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Sep. 28th, 2010 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
diamond_intheroughWith a groan of frustration, Aladdin dumped the books that the Sultan had given him – “Just a little light reading, my boy, to prepare you for your lessons …” – on his bed.
“This is a bad idea, Abu. What do I know about being a student?”
His invitation to the Disney Academy had arrived a few days before and, after much deliberation and long conversations with all of his friends, Aladdin had finally made his decision. He had to go. The Black Mist was getting closer and closer every day and, so far, there seemed to be nothing – not even the phenomenal cosmic powers of the Genie – capable of stopping it. If travelling to the Academy could save Agrabah, turning down the invitation wasn’t an option.
That didn’t mean he was happy about it, though. For a start, he was going to miss Jasmine more than he could possibly say. And he already knew that he wasn’t going to be the best of students. He’d grown up on the streets of Agrabah. He was far from stupid, but he was street smart, not book smart. Yes, he could read and write, but only just and not very well. He was going to make a fool of himself in front of everyone. In front of Jasmine.
He dreaded that most of all. He knew that Jasmine loved him as much as he loved her, of course he did, but part of Aladdin would always wonder if someone like her – someone so intelligent and beautiful and perfect – could ever truly love someone like him.
With a sigh, Aladdin sank down on the edge of the bed.
“What if I can’t do this?”
For a moment, he wondered if Abu was actually going to answer him. Then, a few seconds later, the monkey jumped deftly to the window – what passed for the window, anyway – and pulled back the cloth that obscured the view. The sun was setting and the warm orange light reflected off the turrets and spires of the palace, making the building glow. How many times had he gazed out at that view, dreaming of something more? Now he was the hero of Agrabah, respected by the people and trusted by the Sultan! Now he was engaged to the princess! Yes, he’d been born a street rat, but that hadn’t held him back in the past. It wasn’t going to stop him now, either.
“Thanks, Abu.”
He jumped off the wall and landed on the bed next to Aladdin. It sounded like he’d said ‘you’re welcome’.
“This is a bad idea, Abu. What do I know about being a student?”
His invitation to the Disney Academy had arrived a few days before and, after much deliberation and long conversations with all of his friends, Aladdin had finally made his decision. He had to go. The Black Mist was getting closer and closer every day and, so far, there seemed to be nothing – not even the phenomenal cosmic powers of the Genie – capable of stopping it. If travelling to the Academy could save Agrabah, turning down the invitation wasn’t an option.
That didn’t mean he was happy about it, though. For a start, he was going to miss Jasmine more than he could possibly say. And he already knew that he wasn’t going to be the best of students. He’d grown up on the streets of Agrabah. He was far from stupid, but he was street smart, not book smart. Yes, he could read and write, but only just and not very well. He was going to make a fool of himself in front of everyone. In front of Jasmine.
He dreaded that most of all. He knew that Jasmine loved him as much as he loved her, of course he did, but part of Aladdin would always wonder if someone like her – someone so intelligent and beautiful and perfect – could ever truly love someone like him.
With a sigh, Aladdin sank down on the edge of the bed.
“What if I can’t do this?”
For a moment, he wondered if Abu was actually going to answer him. Then, a few seconds later, the monkey jumped deftly to the window – what passed for the window, anyway – and pulled back the cloth that obscured the view. The sun was setting and the warm orange light reflected off the turrets and spires of the palace, making the building glow. How many times had he gazed out at that view, dreaming of something more? Now he was the hero of Agrabah, respected by the people and trusted by the Sultan! Now he was engaged to the princess! Yes, he’d been born a street rat, but that hadn’t held him back in the past. It wasn’t going to stop him now, either.
“Thanks, Abu.”
He jumped off the wall and landed on the bed next to Aladdin. It sounded like he’d said ‘you’re welcome’.
