A/N: Hey guys! So I don't know about you, but I was getting sick of practically every story in the Disney section being about high school. Not saying that all of them are terrible, it's just...they were so serious. I have read quite a few high school fanfics from Disney and kind of just put a lot of ideas together (and some of my own).

Disclaimer: I don't own Disney, or any ideas that have been in other fanfictions

Not Another Disney High School Story

Ariel woke up with glee. It was her first day of high school! It was going to be her first time on land. The thought swam through her mind endlessly and butterflies swarmed around in her stomach as music swam into her ears and the seaweed did a dance like a wave and the coral was making bouncing bubbles and then Ariel took her ADHD medicine. Since she woke up two hours earlier than need be, she decided to do a couple of dances and songs about finally having legs.

Sebastian heard this racket and marched into her room, well, crawled.

"Ariel! I have told you time and time again that you keep on going sharp on the high C. Now quit your singin' and get ready for school, girl!"

"Oh Sebastian! I'm so excited about high school! Why I could—I could pretend I wasn't—"

"No! No more singing! Ugh! I have no clue why your father allowed you to go to human high school."

"You say that like it's some miserable trap that makes you alter your life and body for a chance at happiness but then sucks your soul."

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Lighten up! I mean my only worry is that I'm starting in junior year, but I'm sure I will get over it!" Ariel was a beam of pure sunshine and Sebastian wondered when it would dry her up…because mermaids need to stay hydrated constantly.

Hercules finished lifting his daily 1000 pound weights and stared at the mirror flexing his biceps. He sighed, "Still not big enough to make the football team." His biceps were still the size of a normal human's.

"Everything alright son? The roof collapsed again, and just wanted to make sure it wasn't the Gods punishing us." His father entered in the doorway.

"Yeah, sorry about that Dad, it's just I really wanna make the varsity football team this year."

"Son, you can do anything if you put your mind to it. Remember brains over bronze. Ignorance is not bliss!" His father encouraged.

Hercules nodded, but was tired of hearing the same mantras. He wanted to be the new quarterback, the first sophomore in history to be one, but he knew Gaston was going to get it. No one quatterbacks like Gaston.

Herc took a cold shower then walked out of the door breaking the hinges as he left.

"Do you think he will be okay?" His mother asked his father.

"Let's pray to the Gods."

They then heard a loud thump from the local blacksmith and grimaced.

Later on, they would find out a bee had stung his toe.

Shang was dreading walking down stairs to go to school. He didn't want to face junior year with all its standardized tests and college searching. He just wanted to relax and chill with his friends. But his parents wouldn't let this happen. He had to get straight A's and get a 36 on his ACT and a 2400 on his SAT; anything less was unacceptable. He also was going to be captain of the boy's wrestling team, which was a major pain with the type of bozos who tried out. The only thing he could look forward too was seeing his girl-friend, Mulan. The whole summer she had been away and he was jubilated to see her again.

Shang built up the courage to walk down and drive to school. He looked down at this ninja sword. "They want me to be a Ninja and a doctor, but all I want to be is drunk Pirate." Shang said to no one.

Jasmine quickly grabbed an apple and took a huge bite out of it. She petted Raja, who was curled up alongside a corner. He winced and made an ironic puppy-dog face.

"I know Raja, but I have to do this on my own," she said in an odd serious tone.

Suddenly her father stepped in. He gleamed at his daughter saying "Oh, my little girl is growing up! I'm so proud of you!"

"Father it's only my first day of high school."

"I know, but it's still a big deal. Wasn't it just last week you were in diapers?" The sultan was actually getting Raja and Jasmine confused at this point.

Jasmine hugged her father. "I'm going to be fine, trust me."

A loud honk echoed through the house.

"That must be your ride." The sultan said.

"I don't understand why I have to be driven to school when we have a limo?" Jasmine asked while heading towards the door.

"Dearest, it is the high school experience."

"But why him?"

"He is my most trusted employee…in high school."

"Whatever." Jasmine left the house and pouted walking towards the car.

Jafar was in the driver's seat, smirking. "You seem so happy for school," he jeered sarcastically.

Jasmine rolled her eyes as she sat in the passenger seat. She sighed then stared out of the window. She saw white birds flying away; later she would find out that Clayton was doing his regular morning shootings.

"So…Looking forward to high school?" He asked in an aloof tone. He didn't frankly care what she felt; he just needed to entertain the girl for now. The ultimate plan was to take over her father's company. It wasn't that ingenious of a plan he was hatching, to say the least.

"Actually, yes, however, not so thrilled driving with you," she replied.

"I can tell you're going to make a lot of friends."

"So how is Mal?" Jasmine knew this would grind his gears.

He groaned. "If you must know we broke up. But it's none of your business."

"I think it is my business. In fact let me pull out some spread sheets and show you." Jasmine proceeded to take out some paper.

Oh no! She is already preparing! Jafar thought.

"That's quite alright. Now don't bring it up again!"

Jasmine watched the sidewalk because, let's be frank, who really wanted to look at Jafar? She noticed a dirty boy riding his bike. He was about her age but looked very poor. She had seen him around the area but had never made an effort to know anything about him. What probably drew Jasmine's focus the most was his shirtless wear that showed-off his abs.

"Why don't we drive him to school?" She asked.

Jafar took one glance at the boy and snarled. "Because he is a hoodlum, probably part of some gang that sells drugs or something."

"You would know," she mumbled.

"Nosey girl!" He snapped.

"Jafar, it's a known rumor that your entire 'click' does drugs. Own up to it at least."

"Ohhh, drugs and alcohol! Super scary. Jasmine, you are far too young to understand that everyone has tried drugs and most of our school does them, and you will be no different. Please just accept it. And don't hang out with me and my friends!"

"Because that is totally my number one goal."

"Well, it should be. I'm kind of like the king of the school."

"I don't care if you're the president, dictator, or ruler of the school. I just want to get a good education so I can take over the company. And I mean if I get tangled up in the business of love and fall into a mystical adventure dealing with genies and magic carpets that ultimately leads to a major battle—"

Jafar had parked the car and left by this point, leaving Jasmine alone.

Belle looked down at her schedule as she walked into school. She didn't think it was too out of the ordinary: Chemistry AP, French 5 AP, Honors Pre-Calculus, English 12 AP, European History AP, Latin 3, and to have a little fun; A Capella choir. She thought it was going to be a fun, easy-going year. She was also thrilled to be going to high School. However, in junior high she had taken so many high school classes that it almost felt like a second home. In fact she had a nickname known around the school. "Nerd!"