The Disney Experiment.

Chapter four:Sirens

Chapter Four

Ariel’s POV

The Next Day… During Lunch

Uh, detention with Monsieur… again. It totally sucked. I mean, who steals a tape from the chorus room? Really.

“Hey Ariel! Wait up!”

I turn to see Al running frantically towards me from across the cafeteria. I’m standing in line waiting to pay for a side of mac n cheese. Yum.

“Why are you late?”

“Detention. With Monsieur.”

“Again! Wow, it sounds like your turning into a slacker red! Who knows, maybe next week little miss goody pants will be suspended, or better yet… expelled!”

I cringe at the fact Al has used two of his highly annoying pet names in one thought process. One thing I hate worse than being called a goody pants, is red. I mean, isn’t it obvious I have red hair, why point it out anymore?

“Shut up Al. You know, if you weren’t such a boob, maybe you would have more than a few friends.”

“Hey, I got you to aggravate, and I got Abu as my crazy side kick. So I am good in the friend department.”

All I do is roll my eyes. I mean, who counts their pet monkey as a friend. I know what you are thinking, how did Al, being poor as dirt, get a pet monkey… well here is the thing. Since we live close to the train tracks when the circus comes to town, we used to always watch as the carts would go by all painted up. Well, a few years ago, we decided to go talk to the clowns while they were setting up and asked if they needed any help. The owner, in appreciation, decided to give Al and I a new baby monkey. I found the thing extremely gross, but Al totally feel in love. So that’s how Abu came into the picture.

“Anyways, why did you come running over here like an idiot?” I ask as I pay for my lunch.

“Oh, yeah, so have you heard about that mysterious siren thing that is going on around school?”

“Mysterious siren?” What. The. Heck.

“Yeah, I heard some cheerleader bimbos talking about it. Apparently some jock has found himself wanting this girl, who he doesn’t know what she really looks like, but has a tape recording of her singing.”

A tape recording of her singing… wait a minute. Could that be mine?

“Are you sure about this Al?”

“Yeah.”

“Which jock is it?”

“Oh, its that one that all the girls are head over heals for. The tall, dark haired guy. Oh, the one named… Eric. That is it. Its Eric.”

Eric… as in the guy I dream about. As in the guy I ran into yesterday morning. As in the guy that Vanessa and Jasmine were talking about.

And he is looking for me.

Oh crap.

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