Chapter 1: Ariel POV
"Arista, that's MY Gucci handbag!" Aquata shouted, seething with rage. The two of them had a sissy fight, slapping their hands at each other blindly.
I shook my head with a defeated smile, and rolled out of bed. I figured that I would spend the fine summer day swimming in my pool, lazing in my bathroom spa, and watching re-runs of Baywatch. I waltzed into my walk-in closet, and started to debate which swimsuit I would wear: The purple one or the purple one? Guess which one I chose…
"Uh, Ariel, aren't you going to get ready for school? We're leaving in, like, ten minutes…" Attina said with a look of confusion.
Oh. My. Mickey.
School.
I shrieked, ripping through my clothes, blindly pulling out a purple tank top, green jeans, and some mint green Vans.
I skittered across the hallway, wildly leaping down the grand staircase, and dodging housemaids and butlers. Did I mention my father was a rich politician? No? Well, there'll be time to explain that later…
I jumped into the family kitchen, knocking into Alana on accident. She was applying red lipstick, which was now smeared above her lip.
"Watch where you're going, Ariel!" She snapped coldly, wiping a blotting paper over the red mess.
I gave her an apologetic glance while stuffing an orange into my face. I checked my watch.
"Aw, shi- Alana gave me stern look- ttaki mushrooms?" I grinned nervously. Even though I was a freshman starting my first year of high school, Daddy still didn't allow me to openly swear. I hopped out of the kitchen, sprinted up the stairs, took a breather at the top of the stairs, and ran to my private bathroom. I did my usual bathroom routine, but I couldn't find my brush. Instead, I found a fork in its place.
"Probably one of Andrina's practical jokes," I muttered.
I sighed, and ran the fork through my deep red locks. Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures…
I just made it into the garage when Adella started to pull her SUV out into the driveway.
"WAIT!" I shouted, waving my arms like a madman. Adella must've seen me, because she stopped the car at the foot of the driveway, honking her horn. I climbed into the back of the car, meekly hugging my ocean blue backpack.
We pulled up to the front of Walt Disney High School five minutes later. Andrina, Alana, and I stepped out of the car, while the others stayed. They had already graduated from WDHS, and would be taking their courses at Disneyland University, a local college about a block or two away.
I took a deep breath, and plunged into the sea of students, bobbing and weaving over to my group of friends from middle school.
I was friendly with all of my classmates from last year, but there was a choice group of people that were my best friends.
There was Wendy, a preppy, prim, and proper (bet you can't say that five times fast!) girl who had a knack for acting. No doubt she'd be a thespian someday.
Alice was sweet, but she was in her own little world most of the time.
Eilonwy was a bit of a hard-ass/smart- Alec. She didn't put up with anyone's crap, and she was very book-smart.
And finally, Jasmine was the unofficial leader of the group. She was an Exotic beauty, with a great sense of fashion, and she was very intelligent. She was strong, independent, and caring.
That left me: Ariel. Everyone says I'm super nice, but there is a snarkier side to me that only my friends and family knew. I was "pretty", but I didn't let that get to my head. I'm a good swimmer, and I love to sing (Only when I'm alone).
"Hey, guys! You ready for prison?" I smiled, walking up to them.
"You shouldn't look at it that way, Ari. I'm sure this year is going to be a great experience for the five of us!"
This was typical Wendy, not being able to decipher a joke from a legit statement. I shook my head, and we stepped into the colossal school.