Walt Disney Academy

((Okay, seeing as we've got two male and two female characters, we'll just have Jim and Peter in one room and Rapunzel and Ariel in another. That cool for everyone?))
((And so, we now move on to...))

Day Two: Classes

Morning broke with the accompanying sound of a cheerfully beeping alarm clock. Which was quickly followed by the sound of that very same alarm clock being chucked against the nearest wall. Jim turned over in bed, groaning as he yanked the covers over his head. God, he hated mornings. Whoever had invented mornings sucked. Yesterday had been long, eventful, and kinda stressful for him, so naturally all the teen wanted to do was sleep for the next week.

That, however, clearly wasn't going to happen on Morph's watch. Growling under his breath, the boy drowsily swatted the floating pink blob away from his head. "Knock it of, Morph. Five more minutes." After a moment, it seemed as though the tiny alien had gotten the hint and decided to let him rest in peace. At least, it seemed like that....until a gallon of cold water was dumped on his head. "GAH!" Jim sat bolt upright in his now damp bed, suddenly wide awake and shivering pitifully. He glared up at the bucket floating nearby, which quickly shifted into a hysterically laughing Morph. "Oh, you are so dead!!"

And thus, the chase began. Really, he should've been used to this by now; while Jim wasn't a morning person in any meaning of the word, his pet certainly was. And if Morph was awake, chances were good that everyone else would be sooner or later. For the next five minutes or so, Jim got his morning exercise by chasing the little pink monster, more than likely waking up his roommate in the process. After all the excitement yesterday, he'd finally gotten his room assignment and met his roomate, who just so happened to be the flying kid that had decked Flynn. His name was Peter, and he seemed okay, but a bit chipper for Jim's tastes. Plus, he had this devilish smile that made the younger teen think he was planning something. It was more than a little unnerving, to be sure.

Jim finally gave up chasing Morph as he dissappeared under, knowing full well that the shapeshifter could be anywhere or anything by this point. "Alright, I'm up. Happy now?" Not expecting or waiting for an answer, the moistened teen stalked over to his drawer, grabbing the clothes he'd need for the day. God only know it was going to be a long one.

Peter stepped out of the shower with a smile on his face as he put on his bright green jeans and his green hat on his head "ready for class roomie" peter asked with a smile on his face

Jim pulled his head through the hole in his shirt, giving his roommate a skeptical look. See, this is exactly what he meant; way too chipper. No one was this happy this early in the morning, especially not on the first day of school. "Do you want me to answer that question honestly, or lie and tell you I'm thrilled?" he deadpanned, pulling on his jacket while scanning the room for his shoes. One day in this room and it was already a mess. That had to be some kind of a record.

While the boys were scouring for shoes, Ariel was brushing her hair, wearing a new purple dress, and dainty little slipons that matched. Ariel studied her own reflection in the mirror, and wondered how the day will unfold.
"Okay," she muttered to herself, and pulled out her schedule from her bag to make sure she was right, "I have History first, then Art, ... I have Science after that, and then I have Music,..."

"Alright Morph, I know you have my other shoe. Hand it over." Jim knew he must've looked pretty ridiculous talking to something under his bed, but this who situation was getting ridiculous. He was completely dressed and ready to go, save for his left boot, which he was pretty dang sure a certain shape-shifter had jacked. It'd been amusing the first ten times, but now the trick was just getting old. The teen pulled his head out from under the bed, looking around the room. He'd checked everywhere. "Okay, that's it. I'm giving you 'til the count of three to--OW!"

Well, at least he'd found his shoe, even if it had landed on his head first. Instead of a pink blob of protoplasm, though, he looked up to find a tiny girl fluttering above him, giggling with a small, bell-like sound. And when he said "tiny," he meant like the size of his thumb, maybe even smaller. Jim scowled, rubbing his head as he grabbed his footwear. "Thank you," he said with as much sarcasm as possible before turning to Peter. "Hey, you wanna keep your pet away from my stuff?"

Once he'd pulled on his other boot, the boy took out his class schedule, scanning over his classes for the day. First was history (his least favorite class; fantastic), then English, math, and finally autoshop. Well, at least he had something to look forward to. "Let's at least get something to eat first. I'm starved."

"one she's not a pet she's person and a fairy two tink you need to stay in your house or on my side of the room" peter said opening the window "see you in english roomie" peter said jumping out the window

Jim gawked as his roommate apparently committed suicide, but recovered when he remembered the whole 'being able to fly' deal. "Or you could jump out a window. That works, too." Must be nice to not have to walk everywhere. As for himself, solar surfers apparently counted as motorized vehicles, and couldn't be used on campus. So unless henwanted to land in detention (which he kinda wanted to avoid), he was currently grounded. Literally.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Jim made his way out of the dorms, down the stairs, and into the grand hall. It looked like he might actually make it to the cafeteria without running into trouble, but of course nothing could ever be that easy. Case in point, he'd gotten halfway when a giggling pink blur zipped out of his bag and rocketed down the hall at full speed. "Morph! Get back here!" the teen shouted, racing after the hyped-up shapeshifter. Pets (or in Peter's case, fairies) weren't against the rules, but they had to be kept in either the stables or the dorms during classes. So if a teacher saw Morph running rampant through the school, Jim was bound to catch hell for it.

Jim wasn't quite sure just what had happened next, but it had definitely happened fast. One minute he was bolting around a corner, the next he was face down on the ground and there was a cat shrieking nearby. Groaning in slight pain, he sat up to find a fat, sinister-looking grey cat nursing his tale shooting him what could only be described as a death glare. Jim scowled, returning the expression. He was pretty neutral on the whole 'cat-person vs dog-person' debate, but he knew for a fact that he didn't like this particular cat. "Now I know why pets are supposed to stay in the dorms," he quipped, standing up and brushing himself off.

"That rule only applies to students." Jim turned to the chilling voice, only to find the single creepiest woman he'd ever met. And for a guy who'd grown up around aliens, that was saying something. "And I'll thank you not to step on my little Lucifer's tail again." Sure enough, the evil furball was rubbing up against her leg, purring while giving Jim a 'you're gonna get it now' smirk.

"Uh, right," he muttered, suddenly feeling more than a bit uncomfortable. "Sorry about that. Won't happen again, Miss..."

"Tremaine." The teen struggled not to flinch at that answer. This was his new history teacher. Crap. "See to it that it doesn't, or next time I'll be forced to give you a detention."

"...Fooooor tripping over your cat?"

If looks could kill, Jim knew he'd be six feet under right now. "For running in the halls. As well as behavior unsuitable for a...young gentleman." He could tell from the scrutinizing look that she uses that term very loosely. "Off you go." Jim didn't need to be told twice. Resisting the urge to start running again, he set off to find the cafeteria, hoping he was able to find Morph before she did.


((For anyone who doesn't know, Lady Tremaine is the evil stepmother from Cinderella, and even after all these years, she still terrifies me. XD 
You guys can choose what characters teach what classes, and they can be playable by anyone. Personally, I think it'd be hilarious if most of the teachers were villains.))

Rapunzel got out of bed and brushed her hair with Pascal's help. "These days are going to be long if we have to keep getting up four hours earlier than everyone else just to do my hair Pascal." She commented, as she noticed the little chameleon nod in agreement and sigh as he brushed the last little knot out of her hair with his tiny little brush. After the brushing was done, Pascal and herself started platting it until it all neatly platted up and just fell above her ankles in length.

"Okay, so classes, let's see... English lit class, then Art, then maths..urgh, then music. Shouldn't be too hard to get through all those!" She said, looking positive of her first day of classes and meeting new students. She walked out of her room, whilst Pascal struggled to put little dolly shoe slipons on her feet. Rapunzel had a habit of 'forgetting' her shoes as she preferred to be bare footed most of the time. She saw Ariel and smiled. "Morning Ariel!" She chirped happily. "What class do you have first? I have English lit, then Art" Rapunzel said, wanting to make friends with Ariel.

peter floated next to Jim "hey you know I could teach you to fly after class if you wanted to if you do meet me at the football field after class" Peter said sitting down in his english lit class. "good morning peter" said a man with a hook for a hand "good morning mr.hook" Peter replied " are you going to take the team to state again this year" Mr.Hook asked "of course sir" peter said with smile. "very good have a seat and we'll start class soon" Mr.Hook said as he wrote on the board

(thought it would be awesome if peters enemy was his teacher)

Jim stalked through campus, chewing moodily on a muffin from the cafeteria. In five minutes, he'd be in his hour long history class with the Crazy Cat Lady, as he'd so affectionately dubbed Ms. Tremaine after their first meeting. God, that woman scared him. Plus, he'd yet to find Morph, and could only guys as to what kind of havoc the little monster was wreaking through the school. Hard to believe it was only the first day and his life already sucked.

"Hey, Jim!"

"GAH!" The poor teen nearly had a heart attack as Peter suddenly flew up next to him. Jim took a few deep breaths, trying to settle his frantic heart. "Okay, that'll take some getting used to," he muttered to himself. Once he'd recovered from shock and listened to his roommate's proposal, the teen's eyes widened and jaw dropped. "Wait, you can really teach me. That's... awesome!" If he couldn't use a surfer here, he'd have to be crazy to turn down a chance to get off the ground. "Football field after school, got it. See you then." Jim watched as the older boy flew off, his mood having improved severely. He was actually going to learn how to fly, motorized vehicle not included. How cool was that?

His moment didn't last as the bell rang, signaling two minutes before classes. Not wanting to give Tremaine any reason to issue a detention (there was no way he'd be able to survive an hour after school alone with her), the sophomore raced to his class, which luckily wasn't too far away. In fact, he was there before half the class, even the teacher. Thanking Lady Luck for giving him a break for once, Jim leaned back in his chair, enjoying the precious moments before class started.

((Excellent choice! lol, Disney High: Giving new meaning to "evil teachers." XD))

"I have History first, with Tremain, then I have art, too. I'll see you there, then!" Ariel said with a smile, as she headed to her first class with the hated Tremain.

"See you then!" She waved to Ariel, before she looked at the time on the clock on the wall above her. "Oh no!" She yelped!

Rapunzel ran to her english lit classroom, getting rather lost in the process. "Ohhh I'm going to be in SO much trouble with my teacher! As if Mother wasn't bad enough!" She complained, remembering the days of her fake mother's torment and teasing and the years of being trapped inside her tower. She shook the thoughts out of her head quickly, finding her classroom, she almost ran straight into the door. Stopping herself just in time, she slapped her hand on the door, before finding the door handle, turning it to the left and opening the big glass and wooden door.

She walked in, noticing a few of the students staring at her for being practically late by a couple of minutes. She cringed when she realised this, and cringed even more when she took her first look at Mr. Hook. 'So that's why he's called mr hook' she thought to herself, taking a glance at his right hand. "I'm so sorry I'm late sir! I got lost.. I'm the new student Rapunzel." She told him, hoping she won't get into trouble.

(Rapunzel is a new student but a senior due to her age which is why I thought she could be in Peter's class?? Hope that's okay with everyone!)

It never took Belle anytime to get up in the morning. In fact, Belle often found herself wandering around campus first thing in the morning, and this morning was no different. Belle had risen early, tip-toed out of the room making sure not to wake her sleeping roommates and had wandered around campus. She english, maths and finally music, but first was a lesson with the incredibly strict Ms Tremain. Arriving a few minutes ahead of everyone, Belle sat in her normal seat directly by the only window in the classroom and fished out the history book she need as well as the story book she had just began and was already finding to be a page turner. Flicking this book open she began to read and waited for other students to arrive.

Belle didn't even notice the ring of the bell and didn't look up until she heard the scraping of chairs as other students walked into the classroom. Sighing, she placed her leather bookmark in between the pages she had been reading, and slid the book back into her satchel. Glancing around the room, she notice one of the boys who had been lost yesterday, she smiled sweetly at him and then began to stare absent-mindedly until Ms Tremain walked into the room.

"it's okay Rapunzel take a seat next to peter and we'll begin shortly" Mr. Hook said pointing his hook which he screwed off and replaced with a pointer. Peter smiled and waved at rapunzel "hey I'm peter" The boy in green said

Jim rested his head in the desk as the rest of tricked in, all looking just about as thrilled as he felt. Despite the somber mood in the room, he was pleasantly surprised to glance around and see a semi-familiar face: the girl who'd helped him get his dorm and class assignments the previous day. The teen picked his head up off of the desk, smiling and giving a small wave to the dark-haired girl. At least he wouldn't have to suffer alone. One other student in particular caught his eye, a girl with bright red hair that made her stick out like a sore thumb. Come to think of it, Peter had described someone like that. What was her name? Annabel, Abigail... Ariel! Yes, that was it, Ariel. 

He was considering introducing himself when a dry voice broke the murmur in the room. "Everyone take you seats." she didn't have to ask twice; anyone still standing immediately dropped into the nearest desk. "Good. Welcome to history, everyone. First of all, I'd like to go over a few rules. Anyone who fails to follow them will serve afterschool detention. Lateness will not be tolerated, nor will speaking out of turn. There shall be no food, cellphones, or other nonessentials permitted in my class...."

The list continued, but to be perfectly honest, Jim was getting absolutely nothing out of this lecture. Basically, he could see Tremaine's lips moving, but all he heard was "blah, blah, blah." Already bored of listening to her drone, he decided to pass the time by trying to make a new friend. Making sure he didn't get caught, the sophomore quickly scribbled a note onto a piece of paper, folded it in half, and slipped it under the redhead's textbook where it would be just in her sight.

"Ariel, right? I'm Jim, Peter's new roommate."

((*glomps fayefaraway* YAY!! More people!! :D))

Ariel saw the note slipped in her textbook, and the first thing she thought was, "Nice." She smiled and, her eyes still on the teacher, slipped the note out of her textbook and glanced at it. She smiled and wrote, "Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you, Jim. How you like being Peter's roommate so far?" She folded it back up, but before she could do anything else, she heard. "Miss Ariel."
She winced and looked up at Ms Tremaine.
"Would you like to share that note with me?" Tremaine asked cruelly. Luckily, Ariel was prepared. She handed Ms. Tremaine a slip of paper that looked exactly like the note she wrote, but when Tremaine opened it, it was math notes she wrote last year. Throwing the paper next to Ariel's desk, she walked up to the front of the room again. "As I was saying,..." Tremaine continued.
Ariel breathed a sigh of relief, and without paying herself any attention, she slipped the note back under Jim's desk.

Rapunzel nodded shyly at Mr Hook but smiled when she saw Peter sitting next to a empty desk and chair. She waved shyly, by just wriggling her fingers and walked over to the seat and sat down "Hi, I'm Rapunzel!" she replied sweetly, making sure not to sit on her hair. Luckily after 18 years she had got rather good at making it look effortless and not at all troublesome. She heard a few students mutter about how she could walk and sit without her hair getting in the way. She sighed at the mutters, and even though her hair was neatly platted up and kept in place by fake flowers, it still caused an uproar of disbelief and awe.

She hid Pascal on her lap as she got out her book on english literature and shakespeare in particular. After getting her books out of her bag, she took out her pencil case that she made herself, and patted Pascal on his little head, as he changed colour to blend in with her skirt. Smiling at her little friend, she looked up at the front of the class, ready to hear Mr. Hook start the class.

It took all of Jim's self-control not to utter every colorful curse word he knew when Tremaine appeared next to the redhead's desk. Oh, they were in big trouble now. He was pretty sure that extensive list of rules had mentioned something about passing notes. Which not only meant that he was going to get detention (which, in all honesty, was bound to happen anyway), but he'd dragged Ariel into it, too.

Luckily for the both of them, it turned out that the junior had come prepared. As Jim watched in amazement, she fautlessly switched the real note out for a replacement and offered that to evil history teacher, all the while looking perfectly innocent. When Tremaine returned to the front of the classroom, seemingly dissapointed that she hadn't been able to dish out a detention on the first day of classes, Ariel quickly wrote out a response and handed the note to the dumbstruck sophomore. Shaking his head to snap out of his state of amazement, Jim took the paper, scanned the message, quickly scrawled out a response. Once he was certain Tremaine wouldn't turn around, he handed the paper back, shooting the red-haired girl a smile.

"First off: That was pure genius. Second: Is Pete always so happy? It's like hanging out with one of those giant yellow smiley-faces!

Ariel made sure Tremaine wasn't paying her attention toward this side of the classroom, then wrote her response hoping the teacher wouldn't notice much, or maybe she'd think Ariel was taking notes.
When she passed the paper back to Jim, it said:
First, thanks, I have experience. And second, lol. Yeah he's pretty much a giant green mass of happiness, normally.

"hey there I'm peter its nice to meet you" Peter said offering his hand "so are you a junior or a senior" he asked

Rapunzel smiled, glad that she could be possibly making a friend in someone at this huge school. "I'm a senior, what about you?" She asked Peter, mostly paying attention to him, but also making sure she was paying enough attention to Mr. Hook so she didn't get into trouble with her first teacher of the day. After the poor treatment she received from Mother Gothel she was so intent in not getting into trouble with anymore adults.

She looked again at Hook's pointer attached to his hand. "What happened to his hand? It's kinda creepy..." Rapunzel couldn't help but ask Peter, as she jotted down notes that Hook was writing down on the board.

"oh he got it bit off by a gator don't mention it to him or clocks otherwise he goes on a rampage" Peter said "so where are you from"

Jim chuckled quietly at Ariel's response, glancing up to make sure Tremaine hadn't heard. How awkward would it be to have to explain why he was giggling during a lesson about the Black Plague? Still, it was nice to see that he wasn't the only one who had that impression of his roommate. Besides, the girl had managed to outwit their history teacher, so she was more than alright in his book.

After what felt like an hour, the bell rang and Jim all but bolted out of the room, more than happy to be out of that room. He was quite sure Tremaine's eyes had been peering into his soul. He hung around the door for a short while, though, waiting for Ariel and the dark-haired girl.

When the bell finally rang, Ariel left the classroom and as she walked past Jim, she turned, walked backwards, and doubled back toward him, still smiling.

For a second, Jim's heart sank a bit as Ariel sauntered right past him, thinking she may have just been trying to be pilot and wasn't really interested in talking to him at all. Yes, that thought was a bit ridiculous, but the teen wasn't exactly known for having the best self-esteem. His fears were immediately disproven, however, as the redhead backtracked and turned to face him. The boy blinked for a moment, then chuckled, returning her smile. Oh, yeah. He was definitely going to like this girl.

"So, please tell me not every teacher is like that," he mock-begged, pointing his thumb in the general direction of their history class. "I'm not going to survive the year otherwise." Even as he chatted with the older student, Jim couldn't shake the feeling that he was forgetting something. Then it hit him. "Uh, hey, Pete offered to teach me how to fly after this class. Apparently, he can do that." The teen shrugged. "Anyway, you wanna come watch me fall flat on my face?" The sad part of that question: that was actually quite likely to happen. At the back of his mind, Jim knew inviting a pretty girl to watch him make a fool of himself wasn't that great of an idea, but hopefully she wouldn't point and laugh. That would kinda suck.