Ariel got home and got on Skype with Esmeralda. Esmeralda answered after the second ring.

"What?" Esmeralda asked. Ariel gave her the half-frown face.

"Why would you say that to Jas? I mean that subject was really touchy." Ariel asked. Esmeralda made a frustrated sound.

"I was so mad. Okay? When Aladdin walked up to her I felt the steam going to my head." Esmeralda pouted.

"Why don't you guys just talk? I already told you last night before Pheobus called you." Ariel explained. Ariel wasn't the Dr. Phil type when it comes between her friends. In fact, she was usually the one that started arguments. But not intentionally.

"I can't bring myself to it Ariel, I already told you why." Esmeralda resented Ariel's advice unwillingly. In the few seconds of silence between the two, Esmeralda seemed to get upset and started sniffling.

"Well, if you two keep acting like this, I'll cancel this concert date and just give the tickets to Arista and her friend because they really wanted to go." Ariel concluded and blew a bubble with her gum. Esmeralda said nothing and examined her nails, not looking up at the computer. It was an awkward minute of silence between the two. "Okay I'm gonna call Jasmine to see how she's doing." Ariel broke the silence and exited her call with Esmeralda. Ariel called Jasmine on Oovoo (Jasmine didn't like using Skype), and she answered shortly after it rang. "Hey." Ariel gave Jasmine a half-smile. She didn't like the sound of sniffling coming from her friends. It saddened her too.

"Ariel I don't know anymore. What did I ever do to her?" Jasmine asked desperately that she started to cry. Ariel felt bad about not telling Jasmine what Esmeralda was angry about. But it was between her two friends and she believed only those two could work the problem out right.

"I don't know." Ariel sighed and replied.


That evening, Ana and Elsa were eating dinner together alone for the first time in their new home. It was pretty quiet, all you could hear was the fork and spoon touching the plate. Ana was looking down at the pile of steamed peas and was playing with a single pea. Elsa couldn't help but glance at her at times. It was her sister, and it was only the two of them now. Elsa looked up at her for the fourth time and this time just stared. She patted her mouth with her napkin and cleared her throat. Ana slowly moved her eyes toward her sister, who sat across the dining table.

"So…how was school today?" Elsa asked. Ana sighed.

"It was good." She answered.

"Make any new friends?" Elsa asked another question.

"Yeah," Ana answered and then took a bite of her kjøttkaker, "How was college here?" Elsa was surprised her sister continued the conversation.

"Oh, well…it's not like in Oslo, I'll tell you that. Not like UA." Elsa answered. "I actually met a girl who is in the exact situation as us." Elsa let Ana in on her day.

"That's impossible." Ana told her.

"No I'm serious, her name's Nani. She's a great friend. Her parents died in a car crash so now she has to take care of her little sister who's in elementary." Elsa explained. This made Ana think about her life again.

"Well…I'm glad you were able to make friends." Ana said without looking Elsa in the eyes. Elsa was kind of saddened by this.

"You too." She said.


The next day, Belle had the slowest morning anyone could ever have. She slept at 1 o'clock at night because of her studies, and she had to get up at 6:55. She ended up waking up at 6:00. Belle looked at her clock and felt relieved that she was able to get another 55 minutes of sleep. And so, she did. Or she tried at least. Belle woke up only 7 minutes later, but it wasn't a big problem. She still had time to snooze. She slept for another 20 minutes and woke up again. This time, she was sure that 48 minutes have passed. Nope, it was only 6:28. Belle pulled her blanket over her head hoping to catch the rest of the hour's sleep. The next time she woke up, she lay in bed just thinking about the time. Just please be 6:55 so I can get up already. Stop torturing me!...she thought. The moment of truth was finally here. She looked to her right at her clock, and it was 6:45. Belle got up aggravated and decided to get ready for school early. She was not taking the bull crap time was giving her that day. Especially the day the day where she was running the mile 3rd period, taking a test 2nd and 5th period, and doing a lab in AP Biology. Definitely not the day to be screwing around with schedules. After Belle got dressed, washed her face, and brushed her teeth, she went in the kitchen to grab breakfast. Her father was at the dining table searching up things to buy online.

"Good morning, Papa." Belle greeted.

"Good morning Belle." Her father responded. Belle opened the fridge and looked for something that could be eaten quickly. "Do you just wanna grab a bite on the way? You're pretty early today." Mr. Desjardins asked.

"No I'm fine." Belle poured herself out a glass of milk and took out the blueberries and pancake mix. She cooked herself a pancake and spent the majority of her time at home before school eating it. While she did, Mr. Desjardins stroke up a conversation with her.

"Belle, you know the World Innovative Convention is coming up, but it's going to be in Sacramento." Her father explained. Belle kept quiet and awaited anything else he would say. "And since this is a big opportunity, I might be away for a few weeks. Maybe three or four."

"You're leaving?" Belle asked.

"I have to Belle. But I'll ask you this, is there any friends you could stay with?" he asked.

"I'll have to ask." Belle felt excited.

"Okay, just let me know as so as possible so I can talk to their parents and then you'll be taken care of." He agreed. Belle felt happy, when suddenly she looked at the time.

"Papa we have to go!" Belle frantically got up, picked up her backpack and ran outside to the car with her father following after. Belle was never the type to leave later than scheduled.


Eric Jonasen was feeling absolutely lazy about going to school that day. He was waiting for Saturday, which to him, was coming too slow. Thursdays always seemed like the slowest day for everyone.

"Eric," an old shaky voice called. Eric opened his eyes and saw his grandfather trying to wake him.

"Grandad." Eric said in a whiny tone.

"Oh come now Eric, you're almost late." Mr. Grimsby Jonasen told him. Eric immediately bounced off of his bed and ran to the bathroom to get ready. Eric couldn't be late today. He wasn't the type to get a detention that would cost him a day of practice for sports. Eric was actually pretty thankful his parents were away. They would've been stricter with him. Eric quickly went down to the car while slipping on his jacket and backpack. His grandfather was already at the driver's seat.

"We are off then?" his grandfather asked.

"Yeah, yeah we're good." Eric pulled down the vanity mirror of the passenger seat and combed his hair and his grandfather pulled out the driver. Eric's grandfather had always been there for him. The wealth didn't come from him, but it came from his grandmother. Eric's grandmother was where the family's wealth was inherited from. When she was young, she fell in love with her butler and soon enough, they were married. Eric remembered his grandmother always being primp and proper when she was alive. But that was when Eric was very young and he didn't care much back then. The bell rang as their car was pulling up the school parking lot.

"Just let me off here." Eric grabbed his backpack and ran to the building.


Mulan was early to class, sitting in her first period class.

"Hey girl." Meg slumped down in the seat next to her.

"Hi-ya." Mulan replied with a groan. Meg raised an eyebrow.

"What's up?" Meg asked.

"The wedding last night...what a disaster." Mulan supported her head with one hand.

"Well, are you gonna tell me or what?" Meg shook her head.

"Okay, well, long story short, I was a bridesmaid, messed up during the ceremony, and humiliated myself in front of all the families." Mulan buried her face in her hands in frustration. Meg just stared at her, thinking of what to say.

"Well, it's a wedding. Worthless parties that should be crashed." Meg talked like she was proud of Mulan.

"But it was an embarrassment!" Mulan put her hands up like she would strangle someone.

"So? Life moves on Mulan. If those people look down at you for a silly mistake, then they need a reality check because no one's perfect." Meg wasn't the type to give advice, which made Mulan kind of suspicious. She digressed from the topic of the wedding and thought more about what Meg said.


"You're having a test today." Mr. Pleakley handed out papers to his 2nd period Physics class.

"You've got to be kidding me." Pheobus looked at his paper. He planned to study for this particular test, but never got around to it the night before. He completed the worksheet, read it once, and didn't bother to read through the text book after seeing the other homework he had to do. The clock ticked and he looked around. Some were zipping through the test while others were taking their time. Pheobus took the test packet and flipped through it. He knew some of the words. It took him about five minutes to finally decided that he would wing it on the questions he didn't know. When the bell rang, Pheobus left quickly, aggravated. I am so done with this shi-…he thought. But his thoughts were interrupted.

"Hey, sup man." Phillip patted Pheobus on the back.

"Nothing much. I took a test that I probably failed last period, so you, it's all good." Pheobus replied sarcastically.

"Mr. Pleakley's test?" Phillip asked.

"Yeah, that stupid one." Pheobus cursed.

"Ouch. Well, I hope it wasn't that bad." Phillip encouraged.

"Yeah. Thanks anyways." Pheobus had a very negative perspective on the test.

"Well, I have to go. See ya." Phillip gave Pheobus the typical dap greeting and headed to his next class. Pheobus kept walking and finally got into his Trigonometry class with Mr. Jafar (Mr. Jafar taught both Algebra 2 and Algebra2/Trig). He sat in his seat, next to Naveen.

"How the test?" he asked.

"Terrible." Pheobus replied. After the bell rung, Mr. Jafar immediately got up to pass out papers.

"This worksheet is due tomorrow, that's also when Chapter 7's test would be." He announced. There groans of whines all across the classroom.

"Are you serious?" Pheobus mouthed to Naveen, who was also shocked.

"I'm gonna fail." Naveen face-palmed himself.

"You and me both, I'm not the smart type." Pheobus stated.


Rapunzel was in art class where they were working on actual portraits. Mrs. Rodgers set the classic bowl of fruit in the middle of the room on a stool and all the easels were in a circle around it. Rapunzel was adding details to the pear and popping her head out to the side to catch glimpses.

"Wow. Mine looks like junk." Quasimodo peeked at Rapunzel's canvas and laughed. Rapunzel took a look at his and didn't agree at all.

"I'm not gonna lie, your picture is really good. I don't know what you're smoking to think that it looks like crap." Rapunzel joked. The two both laughed.

"Well, I guess. But the lighting is way off and the banana looks greenish-yellow to me." Quasimodo explained.

"Well, lighting is a hard thing to capture when you're first starting out, but that's what practice is for. And so what if it's a little greenish? It could be an unripe banana." Rapunzel told him.

"I see. Thanks for the critique." Quasimodo smiled and got back to painting.

"You're welcome." Rapunzel replied but then accidently brushed her paintbrush across her picture and knocked over the water used to clean her brush between colors. Now there was a big red line going across the whole canvas and paint-water on the floor.

"Oo…" Quasimodo was polite, so he decided not to say anything.

"Whose picture looks like 'junk' now?" she asked. Rapunzel grunted and went to go get some paper towels. "I'm not the type for messes." Rapunzel said to herself as Mrs. Rodgers helped her clean up.


Jasmine was in 5th period Pre-Calculus with Mr. Clayton. She was looking down at her desk and eating for most of the period until she got a tap on her shoulder from behind. She looked up and turned around, maintaining her sad expression.

"Are you okay Jasmine?" Hercules asked. Jasmine sighed.

"I'm fine." Jasmine answered.

"Really?" Hercules asked. Jasmine nodded.

"Really. Nothing's bothering me." Jasmine lied.

"Jasmine, we've known each other since the first grade. I think it's easy to tell that you're upset." He ensured her.

"What do you know?" Jasmine asked in a stubborn tone that sounded like she was going to cry again.

"Well, you're moping and you're eating a bunch of chocolate." Hercules smirked and pointed at her hand with his pencil.

"I'm not-" Jasmine looked down at her hand and in it was a chocolate bar. She decided not to say anything because she knew the jig was up.

"Don't deny it Jasmine." Hercules told her. Jasmine sniffled and put the chocolate down.

"Why should you care?" she asked.

"Uh…because I'm your friend? Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.

"No," Jasmine said sadly, "I don't think there's anything you can do." Jasmine turned around back to her work and actually got started.


After school, Mulan rushed to the gym for practice with Shang. He was already there, practicing his moves. Mulan quickly got dressed in her uniform in the girl's locker room, and ran into the gym building.

"Oh great, you're here." Shang remarked.

"You sound excited." Mulan said sarcastically. In walked in Coach Li.

"Good afternoon to both." He bowed down in the traditional Chinese greeting. Mulan and Shang bowed down together back at him. "Today I decided would let you two work on your own fight today. I'm curious to see where you guys are at and what you are learning so far." Coach Li said. Shang and Mulan got up and got into their stances.

"You ready?" Shang asked.

"You think I'm not ready?" Mulan asked back. Shang came at her with a kick. Mulan pinned his leg against her waist and tripped his other leg with hers. Unfortunately, she couldn't keep her balance during the movie. The two ended up falling with Mulan falling on top of Shang. Both blushed.

"Excellent try Mulan. Just remember to keep your balance next time. Maybe try improving your stance before performing the move." Coach Li told her as she got up from Shang and dusted herself off.

"I'm sorry." Mulan whispered.

"You don't have to be." Shang replied.


Naveen got a ride to Tiana's house after school. He was hoping Tiana could help him cook up the extra credit dish that would definitely boost up his grade a bit. Naveen was desperate for his grades to get better. Tiana's house was small to him. She didn't live in the luxurious side of town, but the neighborhood was actually pretty quiet. He walked up to Tiana's front door and took a breath before knocking. After about 30 seconds, the door opened. An older woman stood in the doorway.

"Can I help you young man?" she asked. Her voice was graceful but demanded respect.

"Uh…well, I-I…Does…Tiana…live here?" Naveen asked. The lady was about to answer when he heard a voice, calling from inside the house.

"Mama!" Tiana called. Naveen was now sure he was at the right house. "Mama, this is my…classmate, Naveen." Tiana opened the door wider and showed Mrs. Guidry. The two ladies looked at Naveen.

"…Hello." Was all he could say and wave nervously at them.

"Come in." Tiana lead him into the house while her mother went into the kitchen. "Sit right there." Tiana made Naveen sit on the couch for now. Naveen looked around the living room. It was a very cozy home. There was fireplace with a lot of pictures displayed on the mantle. Naveen couldn't help but to get up and look. Meanwhile, Tiana was talking to her mother.

"Are you sure you two will be alright?" Mrs. Guidry asked while getting all the things she needed to take with her.

"Yeah. He's only here because I said I'd help him with cooking for Cooking Class." Tiana explained.

"Okay. Just make sure to have the kitchen cleaned when you guys are done." Mrs. Guidry told her. "He's kinda cute." She joked with her daughter. Tiana looked shocked.

"Mama!" she took umbrage and her mother just laughed.

"I'm just kidding sweetheart." Mrs. Guidry said as she picked up her purse and put it over her shoulder. Tiana followed her to the door. "Have fun you two." She said before getting in the car and leaving.

"Bye!" Tiana called and waved as her mother drove out into the streets. Tiana got back inside and closed the door. She looked on the couch to see that Naveen wasn't there, but at the fireplace, looking at the family photos. "What do you think you're doing?" Tiana asked as Naveen reached out to pick up one of the picture frames.

"Oh Tiana, I was just uh…" Naveen jerked his hand away from the mantel and into his pockets. He wasn't able to look Tiana in the eyes. Tiana raised an eyebrow. She walked over to see what picture he was about to pick up.

"That's me, my momma, and my daddy." Tiana pointed to all the people in the photo.

"Oh…I see." Naveen said. The two were quiet for seconds after looking at the family picture.

"Shall we get cooking?" Tiana asked.

"Oh yeah!" Naveen sounded like he completely forgot why he was at Tiana's house which made Tiana roll her eyes.

"Follow me to the kitchen…" Tiana sighed and motioned to him with her hand to follow. The two teens walked to the kitchen where Tiana picked up her apron from a rack on the wall. "Did you bring an apron?" she asked Naveen.

"Uh…" Naveen shook his head. Tiana put her hands on her hips.

"You'll have to use momma's." Tiana pointed to her mother's apron. It was patterned with pink and red with pictures cute, pastel-colored, craw fish all over it. Naveen didn't know what to think and just stared at it. "Hello?" Tiana asked. Naveen snapped out of it and hesitantly took the apron and wore it.

"So…what are we cooking?" Naveen asked.

"You tell me, it's your project." Tiana crossed her arms. Naveen was now completely lost. "You didn't come prepared did you?" Tiana asked.

"To be honest, no." Naveen sounded like it didn't matter. Tiana sighed.

"Come on, let's look at the cookbook." Tiana showed him her family's cookbook. The two spent a few minutes looking through the book with Tiana explaining the dishes to Naveen.

"What is this?" Naveen asked. Gumbo…he read.

"That's quite an easy dish." Tiana told him. He looked over the ingredients and the cooking instructions and was lost instantly. Tiana was already gathering up the bowls, ingredients, and utensils. "This time, I'll cut the vegetables, and you'll do the actually cooking. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two." Tiana told him. Naveen looked at the ingredients. He certainly was not the cooking type.


Esmeralda had tried her best to ignore both of her friends that day. She admitted to herself that she felt bad for doing so, even if she still was mad at Jasmine. In fact, she didn't even know for sure if she was mad. She couldn't even remember why. She went walking home right away after school. When she got home, she found her mother crying on the dining table and her father looking concerned. What now…Esmeralda thought. Esmeralda stood in the doorway with her arms crossed.

"What happened?" she asked. Her father just stared blankly across the table.

"Your father…lost…his job…again…" her mother said in between sobs. Esmeralda didn't know how to react.

"How are we going to pay the bills this month Danior?" she heard her mother ask her father while walking away. Esmeralda walked slowly to her room and slammed the door shut. Great…she thought. Problem with her friends, and now problem with her life? Esmeralda didn't know what to think anymore. She went to her personal therapist, her computer. She needed her daily dose of Facebook, Youtube, and Skype to help her get better. She decided to call Pheobus (which she didn't have much of a choice; he was the only one online) and in two rings, he picked up with a video call.

"Hey Esmé." Pheobus greeted.

"Don't call me that." Esmeralda snapped.

"Okay…what do you want me to call you?" Pheobus asked.

"Anything but Esmé." She replied.

"Alright, Esmeralda." he said her name with a mocking tone.

"Hey, I'm in the mood to be made fun of." Esmeralda said angrily through the video.

"Watch out, badass over here." Pheobus tried his best to mimic the famous meme. Esmeralda couldn't help it, but this made her laugh. "Caught you off guard there." Pheobus said.

"Oh alright." Esmeralda rolled her eyes.

"Say it." Pheobus encouraged. Esmeralda sighed.

"You're funny." Esmeralda admitted and bit her bottom lip.


Snow White was at the public park after going to the library. The park was always the place where she could think. Suddenly, someone was hanging upside from a tree branch next to her.

"Hey best friend." Ling happily greeted. Snow White just sighed and looked even more depressed. "What's up with you?" he asked.

"Oh…nothing…" Snow White answered.

"Are you sure?" Ling asked.

"Well, if I could sum it up in one word, it would be 'Drama'." Snow White told him. Ling jumped off from the tree, landed on his feet, and sat next to his friend.

"Oh. Oh wait, weren't you auditioning for a part in the play?" Ling remembered Snow telling him something about this.

"Yeah." Snow White rested her chin on her hand.

"What happened?" Ling asked.

"I didn't get the part I wanted." Snow White didn't know how to say it without sounding like a brat. It wasn't that she didn't get the part she wanted, it was more than just that.

"Well, who cares? So you didn't get the part, so what? Actors in Hollywood don't always get the part they're after. Just make the most of the part you got." Ling advised. Snow White smirked at the great.

"For such a goofy person, you give good advice." Snow White complimented.

"Ling Xun, Master Therapist." Ling made a hand motion like his name was a big title. This made Snow White chuckle.

"You are the best guy-friend ever." Snow White told him.


Cinderella was in a hurry to get most of the chores done so she could work on her chemistry paper. She did all the laundry, vacuumed the house, cleaned the bathroom, and finally, at 6:00, she was able to work on her paper. The paper was about an experiment her class did the past week. They were given an unknown substance and they had all of class time for a whole week to use experiments to find out what the substance was. Cinderella opened her internet browser and put on Youtube for some music and opened up Facebook in the background. As she was typing in the middle of her paper, she heard the notification sound of Facebook's chat system.

Hey-Aurora

Cinderella smirked and began to message back.

Heyyyy Roooose-Cinderella

Wyd?-Aurora

Essay for Mr. Jookiba.-Cinderella

Oh I c. Wrong time then. I'ma let you work on your essay.-Aurora

Oh. Ok then bye.-Cinderella

Bye Cindy ;)-Aurora

Cinderella rolled her eyes. She loved Rose. Rose and Snow were the best friends she could ever have. Cinderella suddenly remembered she had a paper due and frantically started typing again.


WOO ANOTHER CHAPTER!

Thanks you guys for all the helpful reviews and tips, you know I love you all for helping me! I'd love any suggestions or constructive criticism from you guys so that I could become a better writer. Sorry for another long wait, I'm really trying to update sooner. I was actually supposed to update this chapter last week but then something went wrong and the file was corrupted so I had to actually start all over again. XD Oh well, I had fun writing this chapter anyway. Some people wonder why I spell Ana's name with 1 N, well it's because her name is pronounced "Aw-nah" instead of "Ann-a". It's just a personal preference and I apologize if it bothers anyone. So thank you all for reading and look forward to the next chapter.

Read on, and your imagination will stay strong!