Disney University

Chapter 1

I have a lot of stories I wan
t to post on wattpad, but I started with this one. I hope you guys enjoy, it is my first ever Disney story.
Now it begins:

Chapter 1

Jasmine's pov

I stand in front of the mirror looking at my outfit. I had on a turquoise long sleeved crop top with my white jeans. My jet black hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, showing off my tanned skin. I stared at my reflection in the mirror for what seemed like hours. But, I had to look perfect. It was the first day of university.

Only about a year ago I was in high school, and now I was starting university! My face lit up at the very thought of new friends, new classes. New everything! My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a loud honk come from outside my window. I made my way across my room to the window, a black truck was parked in front of my house. I smiled. Punzy was here. I ran down the stairs and found her outside about to open the door.

"University!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around me as she jumped up and down. I giggled at her enthusiasm.

"I know, I'm just as excited." I explained as we made our way inside. We walked into the house and my living room was filled with boxes, and Punzy stared at them all with dread.

"How much things do you need?!" She hissed.

I shrugged, "It's univeristy. You never know what you might need."

She giggled, her short brown hair falling over her face. Punzy was my best friend. Her name is actually Rapunzel, but I like to call her by her nickname. We had been friends since we were in grade seven.

She began dancing around the room and skipping, "Can you believe it? All alone in the campus grounds. Without no rules, no restrictions. Just...us!"

"Yes, it'll be f-"

"And the boys!" She said in a dreamy tone, "Oh the boys. I hear that university is where you find your true love."

I roll my eyes, "You know I'm not interested in that kind of stuff."

"But you need a boyfriend, the last one you had was like in grade eight! And he was... well." She trailed off, using her hands in circular motion over her head.

I laughed, "Yeah. He was a bit of a crazy one."

"It wasn't even a bit! He was a mad man!"

"And you're not?"

"I don't count."

I chuckled, "Come one we have to start putting things in the car. Disney is a two hour drive from here!"

"And the torture begins," She sighs, dramatically.

I agreed with her. I had packed about a thousand boxes and we had to carry each one to my car. My car had already been parked at the front, I had a white small silver nissan. As soon as we were finished putting the boxes in both our cars, I turn to look at my house. Well if you like you could call it a house. But in reality it's a mansion. My father is a very rich man. He owns big law firms, and companies. And believe me, you don't' want to know the details. All you need to know is that were loaded.

I'm not going to miss the house at all. In all honesty it wasn't a house it's was a prison. As a child my father never let me go out, afraid that someone would go after me or kidnap me for ransom. When I got to my teen years he began telling me about marriage. And through all of that, he was never home. Never home. I would spend days alone, with my cat, Rajah, there as company. Although he is a very interesting cat. I needed real friends. My father would come for a day and then leave the next. he would never say goodmorning and goodnight, I was left alone to that. And ever since my mother died, he had become more obsessed with work then anything. Forgetting that he even had a daughter. That's why I'm so happy to have Rapunzel by my side.