Simba, Social Studies. Room 1998 'D' wing'. Thankfully, that was just to my left. I kept reading my next subjects, forgetting to look up, when I bumped into something. I looked up to see a girl about my age on the floor in front of me. "Oh, sorry! I wasn't looking. I just moved, and I don't know my full schedule." I said, offering to help her up.

"It's fine, it was my fault." the girl replied, picking up her books and getting up without my help. I looked at her platinum blonde hair, which almost matched mine, if it didn't have it's silvery hint in it. "Nono, it was mine. I wasn't looking." I repeated. "Just go with it. They're watching." she whispered, her eyes flickering to her peripheral vision. Sure enough, the guy who was looking at himself in the mirror was back, with friends, and was snickering at the scene. "Sorry, I was reading my book." the girl said, and with that, she had quickly walked away. Well that was odd. I sighed and looked up at the Classroom number, 1998. I quickly shuffled inside and sat in the back, in between a strawberry blonde girl and Pastel. "Good morning, everyone." Mr. Simba announced, standing up from his desk. "Today, you'll be collecting information a world leader, and planning out your essay, which is to be focused on the selected leader and the thinker that influenced them during their reign. But before you start, you'll be watching a short video entitled, Politics and Leadership. Any questions?" Mr. Simba said.

No one raised their hand. "Very well. Let us begin." Mr. Simba stepped out of the way, and began pushing a cart towards the front of the class, which held a small television. The video wasn't that boring, but as I looked around I could see the strawberry blonde asleep on her desk. "Miss Winters, are you sleeping back there?" Mr. Simba called out. "Nono. I was just resting my eyes." the girl lied, picking her head up and staring straight ahead. "Alright, but I better not be seeing you 'rest your eyes' in my class again." he replied. Mr. Simba began pushing the cart back behind our seats. The bell rang shortly after, "Begin planning your essays tonight!" he called as we made our way out.

My next class was Mathematics with Mr. Kowalski, in room 2005. I walked down the halls quietly, looking out for the platinum blonde girl as I went down the 'c' wing. I didn't find her.. until I walked in the room, that is. She sat in the front row on the left side, and was reading a book with a plum purple cover. I plopped down in the seat next to her, but she didn't notice. If she did, she hid it perfectly well. "Hello." I said, offering a wide smile. She looked up from her book, but didn't say anything to me. "What are you reading?" I asked, looking at the bare cover. "It's called The Winner's Curse." the girl replied and then continued to read. "Hm. Never heard of it before." I said. I looked around the classroom and, strangely, the teacher hadn't gotten here yet. "You really shouldn't sit there." she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And why is that?" I asked curiously, looking into her blue eyes. "Nobody sits there. Ever." she replied, returning to her book. "I don't care whatever anyone thinks, if that's what you mean." I whisper, as Mr. Kowalski came in. "Sorry, sorry! I couldn't get my lesson plans!" he apologized. Maybe this school isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be?

~A/N~ Here's the first chapter! I hope you liked it! I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and I put way more thought in it that I had originally planned. So here's what I did:

You may notice the odd classroom numbers, but those numbers are actually the year that the movie the character/teacher was in came out. (EX: Mr. Kowalski. Madagascar came out in 2005 (USA) so his room is #2005) In some cases, there were double years, so in Mr. Simba and Mr. Scar/Taka's room numbers, I used #1994 for Mr. Scar, since The Lion King 1 came out that year. For Simba, I used #1998, which is the year The Lion King 2 came out.

Also, the title 'Disney's Pixar Dreams' is a mash of Disney, Pixar, and Dream Works, but Pixar is also a play on the word bizarre, if that makes sense. I have more stuff I put a lot of thought into in this, but they will be revealed later.

I (sadly) do not own Simba, Kowalski, Jack Overland Frost, Rapunzel, Emma Overland, Pocahontas, or The Winner's Curse. Disney, Dream Works, and Mary Rutkoski do. If I owned them, I would be writing movies instead of fan fiction.

~Please tell me if I have any spelling/grammar mistakes~

~Review for more chapters~

-Rae