Elsa
Eugene dropped me off at my house after school today. Tonight he was at his dad's house, so he figured he better go. I don't really know much about his dad. From the bits and pieces Eugene tells me, he sounds nice. But who knows, Eugene has always been a faker.

I entered my house and headed for the kitchen. Usually, Anna's home by now and stuffing her face with everything she sees. I opened the fridge to see what was left. Almost everything had been restocked since her last party. I grabbed a yogurt and took a seat at the counter. Any second now, she would be running down the stairs. "Is he here?" She shouted as she jumped from the last stair.

I turned on my chair to face her. She looked almost insane. "Who?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. She groaned and walked slowly over to me. Man, Anna sure is a weirdo, but I love her.

"You know, your dumb boyfriend," Anna replied, making herself look stupid. I rolled my eyes and placed my yogurt on the table. For some reason, Anna and Eugene have never gotten along...ever! They're always fighting and bickering.

"For one, he's not dumb. And two, he's at his dad's house tonight." I answered back. She crossed her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes. Anna was the dramatic one in the family.

"I just figured since you were home later than usual you two would be making out on the couch again." Anna huffed back. I scoffed and picked back up my snack and continued eating. Anna always exaggerates everything. It was one time we kissed on the couch and she just happened to see. She gagged and ran out of the room like a drama queen. I swear Anna is like five sometimes. She began mocking us, pretending her hands were were Eugene and me. She talked high pitch and pretended to make them make out.

"We hardly ever make out. Besides, if we were going to, we wouldn't do it anywhere near you." I fired back. I stood up and tossed my garbage away, waiting to hear what she would say next.

"Thank you," Anna answered. A smirk began to play on my face as my next response bubbled inside my head.

"Because you're so ugly that you make me want to throw up." I finished. She immediately started chasing me, yelling at me to take it back. I laughed and jumped over the couch, hoping that her clumsiness would aid me today. I rolled beside the couch, waiting for her attack.

I peeked my head over and watched her figure fly over the top of her and the couch. Crap. She came and sat on top of me, knowing that she would win. "Say you're sorry. Say it!" She demanded, holding my arms against the ground.

I rolled my eyes, knowing I had to give in to her. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry," I answered back. She let me go and began to get off me, letting me go free. "I'm sorry that you got the ugly genes!" I shouted as I ran upstairs to my room. She began chasing me, telling that now I had to say sorry twice.

I glanced behind me to watch her fall flat on her face on the staircase. I laughed and hopped into my room, slamming the door behind me. My parents never allowed me and Anna to have locks, so I leaned my body against the door. She pounded her first against the door. "Elsa, let me in!" She cried.

"Sorry, Anna. I can't risk catching your ugly." I smirked as I fumbled with my nails. I heard her slump to the floor as she picked off a few chucks. I should really repaint these tonight.

"You do know I can just get in through the window, right?" She answered back. My face dropped. She had done it before. She took dad's ladder and leaned against the house beside my window. She knows I get hot at night so it's always open. I quietly tiptoed to go shut it. When I turned around to go back to guard the door, Anna was already in my room.

I let out a scream, surprised by how sneaky she could be. I swear, if she wasn't so clumsy, she could be a ninja. "Anna, you scared the crap out of me." I giggled, holding my hand against my chest.

"That was the point." She fired back, crossing her arms across her chest. I knew what she wanted so I let out a little sigh.

"I'm sorry, Anna. I take it all back," I smiled, letting her win this time. She nodded her head and began to leave my room. She was halfway down the hallway, heading towards her room when I stuck my head out of mine. "Anna, will you come and help me paint my nails, please?" I asked.

She immediately began sprinting down the halls. I hadn't seen her run that fast since I told her I had some leftover chocolate from Valentine's Day. She quickly took a seat on my floor and patted it for me to sit down.

I rolled my eyes and plopped down where she wanted me to. She quickly grabbed my hand, thinking about what to do next. "Which do you think will look better, a sky blue or a navy blue?" She questioned, knowing my favorite color.

"Hmmm, I'm feeling sky blue." I smiled back. She quickly dug through my nail polish box, looking for my remover and her next color. Anna loved doing my nails. If she could, she would paint them every day.

Merida
I pounded on his front door, hoping he would come soon. If anyone saw me at his house, my whole life would be ruined. All of my team members would shun me and people would think we were dating. After waiting for what seemed like decades, the door finally opened. "Hey, Merida." He greeted.

I burst through the door and slammed it shut behind me. "Sup, nerd," I answered, tossing my curly locks over my shoulder. Hiccup shrugged his shoulders, used to my nickname for him. Ever since I started failing math, my mother had given me a tutor.

He led me through his house towards the kitchen. I already had this place memorized because I've been coming here for about a year. Hiccup and I don't really talk during school since we are complete opposites. "Sit wherever you like." Hiccup stated as I tossed my bag to the side.

We took a seat at his dining room table. He had a nice house. His parents made plenty of money a year as did mine. It's only too bad that I have three annoying little brothers that like to hog all of my parents' money so I can't spend any on food or sports equipment. "What are we working on today?" I groaned.

"Our Calculus homework." He answered. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Math is probably the worst thing on the planet. Why would anyone enjoy this, especially Calculus?

"Oh, yay!" I sarcastically replied. He softly chuckled and flipped a couple of pages in his textbook.

"What did you get on your last test?" He asked. I nervously chuckled and tapped my pencil on the oak table. He shot me a glare and raised his eyebrow, wanting an honest answer.

"Funny story. See, I was studying for that test when I got a text from Shang asking if I was available to go shooting with him. Being the nice friend that I am, I decided to go shooting with him. We only shot a couple of arrows." I smiled, hoping that would answer his question.

"How many did you get wrong?" He asked, already knowing that I failed the test. He knows that I love archery, making it really hard for me to stay concentrated on my studying.

I let out a little sigh and looked at the opposite side. "I got sixteen wrong," I mumbled. I could feel his jaw drop. Oh great. Now I was going to get a scolding from him, too.

"Merida, you got 34%!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and looked back into his evergreen ones.

"It only sounds bad when you say it like that." I fired back. He began to tell about why I had to study and how I could study better. God, don't people realize that I'm trying? Don't they know that I want nothing to do with math? All I want to do is sports!

"Merida, you have to study." Hiccup sighed, shaking his head. My anger had already bubbled up inside of me.

"Don't you understand? I don't care about math. I don't need math! I'm going to get my scholarship in archery or basketball and that's my ticket to school. That's the only way I'm getting into school!" I shouted. He sat straight up, making me think he was going to walk away and end this study session.

"Don't you understand that if you fail math this semester that you won't be shooting this year? If you don't shoot this year, you aren't getting a scholarship in archery. If you fail another test this quarter, you aren't playing basketball this year. I get that math sucks for you, okay? But if you want to shoot professionally, then you better pass math." Hiccup fired back. I stopped and looked at him. How did this nerd understand what I was going through? He was the first one to understand that I didn't want anything to do with math. My mother usually brushed it off, telling me that math was important.

"Okay. I'll pass the next test. What do I need to know?" I asked. He quickly pulled the book towards us, pointing and explaining to me. I didn't really understand what he was saying, but at least now I knew why he cared so much. Now I knew why I was forced to have a tutor.

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Sorry I haven't updated this book in a while. Oops. Hopefully, I'll be able to work on this book more often! Are you guys excited for the new Beauty and the Beast?