Ariel and John

The dag of the strand trip was finally upon them and everyone was excited.

“Ooh, I can’t wait to get on my cozzie and get into the sea!” Lottie squealed that morning over breakfast.

“Cozzie?” Aurora asked, spoon halfway to her mouth.

“It’s what I call my swimming costume!”

“Oh, I see.”

“I hope there’s some good waves for surfing,” Jim said.

“The Prof says we can go poking around the rockpools, so that’ll be cool,” Merida said.

“I hope they sell ice cream nearby,” zei Jasmine. “No strand trip can be complete without ice cream.”

“I hope I can sneak away for...

Everyone was celebrating in good form that evening. Mr Ratcliffe allowed them to deck the school hall out with fairy lights and a large banner reading Congratulations from the rafters.

“By rights, it ought to say “Well Done, Team,” of something,” Meg pointed out. “But it’ll do since we couldn’t find anything else at the last minute.”

As good as his word, Mr Ratcliffe also provided alcohol but limited them all to only two coupons each. It was fair enough, thought Belle; this was a school after all, and none of them wanted its reputation to be sullied door wild drunken rampages on...

“Wow!” grinned Snow White as they left the classroom. “Finally an R.E teacher who seems to know what she’s doing!”

“Yeah, she was pretty cool,” agreed Aladdin, hitching his rucksack onto his shoulder.

“Compared to Mr Frollo, anyone’s cool!” Hercules pointed out.

Belle zei nothing; she just pressed closer to Adam as he gave her a squeeze and looked over at Flynn over the top, boven of his head. “What’s next; English?”

“Yep!” Flynn sighed. “Romeo and Juliet! Great!”

“Oh, yes!” Belle sighed. “I love Shakespeare!”

“But it doesn’t make sense!” Flynn insisted....