Belle's alarm rang, a boring old thing that screamed, "Ring! Ring! Ring!", into her room. She groaned, reached over and smacked the snooze button. A yawn escaped her lips as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. "Belle! You'll be late for the first day of school!", her father yelled downstairs. She sighed, remembering. Today was the first day of hell. She stood up, stepping into her sandals and entering her bathroom. Any normal girl would freak out at her reflection in the morning, not Belle. Oh no, she was...strange. Not in a bad way, or so her father said, but she knew there really was something different about her. She quickly went about her morning routine, tying her hair into a low ponytail, finishing it off with a blue boe. "Belle! Breakfast is ready!", her father called once more, "Coming, Papa", she replied, making her way to her closet.
In another part of town, Ariel had woken up in good spirits! She got up earlier than her sisters, walking into her oldest sisters empty room to scavenge in her closet. See, Ariel is the youngest out of seven girls. Her three oldest sisters were in college, and they had left behind some cute outfits. Luck seemed to be on her side! She pulled out a purple crop top that would go great with her new teal maxi skirt. "Arista!", she called down the hall, "can I borrow your Green flats?" "No!", was her answer. Ariel giggled to herself, going over to her sisters room and putting them on, "Thanks! love you". Arista stuck her tongue out at her from her vanity where she was putting up her hair. Ariel changed into her outfit, catwalking in her mirror, "What do you say, Flounder?" Her guppie nodded in approval, and that was all she needed to bound out the door.