Belle was a nerd. To be more specific, a bookworm.
She was not considered a normal student at Disney High. She could've been a popular person if she wanted, but she didn't. The only friends she needed were Tiana and Rapunzel.
Tiana had been her best friend since first grade when they had been the only kids to be able to read. She had Rapunzel last year, which was her first year in a real school.
She had hoped she would be put n a dorm with them, but to quote TFIOS," The world is not a wish granting factory."
So she was in a dorm with high school royalty and the new girl.
From all the books she had read, she had developed an image of the girls in the popular clique being mean and self centered, but Jasmine wasn't like that at all.
The following morning, which was the official first day of school, she had woken up to find that Jasmine was already fully dressed and braiding her in thick black hair in the full length mirror. Belle had rushed to get ready. By the time she had dressed herself satisfactorily, Jasmine had just finished her hair.
She turned to Belle and smiled slightly.
"Oh my gosh, your hair is so pretty, Isabelle!"
Belle would've spoken up, told Jasmine that no one called her Isabelle, but she was too shocked by what she had said.
"Me? My hair--" she stuttered.
Jasmine laughed, as if amused.
"Of course! Isabelle, your hair is amazing!"
She stifled a laugh. Her hair was average length and plain brown.
"Can I please, like braid it or something?"
What was the harm in that?
Belle consented her approval.
'A braid or something' turned out to be a half an hour curling process, a makeup session and a word robe redesigned.
Jasmine finally rushed off to eat breakfast, leaving Belle alone in the dorm. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her brown hair fell in curly waves down her shoulders. Her hazel eyes were highlited by the makeup. Her outfit was a blue dress with leggings and flats.the blue dress
She looked at herself in the mirror .l had a braided leather belt in the middle.
Who was this girl in the mirror?
Not Belle Thomas.
Belle Thomas was anti-social. Nerdy.
This girl looked confident and fearless.
Belle swore to herself she would live up to the girl in the mirror .
She grabbed her backpack and headed out the door.
Breakfast was to say the least, a surprise.
She walked in the cafeteria and got in the line for food. The smell of pancakes and bacon floated through the room. It made Belle's mouth water.
She was patiently waiting in line, when somebody tapped on her shoulder.
"Hey." she whipped around to see who it was. The boy had brown hair and dark skin.
Navean. She didn't know him well but the kid was practically a legend. With girls.
By seventh grade, he had gone out with six girls.
Most kids hadn't worked up the courage to ask out one.
"Good morning," she greeted pleasantly.
"What's your name?" He asked flashing a toothy grin.
Belle rolled her eyes.
"We've gone to the same school since sixth grade."
He wrinkled his eyebrows.
"Funny. Thought I would remember someone like you."
He bent down and kissed her hand.
There was quiet a few rules when it came to fiendship, and numero uno was don't flirt with your best friends crush.
Sure, Tiana would never openly say she liked Navean, but everyone knew it.
He would go around looking at all the girls, but he would always come back to Tiana.
"Not interested," Belle said flatly.
Typical boys, show them something shiny and they're hooked.
He frowned and wandered off.
It happened again this time with a boy named Hercules. He tried to win her over with a series of cheesy pick up lines.
"Are you a parking ticket? Cause girl you got fine written all over you."
"Are you sure it's not a plane ticket? Cause I sure to leave wanna leave right now," Belle countered.
The kid swore some and disappeared into the crowd.
Belle made it through the rest of the line without another "incident."
When she got the table in the corner where she and Tiana usually sat.
Every year they carefully choose where to sit based on a multitude of variables. It was near the window so there was a view of the lake. It was close to the door, but far away from the noise and it was next to the air vent so it never got to stuffy.
Belle made her way to where they sat. It had always been her and Tiana and Rapunzel alone at their table.
She bumped into a familiar redhead. She hadn't seen Ariel since last night after Jasmine had disappeared.
She wore teal pants and a black t-shirt that had a picture of a goldfish on it.
"Hey," Ariel greeted.
"Oh, hi. . . Ariel," Belle said.
Belle was actually quiet good at reading body language.
It was as easy as reading books, really.
She noticed the way Ariel nervously fiddled with the her charm bracelet. The way her eyes scanned the room. They were filled with hope and eagerness, but also nervousness.
Belle understood.
"Do you want to sit with me?"
"You have a table?"
"Um. . . Yeah, me, Tia, and Rapunzel sit there," Belle explained.
"Okay. I mean, sure. That would be great," Ariel said.
She balanced her plate one hand and grabbed Ariel's also free hand with the other.
She led her to the table.
"Belle, what happened to you?" Rapunzel said, raising an eyebrow.
She had almost forgotten about that.
"Oh yeah, Jasmine said wanted to do my hair, and then did my makeup and clothes, too."
She suddenly felt self conscience which was stupid since Rapunzel was one of her two best friends in the world.
"Well, It looks nice," Rapunzel told her flatly.
"Thanks."
Just then, Tia showed up. A pencil was tucked into her dark brown hair. She wore lime green capris and a white t-shirt.
"Gooood Mornin'," Tiana said. She was grinning ear to ear. "Oh, Belle who's your friend?"
"This is Ariel. Ariel meet Tiana and Rapunzel."
They shook hands.
Belle glanced at her watch.
7:35
"5 minutes till the bell," she announced.
"I better speed eat," Rapunzel concluded.
They ate in silence, which was a golden trio first.
Belle took her plate stacked it in the center of the table like they were instructed to.
She grabbed her backpack.
"See you at lunch," she announced.
"Or sooner."
She sped walked out to the hallway and slammed right into someone.
