DHS Disney High School

Elsa's POV

Elsa

"Elsa let's go get up it's our first day of school!" Ana shouted, pounding on my door.
"Ugh, go way Ana!"
"Oh, I-I'm sorry! N-not that a-again..." And started crying. I jumped out of bed and ran to the door swinging it open.
"Oh Ana, you know that's not what I.... Why you little..." That girl deserves an Oscar. Number one actress hallelujah I'm the sister of the biggest drama-queen in the world!!!
She smirked and ran down the hall. I quickly made a giant snowball and threw it at her head, rushing back into the room and locking the door.
"ELSA!" She screeched. I giggled. "I heard that!"
Like I said, biggest drama queen in the world.
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"Let's go, hurry up!" Ana huffed.
"Calm down."
We stepped into the carriage. I found it quite amusing that Ana had a difficult time getting in, she had her pencil skirt that reached her knees on, and I speak from experience that getting in a two foot high carriage is not easy. Her outfit was pressed and the maids fitted it so that it was perfect. It was our first time at a real school, so she wanted to make a perfect first impression.
I, on the other hand, was wearing black ripped at the knees, not on purpose, skinny jeans and a blue Led Zeppelin t-shirt with combat boots and my trademark braid.
And we were off.
Ana would not stop blabbing on and on about how curious about high school she was.
"Oh Elsa! Do you think other people will have powers? Do you think that there will be any attractive boys? Do you think we will have any classes together? I think that the answer to ALL of those questions is yes. Oh and do you think-"
"Ana! You are freaking me out. Calm down and..... Look out the window or something. Please."
" 'Kay!" I groaned. She is waaaaay to happy go lucky for me.
Finally, we arrived at Disney High. There all sorts of creatures and mortals and crazy things like that. Yes I call mortals crazy, because we are. It's just a fact.
Sadly, I could see the cliques right away. There were two kids sitting on the front steps doing homework(yes it was the middle of the year), the popular girls standing in a huddle, probably gossiping, the jocks, throwing a football around, girls gazing at the group of popular girls with hopeful looks, a group surrounding a boy that had papers scattering the ground and laughing, and a group of girls that were purposefully ignoring boys that were trying to show off.
"So this is high school," Ana muttered, a disgusted look on her face.
"Yup," I said, mirroring the look on her face.
"Well, we should probably go find the office to get our schedules," she suggested.
"Yeah..."
We started to the doors, stepping around couples doing you-don't-want-to-know on the steps and the kids studying. I took a deep breath and stepped into high school for the first time.
There were lockers and fliers advertising clubs and water fountains and everything that you would expect from a normal high school. Oh, but I didn't tell you about the... The.... The.... The things. Meaning the students. There was a girl with green skin and horns, a boy with a hook instead of a hand, and even a girl with at least 75 feet of hair. Who, strangely enough, was carrying a frying pan. Don't ask me why because I have no freaking clue.
"I uh, think the office is there," Ana pointed at a door labeled 'office'. We walked in there.
I walked to the desk and politely asked the lady with 8 arms for our our schedules. She gave them to us and we compared them. We were both seniors. I wasn't held back when I was little, my parents where to afraid to get a tutor because of my powers. We had all but three classes together. She had maths first, I had history. Good, I was never to bad at that subject.
"Good luck," Ana said, giving me a hug.
"You to."
And, nervously, I walked out of the office and to the first hour of torture.