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Everyone was reeling about the dance that evening when it was over.

Alone in her room, waiting for the rest of her roommates, Ariel idly plucked the petals off a flower John had given her. “He loves me! He loves me not! He loves me!” She giggled, gleefully as she plucked off the last one. “Oh, I knew it! I knew it!”

Rapunzel came dancing into the room. Her hair was coming undone from the many grips and floral bands she had in it and was beginning to trail on the floor but she didn’t care. “What a magical evening!”

“Did Flynn pucker up, then?” giggled Ariel.

“Not yet, but I...

The evening of the school dance came around, and Belle was nervous; she didn’t mind admitting it. Why, she wasn’t sure; although it was probably something to do with the fact that she had never been to a dance like this in her life before.

“It’ll be just fine,” her friends told her, reassuringly. “We’ll have a lot of fun. It’ll be great.”

The staff had gone all out to make the hall look nice for the dance. Cinderella had spent half the day polishing and waxing the floor. In fact, halfway through sweeping it, she had been caught dancing with her broom, pretending she was at...

Belle excitedly spent the best part of the day with her cousin, showing him the ropes of Disney High. It was wonderful to see him again. Phoebus had always treated her with an older brother-type affection, which she returned. He was a joker but could be serious when it was required and certainly a boy with a kind heart and the ability to see injustice when it was right in front of him. Belle could remember a time when they were a little younger and they had gone to see the Festival of Fools in Paris on their own. A young boy with a hunchback had been teased and tortured by the crowds but Phoebus...

Audrey sighed, irritated, as she stomped back to her room. Her roommates were all out so she was alone, but two seconds later there was a knock at her door.

“Who’s there?” she called.

“Hey, it’s Jim!”

Relieved, she went to let him in. “Jim, you would not believe what Belle’s just been saying!”

“Yes, I would.” Calmly, Jim folded his arms. “She told you that you were sick, right?”

“Oh, don’t you start!”

“Audrey, it’s the truth! Everyone can see it but you!”

“I am not sick!” Even as she said it, she knew that she was lying to him. “Why can’t everyone just...

Audrey, it was well known, enjoyed swimming, and so it was down at the pool where Belle found her later that day. She sat on a lounger to watch her. They were the only people in the pool room and now as Belle watched Audrey swimming, she realised that Jim was right. Audrey definitely wasn’t eating properly. Her swimming costume showed that much. She was so...skinny.

Presently, the girl stopped swimming, caught hold of the pool rail and looked up curiously at her observer. “You ok?”

They hadn’t really spoken properly before, apart from the few brief times when Belle had accidently walked...

Meg and Snow White were waiting in their room when Belle and Jasmine got back. “Hey.” Meg gave Belle an apologetic smile and went over to hug her. “I’m sorry I had a go at you earlier.”

“Me too,” said Snow White, even though she hadn’t had a go at Belle.

“It’s all water under the bridge now,” Belle insisted. “Let’s just hope our next R.E teacher is better.”

“I’m not going to miss Mr Frollo one bit!” Jasmine declared, lying down on her bed.

“None of us are!” Snow White shuddered. “He did look at me in a creepy way once. I hate him.”

“We all do,” Meg...

Belle walked into the R.E classroom feeling somewhat confident. “No matter what happens,” she thought, “I will not let him abuse me again.”

“Hello, ladies,” grinned Aladdin, sitting at the front table with his feet up.

“Shift!” grinned Jasmine. “You know we always sit here!”

“Aw! Do I have to? I’m comfy here!”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Well, if you don’t move, one of us is going to have to sit somewhere else.”

Belle looked around. Aladdin’s friends were sitting at the back table. There was a spare seat beside Adam. Before her friends could object, she made her way...

“So, I don’t know; it’s like she’s stalking me or something. Am I just being paranoid?”

“I don’t know, dude. She does a lot of crazy things.”

“Yeah, like the way she use a fork when she can’t find a comb.”

“What do reckon, Adam?”

The trio glanced over at him but Adam was too absorbed in his book to respond. “Adam,” said John a little louder. Aladdin cleared his throat, loudly and Adam looked up. “Sorry, I was miles away.”

“Yeah, we can see that,” grinned Hercules, stretching.

“What are you reading, anyway?” asked John.

It was the Tenant of Wildfell Hall....

Friday evening rolled around and Belle leapt excitedly to her feet. “Book Club! I’m so excited!”

“Have fun,” said Meg, who was currently engaged in painting her toenails purple.

“What book are you doing?” asked Snow White, applying moisturiser to her cheeks.

“Wuthering Heights.”

“Huh. Never read that one,” Jasmine commented, brushing her hair.

“Oh, it’s one of my favourites! It’s this tragic love story between two characters, Cathy and Heathcliff. They love one another, but Cathy’s pride stops her from marrying Heathcliff and she marries a man named Edgar for his...

“Miss French, may I have a word, please?”

Belle looked up in surprise. She had been in Disney High for about a week and she was beginning to get used to everything here. She had spent her first enjoyable evening at the Book Club meeting and it had been wonderful. Rapunzel, Hercules, Linguini, Ariel and John made very interesting reading and debating companions, although Belle couldn’t help wonder if Ariel, who didn’t seem to have paid much attention to 1984, had another motive for attending the club. At any rate, it had been great to be in a place where others shared her deep passion...

    This is the part where I finally come into the story. First let me tell you something’s about me; I’m eighteen, I’m from Kentucky, moved to New England, I live on my own, I’m kind of a loner, and if I do say so myself I’m really smart. Oh yeah, and did I mention I’m a wizard with magical powers? I’m also pretty good with magic if I do say so myself. Anyway, I woke up and walked downstairs to get some breakfast. As I walked by the downstairs hallway, I saw three little kids asleep. The kids looked like they were 10-12 years old and for some reason were...

Belle didn’t want to have to face Frollo the next morning, and she prayed silently that this would be one of those morning where she ate breakfast alone. Unfortunately, when she walked into the room, he was there, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at him as she slid into a seat.

“Did you sleep well?”

Belle started, unable to believe it. He was acting as if the previous night hadn’t happened at all. “My dreams were haunted,” she managed to stammer.

“Oh? By that gypsy daemon?”

“No...by...something else.”

“Well, I am sorry to hear that.”

His tone was curt and stiff,...

“But why can’t I go with you?” Belle asked.

The seven year old wriggled her shoulders inside her slightly baggy grey tunic. It was a little chilly inside the Palace of Justice. Sarah smiled and put her hands on the child’s shoulders.

“Because the Captain won’t allow someone as small as you aboard the ship, Belle. When you’re older, maybe, but for now, you have to stay here.”

“You’ll be a good girl for Mr Frollo, won’t you?” added Clayton.

“Yes, Papa,” Belle replied, dutifully. Judge Claude Frollo didn’t really look like the type who’d take care of children, but...

Belle French looked around the large office room she had been brought to and gulped. This was her first time in a proper high school. She had spent most of her life in a provincial little town where the majority of her neighbours had been too poor to go to school. However, after a chance run-in with Maleficent, the Deputy Head of Disney High, her father had been able to waggle a scholarship for her. Now she was here none of it seemed real.

“Ah!” Ratcliffe, the headmaster of Disney High, walked into the room. “Belle French, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” Belle stammered.

“No need to be...