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Pocahontas

The bell finally rang, dismissing us from our final classes of the day. I jumped up from my seat in my nature class. It had been a long day of school. Originally I wasn't going to go, but my father had decided that it was best for me to gain an education like the colonists.

I didn't have much of a choice in the matter and came although I day dreamed constantly about being in a canoe and running with the current to see what was just around the river bend. I couldn't help, but want to run off with the wind instead of sitting in a class where teachers lectured for hours on end.

I opened my locker carefully and saw a trail of crumbs on the floor of it, I looked up to see a raccoon and a humming bird snoozing happily in my bag. I just smiled and pulled Meeko and Flit out carefully and settled my journals in the bag. Meeko yawned and opened his eyes with his arms outstretched. He motioned for us to go home.

"I can't," He stared at me in confusion. "I told you before that I can't go home right away today, I have to mentor this club." Meeko bopped Flit on the head and woke him up. The raccoon motioned at me and the hummingbird just shrugged. "I have to be a group leader for girl scouts. That was the deal my father made in order for me to be accepted into this school." Flit nodded while Meeko crossed his arms in annoyance. "You didn't have to come to school with me today. You could have stayed home." Meeko shook his head and pointed for us to go to girl scouts.

I entered a room in the high school that was filled with books, I believe that they called it a library. I couldn't help, but wish that I could just go to Grandmother Willow and speak to her. For the past five nights I have had this dream of an arrow of some sorts that just spins in circles. I couldn't visit her lately and hoped that I would have time to before tomorrow.

I sat on the ground and waited for the girls to come in. The only people in the library were a girl in a yellow blouse and a green skirt who was speaking with a boy who was on his hands and feet. He kept getting odd looks because he was only wearing a loin cloth. There was also a mermaid and then the librarian who was drinking a cup of tea. He had a name in front of him, carved into a block of wood, Merlin.

A few of the children began to show up for the class, my class was only offered through the kindergarten through eighth grade, since I was new at this. Not only were there girls, but a group of boys came as well and looked at me expectantly. I cleared my throat to begin my class when a blond man my age ran into the room and approached the group.

"Hello, I'm John Smith. I'll be in charge of the boy scouts." He introduced himself to the children and then looked at me.

"I'm Pocahontas," I stared at the man confused, I thought that I was the only one to teach this class. "I will help with the girl scouts." I decided to leave it be for the moment, I would approach this John Smith after the troops left.

"We are here to show you the way of being a scout, of surviving in the wilderness," I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion as he spoke of the outdoors as if it was an impossible obstacle course. "There are a few things that you will need once you get out there, one being a map." John took a bag off of his back and opened it to show the boys and girls a piece of paper with geographic landmarks on it. I had lived in the woods all my life and had never needed one, the forest and the river led me to my destinations, I didn't need a piece of paper.

The man reached into his bag again to pull something else out, "Another thing you will need is a compass." His hand stayed in the bag for a moment before he looked down and started to get frustrated. "It's in here somewhere."

Meeko crawled onto my shoulder holding a round metal contraption, in the middle sat an arrow, just like the one in my dream.

"Ah there it is!" John looked up and saw Meeko playing with the shining object. He reached his hand out for it, but Meeko held it closer to his chest and shook his head. "May I please have my compass back?" Meeko shook his head again and started to gnaw on the foreign object. John looked at me, "A little help please?"

I just shrugged, "Meeko, please give him back his arrow." The children looked at me in confusion.

"Alright how about this," John pulled out a box that said cookies on them from his bag and took one out. "I will give you this cookie for the compass." Meeko considered the deal for a moment and then nodded, taking the cookie from the man and handing over the circle. Meeko ate the cookie on my shoulder as Flit entertained the kids by flying over them and doing tricks in the air. "Nice friends you have." The man whispered under his breath.

"They are very close friends, yes," I wanted to groan at this man and I hadn't even known him for twenty minutes. He seemed to be the kind of man who thought that the only type of people who were people were the people who looked and thought like him.

The rest of the class with the troop went smoothly as we described what we would be doing the rest of the year. The class finished a little after five and the children went home.

John smiled at me from over his shoulder as he put his objects back into his bag, "I'll see you same time Wednesday?"

"I guess so," I almost groaned, the class met every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

"You don't like me do you?" John asked as he saw the look of annoyance flash on my face.

"It's not that I don't like you, it's that I don't like your attitude towards the wilderness. I know every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name yet you talk about them as if they are just objects like your maps and compasses," John raised an eyebrow at me as I spoke.

"Alright then," John paused for a moment, surprised at my statement. "Next class you can teach and show the kiddos how everything matters in your circle of life." I couldn't tell if he was sincere in his offer or if there was a hint of hostility. He started to head to the door and paused. "Pocahontas, right?" I nodded. "It was nice to meet you."

I watched as the man walked out of the library, Meeko perched on my shoulder with Flit by my ear. I turned to Meeko to see him hiding something in his hands. "What's that?" Meeko smiled up at me smugly as he held out a circle made out of a type of metal and held an arrow in the middle. Meeko took John Smith's compass.

Magic mirror

"Wait! You can't really be thinking of leaving me in here!" I shouted as Snow White stuck me on the door of her locker. Every single daughter in the queen's family had at least taken me home with them at the end of the school day.

"Don't worry," Snow smiled at me. "It's only for the whole school year. Besides all you need to worry about is making sure that you know that I'm the fairest of them all."

"But!" Snow shut the locker.

Drizella

"Cinderella!" I yelled, the girl was being lazy instead of bringing my books out of the school like she was supposed to, she was off lolly gagging with the detestable Belle.

"Do you ever think we're too hard on Cinderella?" Anastasia questioned, looking down at her hands as she wrung them.

"Not hard enough," I replied honestly."If you want to carry around your own books, be my guest, but Prince Charming will most certainly not have to worry about my hands being all red and hard from labor!"

Just then Cinderella finally came out of the school with our books. As she was walking down she clumsily lost one of her shoes on the steps of the palace sized staircase. Cinderella quickly ran back to retrieve the missing article. After she finally finished her meaningless task she brought our books over to us. She handed the objects to us.

I reached over to take mine and instead pushed her into the mud, "Oh look at the little princess!" I snarled at the girl sitting in the mud.

Anastasia looked uncomfortable and stared at Cinderella in pity, what was her problem?

I ordered the coach driver to begin leaving.

"Wait!"Cinderella yelled to us and began running after. "Wait you forgot me! Please come back!"

"Fat chance!" I yelled back at her. "We have to meet up with Snow anyway!"

The coach continued to pull away.

Alice

"Curiouser and curiouser," I said.

"What do you mean?" Wendy asked as she climbed into the car.

"I mean the school. Every where I turn there seemed to be something, I don't know how to explain it well um... magical!"

"It's a school for the magical," Wendy explained and put the key in the ignition. "It's for people like us. Neverland for me and Wonderland a for you."

"Oh," I said, "But still it's not everday you can say, 'hello my name is Alice. I go to a school with faries and mermaids.'"

"Fair enough," My sister replied.

"Hey where are we going?"

"The House of Mouse," Wendy answered and drove out of the parking lot.

"What's that."

"It's this really cool place on Main Street U.S.A."

"Oh... We're not going to the elephant graveyard right? Because Zazu can tell you there is nothing interesting about almost getting your bones chewed on by hyenas."

"No silly, we really are going to the House of Mouse."

"Well I had to make sure considering the way you said 'I know this really cool place,'" I put quiet simply.

My sister rolled her eyes. "Why do you always make something so simple so complicated?" Wendy questioned

"Well there is no fun in making simple things more simple. However there is loads of fun in making simple things complicated."

After about fifteen minutes of driving and fighting for rights to the cd that should play. Wendy and I arrived at the House of Mouse. It was the most curious place I had ever seen. They had lamps all in the shape of Principal Mickey's head. Our principal seemed to be a reoccurring theme in this club. Chairs, tables, and even plants were all in the shape of the famous mouse. I peeked inside the room so I could catch glimpses of some of the guests. Ariel and King Triton, Baloo and Mowgli, and Wreck-It Ralph with Vanellope were just a few of the guests.

A duck at a table with a guest book was busy trying to get autographs from almost every visitor that came to her desk. "Simba, can I get a foot print for my autograph book?" The chipper duck questioned.

The lion nodded as the duck held out ink oil and an autograph book.

"I hope she doesn't do that to us too," I whispered to Wendy.

"Oh she does that to everybody," My sister said. "Incase they become famous."

"Well that will never be us," I said.

"You never know "Wendy said. "Maybe someday somebody will write down our adventures."

"I doubt it." I giggled at the possibility. "Well they would have to be two rather large books."

We continued to wait. Hopefully we would be inside soon.

Mrs. Potts

A yell of frustration broke through my thoughts as I mentally prepared the meal for dinner. Oh dear, Chip sat on the table and tried to balance a pencil in his mouth. "Are you alright?" I bounced in the direction he was as he tried to complete his homework.

"Not really Mama. I'm so much slower than everyone else," Chip tried to speak as he held the pencil. He ended up giving up and placing the pencil on the table. "Everyone thinks that I'm weird because I'm a cup. They even called me broken."

A flare of anger shot through me, "You are perfect Chip, just the way you are."

"It would be easier for me if I was human though," Chip had never looked so remorseful at being a cup before.

"Someday you will be, I promise," I kissed the top of his rim. "How did school go today? What did you learn?"

"I learned my ABC's!" Chip grinned and began from the beginning of the alphabet, "A, B, C, D, E, F, G-" A noise from outside interrupted my little cup as the master came into the palace followed by Lumiere.

"How was school?" I called out, expecting a grunt or a distant fine as a response.

"It was ok," The master replied as he sat on his chair in front of the fire. He just stared at the flames, a thoughtful look on his face. It was filled with hope, but also fear.

Lumiere danced into the room and spun me a few times, "It was more than ok, it was tres magnifique!"

I chuckled at the candlestick's response, "Anything interesting happen?"

"He met a girl!" Lumiere danced his way over to Chip who looked at the older servant with curiosity.

"Oh really?" I turned to the master and he just shrugged, a small smile on his face that faded away.

"But she's so beautiful, and I'm so… Well look at me, I'm just a monster," The master just stared at the ground. His face had a glow when he spoke of this girl, it was now back to the glare.

"You have to help her to see past all that," I hopped off of the table and over to where the master sat.

"I don't know how," He grumbled as he unzipped his backpack and used it as a distraction.

"Well you can start by straitening yourself out, act more like a gentleman!" I told him with a stern voice, he automatically quit slouching in his chair and sat up.

"Invite her to dine with you," Lumiere piped up. "She could be our guest!"

I could see the master consider it, "Maybe, just maybe." He got out of his chair and started to walk out of the room with his backpack.

"Where are you going?" Chip asked from the table as he tried to pick up the pencil with his mouth again.

"To the west wing to do my homework," The master disappeared after answering the question.

Lumiere and I stood silently for a few moments before he spoke up, "The master is going to do his homework? But he never does his homework."

I grinned to myself, "Maybe he's just found someone he wants to impress."

I could see Lumiere brighten at the prospect, "We'll be human again before his senior year!"

"These things take time," I reminded the candlestick.

"You should have seen her Mrs. Potts! She was just wonderful! She is so beautiful, kind, caring, and a wonderful student! She's in my advance French class!" Lumiere described her to me as I hopped back up to Chip.

"That's wonderful," I stopped for a second and turned back to the candlestick. "What is this girl's name?"

"Belle," Lumiere laughed, "Ironically it's Belle."

"Her name means beauty," I thought about how Lumiere had spoken of Belle maybe she was beautiful inside and out. "Now Chip what about the rest of that alphabet?"

Chip grinned as he dropped the pencil, "Where were we? Oh yea G, H, I, J, K, L-"

I shared a look at Lumiere as Chip continued saying the alphabet, I couldn't wait to meet this girl, to meet the master's Belle.

Tiana

As always I was ten minutes late to arriving at the restraunt Joe's Diner. Joe stood flipping hot cakes on the stove. "Girl you ten minutes late again." Joe said giving me an angry grin. "You knows I could fire yous now!"

"You wouldn't do that Joe," I said as I threw on my apron.

"And why wouldn't I?" He questioned.

"Well for one you're too nice and second I'm the only waitress you've got."

"De last parts true," Joe said. "But I don't knows about de first part."

I rolled my eyes, Joe was just giving me his daily bitterness. "Fire me if you like Joe, but then you'll have to wait all these tables by yourself."

"Well what you waiting for girl gets to work."

I walk over to the first table laughing at how easy it was to set Joe straight. "I don't play you to laugh," Joe yelled.

"You barely pay me at all!" I answered, I continued over to the table."Welcome to Joe's Diner."

"Girl it's us!" It was my friends from school.

"Hey what's y'all doing here?"

"We came to ask you to come to this dance with us. It's close to the Haunted Mansion."

"No I don't think so, I'm working."

"Girl don't you ever take a day off?"

"Not since I was twelve," I replied. I quickly walked off to go help paying customers. "Hello, welcome to Joe's Diner." I said and began to write down their order.

Aladdin

"Come on Abu. We need to find food."

My monkey looked at his stomach and then at a melon on one of the market seller's carts. Abu snatched a melon off of the cart, then began to take another and another!

"Abu stop!" I tried to get him to listen, but it was too late for the whole cart tumbled over with melons falling everywhere. The market seller started to yell as I picked up my monkey. Abu was clinging onto two of the melons for dear life.

After I grabbed him I started to run, "Stop thief!"

"Vandal!"

"Out rage!"

"Scandal!" The market place visitors started to yell.

"One jump ahead of the bread line. One swing ahead of the sword. I steal only what I can't afford, that's everything!" I began to sing for some reason since I moved to this Disneyland place everyone randomly burst out into song. "Just a little snack guys"

"Rip him open take it back guys!" Just because they were singing their warnings didn't make them any nicer.

"You're my only friend Abu!"

"Hoo!" Random harem girls entered and began to distract the angry crowd. Abu and I quickly made our escape.

"That was close," I told him, then of course the angry villagers found us. "Here we go again," I groaned. "One jump ahead of the bread line!"

The Evil Queen

I paced back and forth, Snow should have been home an hour ago. I checked the time yet again, it was six in the evening. The apple pork chops sat in the oven, keeping them warm. I really hoped that she wasn't out with the practically brainless prince Ferdinand. He has no personality besides the naïve boy role.

Snow and I had agreed that she would be home no later than five o'clock, now here I was trying not to pull my hair out at the kitchen table. I truly understood now why parents went gray at such early ages, the stress of not knowing where their child was could send a person into a mental break down.

My friend Gothel never has this problem since her daughter spends her time up in a tower, but I don't want that for Snow. I want Snow to be free and to choose her own decisions wisely. I picked up a phone and called Snow again, it rang three times and went to voice mail.

I paced the floor until I remembered a wall mirror that I didn't usually use due to spending most of my time with my original mirror. I tried not to run to the mirror that sat in the back of my closet. I sent a spell through it, bringing the spirit back into the mirror. A purple face lit up, "Yes my queen?" A woman's voice spoke through.

"Mirror mirror don't you mime, where is my daughter spending her time?" I asked quickly, the spirit could hear my frustration and showed me my Snow. Snow was sitting in a car texting with her friends. I recognized everyone in the car. Mulan sat in the back quietly. I felt bad for the girl. She never seemed to fit in. She was always quiet, but very polite and kind. Snow was currently jabbering on about classes and teachers like a normal teenage girl.

"Did you see Gaston this year?" Snow asked Anastasia who nodded happily. "He is really cute. I mean he has biceps to spare! Oh if only his one song was for me." Snow smiled and leaned back in her seat. I tried to calm myself as I heard her speak this way about a teacher. He was much older than her, not to mention he didn't have the best reputation.

Mulan tried to stay interested in the conversation, but it irritated her. I could see from her face that she couldn't care less about the archery teacher. "I mean Ferdinand is much better than Gaston anyway. Plus Ferdinand is much younger."

"Ferdinand is a prince, but Gaston is just wow," Snow shrugged. "Age is but a number right? Gaston has been known to overlook that every now and again."

Mulan stared at my daughter in surprise, "He's a teacher, you're a student. If principal Mouse found out he would suspend you and fire Gaston!"

"It's not like our principal doesn't have something going on with our vice principal, if anyone should be fired it should be those two," Snow paused to text somebody back. I frowned at my daughter's tone. Mickey and Minnie had been more than fair to all of us, yet she was rude to them. "I mean seriously shouldn't that be a crime to date coworkers? It should definitely be a crime to date at that age!" Anastasia and Drizella nodded with my daughter's rant.

Mulan shook her head, "I really think that those two love each other. I think that they deserve each other." I nodded when Mulan stood up for the two mice. It was no secret in Disneyland that Mickey and Minnie had feelings for one another.

"Eww that would be like my stepmother dating, just gross!" I raised my hand towards the glass of the mirror to release the spirit from inside, I didn't want to see any more.

"Talking about your stepmother, weren't you supposed to be home an hour ago?" Mulan asked as she looked at a watch.

Snow looked at her phone, "I probably should go home. If I don't she may lock me in a dungeon and throw away the key."

I released the spirit and sat on my bed feeling rejected. This was the year that it would change. This was the year that Snow will become my little princess again.