Don't be surprised if characters seem a bit –or a lot- OOC.

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Tiana walked through the crowded halls. Her eyes wandered to Naveen and she couldn't help, but roll them. He was such a rich boy whereas she had to work for the things in her life.

Her mood brightened as she neared her cooking class. It was her first class of the day and also her favorite. Her life dream was to open her own restaurant, a dream she was determined to make come true.

Just as she was about to go in, she bumped into a passing girl and the girl's books went scattering across the marble floor.

"Oops," Tiana gasped as she kneeled down to help pick them up. "I am so sorry about that."

"Oh, it's no big deal," the girl reassured her as she gratefully took the books and held out her hand. "Hey, I'm Jasmine."

"Tiana," the dark-skinned girl shook her hand. "So, are you new around here?"

"I wouldn't say new," Jasmine shrugged. "After today, I'll officially be three days old."

Tiana nodded. "What class do you have now?"

Jasmine paused a moment. "Um . . . Physics with Mr. Porter and I haven't had him yet, so could you point me in the right direction?"

"Keep walking straight and he's the third door on the left," Tiana instructed her. "Oh and to save you any confusion or misunderstandings, Mr. Porter is Miss Porter's father."

"Ah, I was wondering about that," Jasmine nodded, thanked her, and left.

Tiana smiled after her and walked into the classroom, Naveen forgotten and her mood getting noticeably better.

Jasmine sighed in relief as she sunk down into her seat. Finally someone who knew how to give directions, it beat having to walk around for hours trying to find her classes. Only two more days and her first week at Disney High would be over.

She was suddenly glad that Tiana filled her in on the relation between the Porters, because one look at Mr. Porter would've puzzled her to no end. He was short and had a puffy white mustache and bushy eyebrows.

Just as the late bell rang, an Asian girl came rushing in. She leaned against the empty desk beside Jasmine and caught her breath. "Hey, sorry I'm late, Mr. Porter."

"Quite alright, Miss Fa, we have only begun the lesson," Mr. Porter told her. "Although, I am quiet curious, what's the reason for your tardy?"

"I was . . . up all night saving China," Mulan said, wittily.

"Ah, very nice," he said with a hint of amusement. "Now, if you would, please take a seat."

Mulan took the available seat beside Jasmine. Jasmine smirked slightly, this teacher was pretty cool.

When there was only ten minutes of class left, Mr. Porter allowed them to talk amongst themselves. Jasmine turned to Mulan. "Hey, that was a good one. I'm Jasmine, by the way."

"Thanks, I'm Mulan" she said. "I'm glad someone around here appreciates my wit, besides Mr. Porter and seeing as you do, I'm guessing you're the new girl?"

"Uh, more-or-less," Jasmine shrugged, not wanting to explain the fact that she was new two –almost three- days before.

"Well, welcome to Disney High," Mulan said. "Have you made any friends yet?"

She shrugged. "Not necessarily, right now I'm just trying to focus on not getting lost."

"Oh, well, consider me your first friend. I mean, if you want to be that is . . ."

"No, no, I want to," Jasmine grinned. Maybe she'd be able to get through the year alive after all.

Pocahontas abruptly snapped out of her daydream when the bell rang, signaling for lunch.

Being strictly vegetarian, she settled herself with buying a salad before sitting at her usual table, across from Esmeralda.

"Hey, Pocahontas," Esmeralda gave her a slight wave.

Pocahontas nodded in response as she speared a cheery tomato with her fork and brought it to her mouth.

"Have you seen tall, blonde, and conceited lately?" the dark-skinned girl asked as she nodded towards Phoebus. "He's really been milking all the attention."

"For someone who doesn't like him, you sure do pay plenty of attention," Pocahontas noted.

"I can't help that. His ego's too big to not notice," she said, defensively.

Shrugging, Pocahontas poked at her salad, a knowing grin playing on her lips.

Esmeralda leaned back in her chair. "Besides, he's the type of guy who knows he looks good and I'm not interested in that kind of guy."

"Whatever you say . . ." Pocahontas muttered.

Mulan didn't think Jasmine was half bad. She mostly hung out with guys, so befriending a girl was a nice change of pace. Not to mention convenient, seeing as Shang was, for some reason, avoiding her.

He began to act weird around her during the start of the school year and she hadn't really seen much of him around lately.

She shrugged, whatever, he'd talk to her sooner or later.

"Are you alright?" Jasmine asked.

"Yeah, sure, just thinking," Mulan told her and then eyed the students around the cafeteria. "Okay, so first things first, there aren't really 'cliques' around here, you hang out with whoever." She nodded towards a redhead. "Red over there, that's Ariel, one of the best swimmers around."

"Yeah, I've heard about her," Jasmine nodded, thoughtfully. "Her dad works at a Marine Hospital."

"Uh-huh," Mulan said and gestured to a brown-haired girl with her nose in a book. "That's Belle, our residential bookworm" –this time her attention was directed to the blonde-brown haired girl sitting across from Belle- "and that's her friend, Cinderella. She's one of the nicest girls around."

"I've heard that about a lot of people," Jasmine commented. "It's way different than my last school." Her eyes were redirected toward a skater-boy with dark hair and skin the same mocha-latte color as hers. "Hey, who's that?"

Mulan looked towards who she was talking to. "Oh, that's Aladdin. You hot for him or something?"

Jasmine blushed. "Well, you don't have to say it like that."

"Yeah, well, don't go all gushy-mushy for him and start telling me about it," Mulan grimaced. "If you act like that, I won't even acknowledge your existence."

"That's harsh."

"That's me," she shrugged. "I'm not into girls, who fall all lovey-dovey, head-over-heels."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that," Jasmine waved the comment off. She glanced at Aladdin. "I'm not really sure he's my type . . ."

"Don't let the clothes fool you," Mulan advised her. "I'm probably going to regret telling you this, but, the kids alright. He's just . . . misunderstood."

"Hmm . . ." Jasmine murmured.

Mulan frowned. Maybe she should've just told Jasmine the dude was a total punk . . .

Starring on the next episode of Drama at Disney High, will Jasmine fall for Aladdin, will Mulan help her? Probably not . . . stay tuned, she thought and smirked. She was so funny.

"Thanks for letting me borrow your homework."

Bella picked up her head from her book. "Oh, it was no problem. What are friends for?" she smiled as she took her paper from Cinderella.

"Just in time too," Cinderella said with a sigh of relief as the bell rang.

Belle followed her to their geometry class. Miss Porter wasn't there yet, so she took a seat and got out her homework, ready for class to begin.

As students began to file in, Belle's eyes landed on a certain someone. "Ooh, staring at Adam again?" Cinderella asked, knowingly.

"Not really . . ." Belle muttered.

"I don't see how you can like him," she continued. "I mean, he's a rich boy and he acts like one. He doesn't even care about anyone, but himself. He's so selfish."

"Maybe he just hasn't found someone to care for," Belle was quick to defend him. "Maybe he needs someone to care for him in return."

"You mean someone like you?"

She blushed and suddenly found the lines in her desk very interesting. "I didn't say that."

"Whatever you say, Beauty," Cinderella teased.

Things were about to get interesting.

Okay, so we've got plenty of denial going around. Where will this go? Not even I know the answer to that one. Stay tuned for another chapter of –drum roll please- "Disney High".