Author's note: We in no way own any charaters, but we wish that we did. This is a story written by not only one, but two authors (Which explains the Mickey and Minnie parts of our name) so if it comes out sounding like more than one person is writing than that would be the reason why. This story will feature characters from Mickey and friends, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, The Princess and the Frog, Sleeping Beauty, Tangled, Aladdin, Mulan, Pochantas, Peter Pan, 101 Dalmations, Lady and the Tramp, Pinnochio, Mary Poppins, the Emperor's New Groove, Alice in Wonderland, Winnie the Pooh, The Lion King, Tarzan, Toy Story, and Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs. A few things we should warn you about is that the majority of the characters are based on the movies. Except one storyline which will be Snow White's. In our version Snow isn't so kind.. Also in our version the evil queen just wants to be a good mother. If you aren't comfortable with this then we apologize, but neither of us really like Snow White.. This story will most likely be updated regularly, unless a major event occurs. We hope that you all enjoy the story! :)

Minnie Mouse

I step out of the shower as I finally hear the clock tower in the middle of the town ring six chimes, I beat my alarm clock again! Every day I try to get up before that clock. I grin to myself as I dry off and get dressed. I couldn't help, but be excited. It was my 82nd year of being the vice principal at Walt Disney's Fantasmic High School of the Arts. Every year we get more and more students and every year there seems to be more magic. Especially since our principal is the one and only Mickey Mouse. He has been there ever since I have, he began the private high school with Walt Disney.

Mickey is an amazing mouse. He knows the school like the back of his glove. I straighten my signature bow, grab a quick breakfast and my planner, and head out the door. Too bad he doesn't realize my futile attempts of flirting with him, I believe that is what the kid's call it these days. I think he likes me as well.

When I arrive to the school I can't help, but smile and walk into my office to begin my day. I grinned silently to myself as I heard Mickey run passed my room and into his office, running late as usual. One thing could be said about Mr. Mouse is that he is always barely on time and he always forgot something. Compared to my neat organization and obsession of being early this usually makes us a good pair to work together.

"Minnie," Mickey stopped by my door, his tie on backwards and his face covered in crumbs from what appeared to be a last minute breakfast, "Do you know where the-"

I try to hold back a laugh as I look at his appearance that described the pandemonium of his morning, "The files for this year's student body is on your desk. Right next to your computer in the brown folder. I had Daisy put it there yesterday so you would know exactly where it was."

"Thanks, you always have my tail." Mickey smiled shyly at me, "I guess I'll see you later?"

"Yes, of course." Before he could walk out I added, "Mickey your tie is on backwards and there are crumbs all over your face."

He looked down in surprise and found that I had been right. He quickly took his tie off and tried to tie it again, continuing his unsuccessful attempts.

I sighed teasingly and walked over to him, "Let me do it for you. You'd think by 82 years you'd have it by now." I eased the tie onto him and tightened it to fit his neck. I couldn't help, but notice the blush that was on his face reaching all the way to the top of his ears. "I better get that mess off of your face as well. We can't have our principal looking like one of the freshman now, can we?" I grabbed a tissue out of the box that sat on my desk and gently wiped the leftovers away.

"Thanks," Mickey said. We stood there in comfortable silence for a moment until Daisy ran in with a list of things that had to be done right away. "I should probably be going." He started to walk out of the room until he stumbled on the trash can.

I held back a giggle and smiled at him as he stood up.

"I'll see ya real soon." Mickey said as he walked out of the room.

Man, do I have it bad, as the kids would say it these days.

Cinderella

"Chime Chime."

"I hear you! Come on, get up you say! Even that clock orders me around!" I said to my mice and bird friends. They seem to be the only ones who truly understand me. Often any person who seem to want to be my friend at one point would later start to ignore me because they didn't like my stepsisters.

No doubt that I'll be ignored now, since I will be going to school with princes and princesses. I could only think that if my friend Belle was here, it would have been all worth it. Belle was my only friend in France. We had bonded for both being found odd by our peers. She taught me how to read, a habit forbidden by my stepmother, and in return I taught her how to sow. Sadly her father decided a city was no place for a young lady to grow up and so moved her to a poor provincial town. We did try sending letters but, once my stepmother had discovered them she would burn them when they reached the house. Belle's letters.

A year after Belle moved we moved to Disneyland since they had the only school my stepsisters wanted to go to.

This morning I started my routine by feeding my stepmother's cat Lucifer, as always, then fed Bruno, my childhood pet, who had to stay in the the barn for chasing Lucifer around. However, I didn't try to stop him. I came back into the house and began to make my family's breakfast. As this happened my family started their morning habits, yelling my name. "Cinderella!"

In just a few hours I would be out of here, thank goodness!

Belle

"Beep, Beep, Beep!" I didn't know whether to groan or to smile at the arrival of the clings of the clock tower. Good thing about this town is that I will never need to buy an alarm clock.

I have always loved school, but starting at a new place was always a little nerve wracking. Who wouldn't be a little nervous after receiving an acceptance from a school that contained living proof of the things only known as fiction in my stories. I will be attending classes with princes, princesses, witches, warlocks, talking animals, and more.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and scrambled out of bed to get ready for school. I had stayed up the night before reading a book about far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, and a prince in disguise. It was my technique when I was nervous or excited to pick up a book and read. I have always loved reading.

I hurried downstairs before my father had the chance, knowing him he would try to make me a surprise breakfast "to ease the burden of the day" as he put it last night when he tried to make dinner and ended up burning the bagguettes.

I sighed, my papa had been very disappointed in himself, but he tried his best and that is all that matters. I flip the switch to the kitchen light and started to make batter for crepes. My papa prefers crepes to pancakes, it might make his day easier. Not only am I going to one of the most prestigious schools in this country, but his talent of inventing has had a break through and he is planning on presenting his invention to several different companies. This move from our small provincial town to this big city has certainly been beneficial for the both of us. In my old town I was considered, well, odd. I'm quiet because the main street gossip isn't important to me, I can live out of the stories in my books. I'd rather be fighting off a dragon than hearing what girl is superficially pining over what guy or what color of nail polish looks best.

I smile as I hear Papa coming downstairs from his room, trying to be quiet in doing so. He was startled as he saw me already at the griddle, spatula in hand. He sheepishly grinned, "I was going to do that."

"It's no matter to me. I'm fine with cooking." I flip one of the crepes over and the rest follow in suit.

Papa opened the fridge and took out the grape juice, setting it on the table along with the syrup and butter. He opened the freezer and threw some sausage into the microwave, "How long have you been up?"

"Only a few minutes before you woke up," I stated as I flipped the crepes onto a plate and carried it over to the table that held the rest of the food.

Papa followed closely behind with the sausages. "Excited for your first day of school? I'm sure you'll make some new friends, maybe even meet a boy?"

I almost choked on my juice as I met his gaze with confusion, "What are you talking about Papa?"

"Uhh," My father looked down at his crepes, "Well you know meet some friends."

"What was this about meeting a boy?" I continue to watch him as he finally quit playing with his food and looked up at me.

"Well not right away of course, but you know if you wanted to you could have any prince in this land. Of course I'd have to approve of him first and-," my father's voice quickened as he spoke his sentences getting jumbled around. "What I'm trying to say is remember I did say that this invention will be the start of a new life for us and that it will." He glanced over at the time, "Oh you must hurry Belle, school will start in forty-five minutes."

I took my plate over to the sink and washed it off trying to forget the previous conversation. I grabbed my book bag and a book and ran out the door to my horse Phillipe to go to school.

Tiana

"Home!" I was so happy to be home finally, as I had been working nights at the diner for extra money. I put my money in my tenth tip jar and flopped down on my bed.

"Chime, Chime!"

I quickly hopped out of bed and got ready for school. As I reached for my school dress I noticed the picture of Daddy in front of the tip jar. I loved Daddy. He had worked hard all of his life to get a restaurant, one that he and I could run. Before he was called out to war, he promised that we would have our restaurant. He never came back home though. Daddy was in a better place now.

I was determined however to show him that I was still working on our dream. I would show him that I could get a good education and have our restaurant, it would happen! It had to.

"I love you daddy" I said to the picture and headed out the door to the bus stop.

The Evil Queen

I hear the chimes of the clock go off and look up to my step-daughter's room from the kitchen as I continue making breakfast. She is still not awake. I honestly feel bad for the girl, her mother died giving birth to her and her father died a few years after marrying me, but my little Snow White is convinced that I am an evil witch and caused their deaths. All I want is what is best for her.

I can hear her stumble out of her room and straight into the bathroom to cake her face with makeup. Snow is a beautiful girl I don't understand why she feels the need to hide herself away from her friends. Knowing Snow she would be in there until her friends come to pick her up for school.

I put all my time and effort into getting her into an academic school and all she can care about is who will be the 'fairest of them all'. Fairest of them all is a competition at her school. The fairest of them all is a crowning that occurs the night of the ball. I guess at a regular school it would be considered homecoming queen.

I can't help, but feel that the way Snow acts could be my fault. I was the fairest of them all when I went to that school and ever since my husband passed away, she has always strived to show me up and beat me at everything. I just don't understand how to get her to care for me back. She's convinced that I'm trying to replace her mother, but how do I show her that I will never try to do that? When I first married her father Snow was a quiet and very kind little girl who everyone adored. Now I can't help, but be dreaded by her presence.

I'm hoping it will change this year. I'm going to try even harder to win her affections, if that's even possible. I smile to myself as I pick up a small gift that I was planning on giving her for her senior year at Walt Disney's Fantasmic High School of the Arts. It wasn't much, just a small mirror that she could hang in her locker. The difference between this mirror and any other mirror is that it is enchanted and able to talk to her and help her when I can't be there for her. It was passed down from my grandmother, to my mother, and then down to me. I am lucky enough to have Snow and now will pass it down to her as my daughter. I know that stepmothers don't have the best reputation, but I'll always try my best. I am firm, but loving. I never make her get on her knees and scrub every floor in this house like I've heard of one mother doing.

A honk is heard from outside the house and Snow runs down the steps and almost out the door before I stop her. "Wait, you need to eat something for breakfast!" I grab an apple and notice her backpack sitting on the kitchen table. I throw my surprise in it and take it to her as well. "You also almost forgot your backpack." I hand her both items for her just to sneer at me.

"I don't need your help, mother." She put her backpack on and glared at the apple as she walked out the door. Last minute, before she got into her friend's car she threw the apple at the house, or "dark castle" as she liked to call it.

"Snow!" I tried to reprehend her, but she just laughed.

"Knowing you stepmother, you probably poisoned it!" With that she urged her friend to quickly leave.

"Have a nice day of school." I mumbled and picked up the bruised fruit. Why would I ever try to poison my daughter?

Magic Mirror

*flashback*

"I want you to tell Snow White whatever she wishes to hear," said Regina, the queen. "I hope this will help her at school."

"Yes, your majesty. I will do what you bid me to do," I thought back to when I had been just a locker mirror for Regina, we had grown into much better friends since those days.

*end of flashback*

"Mirror mirror in my hand, who's the fairest in the land?" asked Snow White.

"You, of course, my majesty. No one is more fair then thee." I knew from that point on that this would be a long year.

Ariel

" Ariel! You need to get your head out of the air and back in the water, where it belongs!" Sebastian's words echoed in my head as I heard the clock tower on the shore chiming. I waited and counted the rings.

1..2..3..4..5.. It was six o'clock in the morning and I was so excited. This would be my first year in a human school! I was suprised that Daddy was even letting me go. I think it was because Fantasmic High School had asked him, Sebastian, and Scuttle to be teachers. I guess Daddy thought nothing bad could happen if he was there.

The school even has special water pipes for merfolk to get from class to class! I bet all human schools are this amazing! I should do really well in most of my classes as I already know how to play the snarflat and I am currently learning how to use a dinglehopper.

I finished getting ready for school as Flounder swam into my room. "Ariel, Ariel! Are you up?"

"Yes Flounder, I am" I giggled to myself.

"I'm so happy for you! You finally will get to see newmans up close!" Flounder smiled.

"Humans Flounder" I laughed at my friend.

"I knew that I was...uh just testing you."

"Well thank you very much" I said then kissed the top of Flounder's head. Flounder quickly turned scarlet. "Oh no! I need a dinglehopper." I said remembering a dinglehopper is the only way to comb your hair correctly.

"But, what if you're late to school?"

"I won't be," I assured Flouder, "Besides my first class is music with Sebastian."

Flounder quickly followed me as I swam to a ship were a dinglehopper was. I was going to make a good impression on the humans! I was determined to!

Wendy

"You can fly!" I say with joy as I jump up and down. The boy who can fly, who never had to grow up was in my room with Michael, John, and me! The boy had a strange resemblance to my ex-boyfriend, another person who believed that he didn't have to grow up.

"Just follow me to the second star on the right and straight on till morning!" The strange boy jumped out the window. My younger brothers and I followed him and before we knew it we were also flying! The only one who didn't come with was my little sister Alice who was in another room at the time. As we flew past Big Ben I could hear the chimes it rang off. The boy looked back at me and smiled, revealing that he truly was my ex. My heart dropped as I acknowledged him and before I knew it I was falling, the boy and my brothers continued without me as I fell, a scream erupting from my chest.

"Peter!" I closed my eyes before I felt the impact and opened them to reveal my room. It was just a dream. I took deep breaths as I calmed myself down and reassured myself that in fact it was just a dream. The clock that stood in the middle of town finished chiming as I got myself untangled from my sheets and stepped out of bed. It may have been just a dream, but it sure seemed real. Ever since I broke up with my boyfriend, Peter Pan, I have been having dreams about our adventures in Neverland, but the dreams always end up with me getting hurt.

I shake my head from the reminder and head downstairs for breakfast. My younger sister Alice was at the kitchen table pouring a bowl of cereal for herself. She took a look at me, "Another nightmare?" Alice was the only one who I had ever revealed my nightmares to. She was also the only one who knew the real reason why I dumped Peter.

"Yea," I grabbed a bowl out of a cabinet and grabbed another box of cereal off of the fridge, "I don't know why they keep happening."

"Curiouser and curiouser," Alice took a bite of her cereal and thought for a moment, "Maybe it's just your subconscious trying to get a grip on what happened with Pan."

"Maybe," I sat down at the table and glowered at his name.

"He was a jerk Wendy. You deserve better." Alice smiled at me, "You are much better than a blonde cheerleader anyway. I can't believe he cheated on you with Tinker Bell."

"Well she is certainly a belle, she's beautiful." I push my bowl away losing my appetite. I had only caught them a few weeks ago, but it still hurt to think about.

"Don't do that to yourself! You are much prettier than she is. Plus you know her temper." Alice thought for a moment, "Peter isn't coming back to school this year since he moved to Kansas. He'll probably try to convince some poor girl that he is the Wizard of Oz." Alice giggled at her joke. I tried to keep my giggles in, but failed and burst out laughing.

"What would she need a wizard for though?" I asked, encouraging her use of her imagination.

"Well first she would ask for a guy who had courage, a heart, and brains. Of course he would not be able to help since he has none of the above." I laughed again at her joke, only my little sister knew how to make me feel better, "and then she would ask for a way to get away from the mighty Wizard of Oz. Of course she would be kind about it and ask to go home, but in reality she just wants to get away from his stench."

My mother walked in to see Alice and me laughing. She smiled at the scene, glad to see me joyful again, "Are your brothers up yet? Their bus will be here soon."

"I don't think so." Alice looked at me, her blue eyes widening as she realized something, "Wait since this is my first year going to Disney's does this mean I get to ride with you in your car?"

I smiled at her hopeful look, I remember my first two years riding on the bus and would never put my sister through that, "Sure as long as you don't make me late." I look at the clock on the wall, "Meaning that we will have to leave in about fifteen minutes." This made Alice jump and run to her room, her blonde hair flying behind her.

"Thank you," I heard my mother say from behind me.

"For what?" I turned to look at her. She was smiling at me and a glimmer of something that could only be described along the lines of proudness was in her eyes.

"For watching out for your sister. Most girls your age would just ditch theirs and leave them to walk the plank, but you never do."

I never thought of that before, my siblings were always under my care. It made Peter call me a mother. The way I was protective for them and watched out for them. "Alice is my sister. I love her. I could never leave her to the crocodiles." I could hear my father yelling for the boys to get up for school. First day of school mornings were never the best in my household.

I ran to my room to grab my bag and walked outside to see that Alice beat me to the car and already had her favorite CD by Wonderland in. "I still don't see why you like this band so much. They are basically a rip off of Neverland." I said, knowing that I was starting the biggest debate that would last us until we got to school. I backed us out of the drive way and we headed off to Walt Disney's Fantasmic High School of the Arts.