((Hia! Before you start reading, I just wanted to mention a couple things. Because of a review by "Chelita" I got to thinking. So in other words: "The wheels in my head have been turning." It's a dangerous past-time...I know. The "actual" Glendale high school in California have a rival, The Hoover high school. (I got that from a friend.) SO, I'm going to be including a LOT of other characters during the Homecoming/football chapters. There's a list at the bottom of this update. If you would like me to add character(s), just send me a PM, and I'd be happy to put them on the list. :) Thanks a bunch! God Bless.))
Having woken up so early to finish his chores, Quasimodo was already tuckered out. But that was visibly masked by his anxiety and happiness. He was going to public school this year! Quasi had been home-schooled his entire life, and because of a new job opportunity, his uncle was no longer able to stay home to teach him.
Winding down the attic staircase, Quasi made his way into the kitchen to make breakfast. He went to the fridge and grabbed a carton of milk, the butter, and some eggs. As he reached for the bread on top of the ice-box, an egg slipped from his hands, and fell to the floor. "Crack!" He winced, but quickly dumped the remaining items onto the counter and grabbed a wash-cloth. Uh-oh, I hope Frollo isn't...
"Quasimodo?!" A stern voice demanded. Quasi slowly looked up from his position on the floor to see Frollo standing before him. He gulped; "...yes uncle?"
Frollo's expression was emotionless, as it usually was. "What have I told you about making a mess in my household?" He demanded bitterly, but still maintained a low volume.
Quasimodo pealed his green eyes away from Frollo. "To be careful."
Frollo gripped the sides of Quasi's face and forced him to look back up; "now, why do I tell you that?"
"Because you took me in when nobody else would." He replied, knowing there were only two right answers he could give his uncle. "And why wouldn't someone want you, Quasimodo?" Frollo continued.
Quasi paused, and let a drawn out sigh escape his lips. "...Because, I'm a monster."
That was the only other answer that satisfied his uncle in these types of situations. Frollo smirked, and released his nephew. "Good boy...now I want you to keep that in mind today. The world is cruel, and wicked! You're deformed, and people will make fun off you. So trust...no one!" He scolded, and then slowly made his way towards Quasi's ear. "I am your only friend." He whispered. "Remember that."
Nodding, he went back to cleaning the mess he had made earlier. "I understand." Frollo nodded back. "And make sure all your chores are finished within the hour, I'll be in the library while you do so. No more mistakes...do I make myself clear?" Frollo added, standing in the doorway.
Quasimodo nodded his head once more; "I'm sorry uncle...I'll try my best not to disappoint you again."
After finishing everything that needed to be done, Frollo drove Quasi to the Glendale High School. A school that contained well over 600 students and facility members. Quasi feared each of them after what his uncle had said that morning. What if everyone out there is cruel and wicked? What if they hate me...all of them?! Maybe this isn't the best idea. He thought, feeling sick to his stomach. Pulling into the parking lot didn't ease the pain either; it only made it worse. Quasimodo sunk down in his seat and covered his face as they passed several students; luckily, they were all too busy talking or reading schedules to notice him. The jolt of the car stopping sent another wave of fear through Quasimodo's body. "We're here, make sure you don't leave anything behind." Frollo said in his familiar monotone voice.
Grabbing his things, Quasi bid his uncle goodbye, and bolted for a nearby tree to hide behind it. His breathing had quickened, and his heart pounded against his chest so hard that it started hurting. Quasi gulped down the lump in his throat, and tried to calm down. Frollo's words stung, and kept ringing in his head though. "Hello?" A voice called out. Quasimodo's eyes widened, and before he could think, he was already running for it; until he ran into someone and fell on his back.
The sun shone right in his eyes, so he couldn't see who he hit; all he could hear were several gasps. With a hand covering his eyes, he backed away. "I'm sorry...I-I didn't mean to-"
"You're not hurt are you?" She asked; he could tell by the sound of her sultry voice that she was female. And as Quasi kept backing away, the shade of the tree made her visible. His mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out; her beauty seemed to keep words from forming. And not just physical beauty; her emerald eyes gleamed with kindness and concern.
"I didn't mean to scare you, I was just wondering if you were okay." Another voice said. He looked over, and finally noticed three other girls standing beside the one he had bumped into. Quasimodo wasn't sure what came over him just then, but he ran...again. "Wait!" One cried, but it was too late.
Making his way around the tree he almost ran into another person, but he stopped just in time. This one was much taller, and looked anything but kind.
Without hesitation, the man grabbed Quasimodo by his shirt, and effortlessly pulled him up to meet his gaze. "You almost ran into me, you little freak!" He spat.
"It was an accident. I didn't...I mean, I wasn't trying to-" Quasimodo tried to defend.
"Hey, Leave him alone!" One of the girls from before, yelled angrily. Her friends gathered around her, and gave the man holding Quasi glares of pure hatred.
He chuckled. "And...why would I that?"
She was about to answer, but the girl with emerald eyes and raven hair walked past her, and towards the man and Quasi. "Must I remind you, Gaston, that I was at the Smith's Halloween party last year? Most people can't hold there booze, so they don't remember what happened between you and Wonder Woman." She smirked as Gaston's eyes widened. "Wouldn't it be a shame if Kida...accidentally found out about that?" She asked sarcastically, folding her arms over her chest.
Gaston growled, but lowered Quasimodo to his feet. "You ever come near me again...and I'll pumble you into next week!" He threatened, shoving him roughly to get his point across.
Quasi nodded, and without saying another word, Gaston wandered over to another student's truck. Once he was gone, Quasimodo let out a sigh of relief, but tensed back up when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "You okay?" It was her.
"Ugh...I-I am now." He admitted. She smiled warmly at him, and he couldn't help but smile back. "My name's Esmeralda." She then pointed at each of her friends. "That's Rapunzel, Ariel, and Jasmine. That Gaston guy is a jerk to everyone, so don't take it personally."
His smile widened, Esmeralda? What a beautiful name. After having a moment to stare at her, he realized just how awkward that must've been. "Oh, ugh...M-My name's Quasimodo." He greeted somewhat sadly.
Esmeralda took note of this, but smiled none-the-less. Half-formed? How cruel. "Well then...it's a pleasure to meet you, Quasimodo. Mind if we call you Quasi? We give each of our friends nicknames."
Quasimodo's olive green eyes widened in shock. "Y-You think of me as a...as a friend?" He asked in disbelief. Esmeralda and her friends nodded back. "Of course."
"Is today your first day?! I don't think I've seen you before!" Ariel asked happily; the excitement in her voice was very noticeable. Before he could answer though, the warning bell rung.
Rapunzel giggled. "Well, I'm sure Ariel has a bunch of questions to ask you while we make our way inside." Quasimodo laughed back; "I don't mind."
"We can repay you by showing where your locker, and each of your classes are...if you'd like, of course?" Jasmine added, walking towards the entrance.
"Really?!...I mean yeah; th-that would be great! Thanks." He said. Maybe Frollo was wrong. Maybe the world isn't as bad as he says it is.
"Giselle?! Hurry up, we're gonna be late!" Hercules yelled to his twin sister in the next room over, knowing her, she was still getting ready.
Herc's white parrot, Pegasus look up and tilted his head. "Giselle...brock. Hurry up...we're gonna be late!" He mocked. Hercules snickered, and went over to Pegasus' stand; petting the top of his head. "If only she'd listen, huh?" Pegasus nodded his head frantically; "If only! If only!" He chirped while flapping his blue-tipped wings up and down.
"Alright, I'm ready Herc!" Giselle called while putting a jean jacket over her slim shoulders, and skipping down the steps.
Hercules nodded; "see ya after school, okay bud?" He said to the bird, handing him a bowl of seed, which he excepted gratefully. "See ya!" Pegasus said between bites.
"So are you excited about our first day back, or what?!" Giselle gushed, as Hercules drove down the street. He chuckled; "Heh, I can't tell if it's excitement, or if I'm just really nervous."
"I wonder who our teachers are gonna be, I can't wait to see Jane and Belle! I wonder if they had a good summer. Maybe they have the same classes as me! Oh, I really hope so! So, do you think Phil's gonna choose you as the quarterback this year? He's really dumb if he doesn't. Ahh, I'm so excited!" Giselle pondered aloud, speaking a mile a minute. She must have gotten that from uncle Hades. Hercules thought, smirking.
"Well, I hope he chooses me as the quarterback...but Gaston usually gets that position." Hercules said somewhat sadly, shrugging his thick shoulders.
Giselle finally stopped her train of thoughts, and looked over at her brother. Although he was smiling, she could tell he was forcing it. "Hey...you've worked hard this summer. Gaston can hardly make a passing grade, maybe this is you're time to shine." She offered sincerely just as they pulled into the high school parking lot.
Hercules looked back at his sister, and gave her a small smile. "You really think so?" She nodded; "I can feel it! There's nothing you can't do, Herc."
Just as he was about to thank Giselle, they heard the deafening sound of girls screaming. "Ahhh! It's him!" One cried as Hercules stepped out of his truck, just to be swarmed by her friends. Each asked him loads of questions, but it was hard to hear what they were saying.
"Ladies...ladies, please. Why bother yourselves with him?" A smooth voice rang over the girls, spitting the word 'him' as if it was poison. The tall, and muscular man stood in front of Hercules. With wavy black hair and being of higher rant, the girls immediately surrounded the new-found guest, forgetting all thoughts of Herc. He was slightly relieved, but the other part of him felt like he had just been punched in the gut...hard.
"Who knows, maybe Herc will be the quarterback this year instead of you, Gaston!" Giselle snapped, placing her hands on her hips. She could feel her blood boil as the heat ran to her cheeks. Not only did this pig be-little her brother every chance he got, but he was also obsessed with her friend, Belle.
Gaston frowned at Giselle with his eyes narrowed. Why does she and that pretty little friend of hers not go crazy around me?! He thought. "Go hug a tree, sweetheart." He barked, placing his arms around a couple girls before walking away.
"Oh, that boorish...brainless-" She couldn't even think of the perfect word to describe him, so she just growled instead. Giselle nodded, and then gasped when she realized who it was. "Belle!" She immediately hugged the brown eyed brunette standing beside her. "I missed you so much!"
Belle laughed by the sudden enthusiasm Giselle displayed, but she had to admit, she knew it was coming. "I missed you too, Giselle!" Belle said hugging her friend back.
Giselle suddenly let go, her eyes were wide. Again, Belle knew what was coming. "Oh my gosh! How was your summer? Have you seen Jane yet? I wonder how her summer was. Do you think-" she was cut short by Belle's hand covering her mouth, and Giselle let out a muffled gasp. Hercules laughed, well that's one way to shut her up. He thought.
"My summer was wonderful. No...I haven't seen Jane yet, but I'm sure she had a great summer as well. Would you like to breath now?" Belle said with a smirk spread across her face.
Giselle nodded, and took a deep breath as soon as Belle let go. "Now lets go find Jane; I'd bet my entire collection of books she's in the science lab. Herc...you wanna come with us?" Belle asked, putting a ribbon in her copy of Romeo and Juliet before placing it in her backpack.
"Nah...I think I'm gonna go find the guys. Tell Jane I said hi, okay?" Hercules answered while handing Giselle her backpack from his truck.
Both nodded. "See ya, Herc!" Giselle called as Belle pulled her away. Herc waved, and then started for the football field.
Opening the door, Meg could see her step-father sprawled out on his bed, snoring like a drunken sailor. "Korso?" She whispered leaning against the door-frame. He only snorted in response and returned to his slumber. "Korso?!" She yelled a bit louder. This finally got his attention, but he was never a morning person.
"What?!" He demanded still face-first in his pillow. "I'm heading out, now get your butt outta bed! ...You're gonna be late for work." She muttered before picking up one of his boots and throwing it at him. "Oww!" He cried, rubbing the back of his head. "What do you mean, heading out?"
She then put a shoulder bag over her head, and around her neck. "I'm gonna go steal some candy from the children down at the orphanage." She responded sarcastically.
"Megara?" He said, carefully pronouncing each syllable. "First day of school...don't freak out." She sing-songed with a roll of her eyes. He moaned again, and fell back to the pillow. "Fine, now leave me alone!" He mumbled through the fabric.
Meg simply picked up the other boot, and hit him again. "Move it, you old fart!" She ordered, walking out of the room. "Hey!" She heard him yell back; which only made her smirk.
"Meg?!" Called another voice. Meg hurried through the kitchen, and sashayed past running children and tables. She looked over and saw her mother carrying several trays, and elderly lady was holding up a glass. "Mrs. Hawkins?...My juice!" She bellowed impatiently. Her mother looked over her shoulder, and faked a smile. "Yes, I'll be right there Mrs. Dunwoody!"
Sarah Hawkins looked back over to her daughter; stands of her hair had fallen loose from her ponytail, and she already looked exhausted. "Meg, will you feed the dog before you leave? I haven't been able to get to him yet." She pleaded.
"Of course. But...are you sure you're going to be alright running the Inn by yourself today?" Meg asked. Sarah nodded back mid-sentence; "I'll be fine. Now hurry up...you're going to be late."
Before she could protest, her mother was already back at it. Well...at least I offered. Meg thought with a shrug.
She went past the double-doors leading to the kitchen, and made her way into the separate quarters they used for their living space. "Cerberus!" Meg shouted, picking up a large bowl that seemed big enough for a horse. Within seconds, she heard claws scratching and sliding against the flooring, and a massive pit-bull stood beside her, wagging his tail rapidly with drool dripping off his abnormally large teeth.
After feeding the dog, she finished getting ready, and headed out. Meg hated riding the bus, and it was easier just to walk. Even during Winter she preferred the cold weather over the gossiping groupies, and obnoxious jocks. Living only 5 minutes away from school had it's plus-sides; she just had to pass through some questionable neighborhoods. But, she had lived there her whole life, so it wasn't anything new.
Suddenly, a crotch rocket came to a stop beside her. The rider took off his helmet, and offered it to the violet eyed brunette. "Wanna lift?"
Meg gave him a crooked smile, and took the helmet. "Sure...but I'm not wearing this." She said placing it back on the rider's head. "And why's that?" He asked, taking the helmet off.
"Because...I don't want my hair looking like your's when we get off this death-trap." She said hopping on the back. He turned to look at her; a couple stands of his golden brown hair fell in his face. "Do you wanna walk?"
She tried forcing back a smile as she gripped the sides of his hoodie. "Come on...we're going to be late for school."
He only shook his head, and started the bike up. Just as he put his foot near the gas pedal, Meg tightened her grip. A small smile tugged at his lips, and he slowly put the helmet back over his head. Moments after, he tapped the gas and then quickly hit the brake making Meg bump her head into his helmet. "Clunk!" She moaned and rubbed her forehead. "Adam! What is wrong with you?!" She scolded, punching him on the shoulder with her free hand.
Adam smirked and let a chuckle escape. "Maybe you'll accept the helmet next time?" And with that, he hit the gas pedal again and took off.
After successfully scaring Meg every chance he got, they finally pulled into the school parking lot, and stopped. But even then, Meg didn't release her grasp or open her eyes. Adam looked back at his friend, and tried prying her hands from around his waist. "Meg? You can...let go now." He struggled, but she wouldn't budge.
Meg slowly opened an eye, and let go when she knew it was safe. Her hair was a mess and she looked a little green, but she managed to hold down her breakfast somehow. "...I hate you." She groaned.
Hoover High School Characters:
Mulan, Shang, Pocahontas, John Smith, Tiana, Naveen, Snow White, Ferdinand, Tinkerbell, Cinderella, Charming, Drizella, Anastasia, Merida, Peter Pan, Ralph, Ichabod, Maid Marian, Robin Hood, Jack, Sally, Kenai...
Elementary Characters:
Alice, Wendy, John, Michael, Vanellope, Arthur, Taren, Eilonwy, Mowgli, Shanti, Koda, Penny, Pinocchio...