Disney High

Chapter 1

Cruella De Vil

I sat on my bed silently stroking my furry coat. Not to brag, but it was made out of the BEST and FINEST dalmatian fur. I've always hated those stupid little dog brats. They made such a fool out of me when I was younger. 

But now I've gotten revenge. I glanced up at the mirror, and made a face at my bland appearance. Unlike those snotty, stuck up girls at my school, I would never be beautiful. I put my hand up to my hair. That was the ugliest bit of me, besides my horrible, squashed pig nose. 

My hair was black with white streaks. Made me look like the hideous Frankenstein's bride that I was already. I heard a noise, and glanced at the sad, whimpering puppy in a cage in the corner of my room. I grinned. I loved being cruel, vicious, spiteful, and mean. Maybe that's why my name is CRUELla De Vil.

Rapunzel

I brushed my stupid long hair. I mean, who even has hair this long? I wanted to cut it SO BADLY, but my mother doesn't want me to. She says long hair is beautiful. Sighing, I tied it up in a ponytail, and got ready for school. Thankfully my school wasn't a boarding school. How dull would that be? The same people everyday, sometimes even with people you don't like.

I shuddered, remembering my last school, which was, unfortunately, a boarding school by the name of Corona Boarding. I racked through my wardrobe, biting my lip, afraid that I wouldn't have anything good to wear for today. 

After 30 minutes of looking, I finally found the perfect outfit. I slipped on a purple wrap skirt, and a sleeveless mauve top with a ribbed neckline. Purple, purple shades, you name it, I LOVE IT. 

"Rapunzel sweetie!" my mom called from downstairs. I slapped myself, realizing that I must have spent too long picking out clothes. Now I would be late for school.

"Coming!" I called back, quickly jamming some black Converse onto my feet. I rushed down the stairs, and stopped in the kitchen. I swear I could smell the rubbery smoke coming from the bottom of my shoes. I grabbed an apple, and raced out the door. I yanked open the car door, and jumped into the shotgun seat.

I looked at my watch. I just did that in 15 seconds. Glancing out the window, I giggled at my mother, who was half running, half duck walking to the car. If there was anything my mom couldn't do, it was running. Panting, my mother ducked into the car, and started the engine.

I took a look at her red face, with beads of sweat dripping down, and couldn't help myself. I started laughing

[Author's Note: Worst way to end a story ever. I hate this chapter a lot, I think it could be better. Who is your favourite so far out of these two characters?? Let me know in the comments!!]