"I. CAN'T. BELIEVE. YOU!" Jasmine yelled at her younger cousin while throwing pillows at her. Scheherazade held up her precious book to her tan face in order to block her cousin's blows.

"I had to, Jasmine!" Scheherazade yelled back. "It's part of the story and you know it!"

"Yeah, I know. I know fully well!" Jasmine looked around the room for more ammo, only to find that all of the pillows were at her cousin's feet. Unlike the younger one, Jasmine hadn't know about the book...until she read it. And found out that Scheherazade had included her best and closest friends in it as well. The writer had been forced-okay bribed with her favorite treat- to tell Jasmine almost everything. Some things were meant to stay secret.

"But still," Jasmine sighed, sitting down on Scheherazade's bed. "You didn't see Belle today. She was an absolute mess! She couldn't even concentrate during class!"

"Jasmine...I had to." Scheherazade turned to her writing. "And, besides. It will work out for the better."

"Better? BETTER?!" Jasmine walked over to her cousin angrily. "HAVE YOU READ MOST OF THESE STORIES?! ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS ARE GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!" Jasmine picked up a pillow from off the floor and thwacked the black haired girl in the head with it. Scheherazade turned back to her.

"I don't remember much about these stories, Jas. I haven't even read most of them! But I promise you, I have no intention of killing anyone who doesn't deserve it!"

"Oh? And who deserves it?"

"My parents." Scheherazade's voice began to crack at her words. Jasmine felt a pang on gulit in her chest. Unlike her, Scheherazade's father didn't lay much attention to her most of the young girl's life. He didn't even acknowledge that Scheherazade was even his daughter! Not to mention that Scheherazade's mother wasn't the best mom a child could ask for. Both these factors had led to Scheherazade running away and living with her uncle and cousin.

Jasmine placed a hand on the girl's shoulders.

"I'm sorry I snapped." She said. Scheherazade wiped the tears from her dark eyes.

"It's alright..." The younger one mumbled. "And I plan on changing most of the stories anyway. I read some of the original and most of them were horrible. Does that make you feel better?"

"Yes. Yes it does." Jasmine turned and began to leave the room. "As long as none of your stories involve me, I'm fine!" Jasmine slammed the door shut behind her. Scheherazade grinned.

"Oh, you have no idea." She turned back to writing out a story that caught her interest very recently.

Mulan stared blankly at the board and yawned. Belle elbowed her to pay attention. Why did history have to be so boring? Mulan groaned at her friend. Whoever said that all Asians were geniuses was an idiot. Everyone knew fully well that the girl's true strength lied in athletics, not academics. But, Mulan knew that her parents woukd never let her be on any sports team. They claimed that their daughter was too fragile for any activity such as that.

"Mulan."

I mean, Mulan could try out for sports if she wanted to!

"Mulan..."

She's strong enough! She's fast enough!

"MULAN!" The black-haired girl snapped out of her daydream. She looked at the person in front of her. It was Ariel. "Are you ready to do the project?"

"Uh...project?" From beside her, Belle groaned.

"Mrs. White just assigned us a heritage project." The brunette stated. "We have to write a report and create a costume surrounding our culture."

"Yeah!" The literal redhead said, excited. "And we get to wear the costumes to the International Festival later this month!"

"International Festival?" questioned a girl Mulan didn't recognize. "What's that?"

"That's right," Jasmine said, sitting down next to her. "You're the new girl, right?" The mysterious girl nodded. "Well, the International Festival is when everyone gets together and celebrates different cultures of the world. Our class got chosen for the booths this year."

"I know what I'm going to do for my booth." Tiana said proudly.

"Please tell me it involves the heaven you call food!" Mulan asked. Tiana nodded. "YAY~!"

"So, Elsa" Belle asked the mystery girl. So that was her name. "What country does your family come from?"

"Norway." Elsa answered. "M-My p-parents used to take me and my younger sister, Anna, there ever year during the summer." Ariel bounced over to Elsa.

"Sweet! You're Scandinavian, too!" She said happily. "My family comes from Denmark!" Despite Elsa's protests, Ariel hugged the girl. She pulled away rather quickly. "Elsa, are you okay? You're freezing!"

"Yes. I'm fine. I just get cold at random times. No big deal." Elsa laughed nervously. "So...uh...Belle. Where do you come from?"

"Ironically, my family is from France." The french girl answered.

"My family came from some Arabic country!" Jasmine said. "And I don't care what people say I'm pround of my culture and my heritage!" Jasmine then oproceeded to high five Tiana.

"I don't know what country my family comes from." Tiana said. "I'm planning my project on New Orleans. That's were I lived before Mama moved us here."

"I'm not happy about this." Mulan groaned. Her friends stared at her. "My family comes from China and my parents are will take this thing waaay over the limit."

"It can't be that bad." Ariel said, trying to cheer her up. Mulan laughed.

"Have you met my parents?"