Disclaimer: I own no copyrights affiliated with any Disney film, characters, or items thereof and therefore do not have any monetary gain in writing and publishing this story. I do, however, own the rights to my own OC's to be mentioned in this story: Leanne Hawkins, Arthur Robinson, Renak, and Mitzi, as well as any others I may create as the story continues. I do not own the rights to any OC's submitted and used in the story, I only have expressed permission by their creators to exploit them.

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"Welcome, young students, to the campus of Disney Academy! Here you will live and thrive, learn and-!"

Intercoms littered throughout the school blasted these generic messages from the moment the first teacher arrived and well into the morning as the halls filled with children of all ages. Some ignored the noise, walking with purpose towards a crowd of friends or perhaps merely dismissing it as white noise in the background. Others basked in the glory of being a student at this new school, where they planned on exploiting every option and making the most out of what this new adventure would throw at them. And still others, like one student in particular, had only just arrived at the beginning our tale and barely registered that anyone was even speaking.

And we go now to this young lady mentioned as the story unfolds, for there is always a grand scheme afoot when it comes to the world of Disney...


Leanne Hawkins

Heart pounding, blood racing, arms aching. Goodness, those'd be lyrics to a terrible song! But they're perfect to describe my current situation, hauling ass on the first day of school just to keep from being late. Not my worst first day, that honor would belong to 7th grade when it was raining and the bus I used to get to school broke down, but it would still be high on my list of Freshman Year No-No's. Very high.

But as I ran down the street, sweat already starting to form in embarrassing places, I was reminded of that day two years ago and thought to myself Gee, this is some major déjà vu. What, with my dad's old-and-now-new solar surfer under my arm after glitching out a mile shy of the campus border. So I had to run the rest of the way with a heavy piece of junk on the very first day. This wouldn't have happened if Dad had just dropped me off here a week ago.

Like a normal kid!

After all my ordeals and morning troubles I finally sighted the campus once more. I paused in my running for a second, marching in place and patting the brick walls that led to the front gate for luck. With the sentiment out-of-the-way I broke into a sprint to the gate with glee. No, I wasn't excited to start school. I was fucking stoked to make some new friends. Not trying to brag, but I consider myself to be pretty likeable and it beats going through high school with only my roommate to talk to. That would be horrid.

Turning the corner of the gate - and slipping between a couple of guys just standing there staring like they'd hit the jackpot - I felt like I was home free and ready to rule the world. Yeah, that's swell until you run into someone. I dunno if it was my brain not registering that there was a boy standing directly in my path or if he'd just stepped in the way at the wrong time, but we both crashed to the cement like bowling pins sprawled across the ground.

"Ow!" He whined, lifting a hand up to pick a book up off his chest that he'd apparently been carrying or reading before the incident. The boy then dropped it next to him on the ground and propped himself on his shoulders to stare at me like I'd grown some sort of tumor on my noggin. I ignored his gaze, standing up from having landed on my stomach and brushing dirt from a small scrap on my arm. My solar surfer had skidded a way's away near the feet of a bunch of girls, but when I looked over hoping for a helping hand they just scoffed and carried on whispering to each other fervently. Tch, typical.

I offered a hand down to him, of which he reluctantly took, and helped to hoist him to his feet. Muttering a quick "Sorry" I stomped over to where my ride had gone - the area now vacant since those other girls had hit the trail when they noticed I was entering their little "personal bubble" - to pick it up once more. The boy I'd crashed into yelled something after me but it got drowned out by the roar of all the other students milling around the courtyard and I refused to go back and risk both of us being late to wherever we had to meet first.

My dad had received both my schedule and a map about a month ago, both tucked safely inside my messenger bag, and there had been mention of an assembly of some sort in the invitational letter, but no further news was provided about where the heck I was meant to go first: the auditorium or my first class. I pondered the idea of asking some one in the front office where the Principal or Headmaster or whatever had us scheduled to go when a familiar voice spoke up to my left.

"It has been awhile, Leo."

I couldn't believe it, but my ears have never lied to me before. Spinning on a heel I turned to face the skinny blonde boy I thought I'd never see again. He looked just as I remembered him: curly blonde hair and pastel blue eyes, an all-knowing smirk super glued onto his face. "Matty-kins!"

His smirk wavered for a second before he sighed, the "routine" returning. "I remember telling you to call me by my given name. But, it is still nice to see you." He pushed off of the brick wall he had been leaning against to pull me into a hug, which I gladly accepted. I wondered for a moment if anyone else from his side of the universe was attending the school too, but chose to ignore that curious notion.

"I would totally call you 'Matthieu', but it's such a mouthful." I countered after letting him go, holding the solar surfer angled beneath my arm to keep it from stabbing him or anyone moving around behind me. "Hey, quick question: do you know where we're supposed to go first? I'm not sure if we head to first period or if we get our dorm situations settled first."

We both began walking down a corridor path that led towards an unusually plain building - strange, because when we traded our first impressions we both had figured everything would look like a storybook paradise. The roof was a red wedge of tiles and the walls were off-white, but when we got closer a sign read across the glass doors Administration. When we were a few feet away Matthieu turned away and began walking towards an open field around the back of the building, where a giant in-ground ampitheatre was carved into a small hill. Students of all walks of life were making bee lines toward the place, some quicker than others, I suppose, to get the best seats or reserve spots for friends. "There was a letter sent out late a week or two ago saying to report to the Ampitheatre on account of dorm placement. It mentioned a personalized quiz, but not many people recieved it I guess because of mailing issues world-wide - or in your case universally. And Matthieu is less of a mouthful than 'Matty-kins', Leo."

"Alright, you've got me beat!"

We both laughed on our way to our seats, bickering over where to take our places until one of Matt's friends that I hadn't ever met before - William Hatter, he introduced himself as, "but you can call me 'Will'" - waved us both over. We exchanged pleasantries and boasted about our respective parentage but in the end I lost Matt's attention and settled with staring around the enormous crowd. How many people could they fit in one school? The curved seating arrangement took up half a football field's length alone! Every now and then I'd catch someone's gaze, other people just gawking at the sheer size of their new home, but no one too memorable popped out at me. And of course, after a moment of a roaring chatter all around, a silence like a magic spell descended on the crowd and two lines of adults entered from the left and right of the stage up front. From the very middle stepped, well... a mouse. Or at least, she/it/they looked like a mouse. Long tail, large black ears, somehow walking in a bipedal position, but an adorable pink bow. Not that I like pink or anything.

She - I'm very certain it was a girl - stepped up to an oak lecturn gilded with lillies along the side that automatically adjusted to her size. She grabbed up a thin stack of papers from the stand and handed them to another mouse that dashed out from the side of the theater to take them off the stage. When that matter was settled she cleared her throat once like she was going to speak and then lowered her shoulder to let something off of her shoulder. A flea? A green flea with... a top hat, and a fancy suit.

There's the strangeness I was missing.


Arthur Robinson

"Pardon me, everyone, if ya can't quite see me very well." Began the humble Jiminy Cricket. "It's not my place to speak in front of the whole school, but our Headmaster is quite busy with other preparations so he asked us two Guidance Counsellors to step in for him." I wondered how much finagling this "Headmaster" had to do to get him to be on the staff. Of course, he was a very generous character so it may not have taken that much. Ugh, I had to mentally scold myself. Stop talking like we're still in the future. He isn't dead yet.

I could hear snickering behind me, the Populars having set up base camp in the row directly behind me. I figured they had some sort of radar to tell them who were the nerds and where they were at, but thankfully they didn't seem to pay me much mind. They were going on whispering about how Jiminy was lucky he didn't teach any classes because they'd never take him seriously - someone even brought up the idea of squashing them under their boot - and I was very tempted to point out that some of them died in very horrendous ways later in life but bit my tongue quite literally to keep from talking. It's hard to be the son of Cornelius Robinson, harder still to be from the future but living in the "present".

Despite all this going on Jiminy and Minnie were still going on and explaining the purpose of the school-wide meeting. Minnie had stepped forward now, removing the microphone from its stand so as to keep from literally talking over poor Jiminy. "Now I understand we're all excited to start our first year together here at Disney Academy," Minnie began in her caring manner. "but before we can completely settle into things Jiminy and I have decided on a fair and personalized way to figure out who'll be bunking with whom and which dorms they'll be using. Sadly we had to wait until everyone arrived, but don't worry too much, because we'll have everyone's arrangement and dorm assignments fixed before lunch and after 4th period. At that time you may all drop off any of your possesions that you've given to us for safe keeping into your respective dorms and then be back on your way to the cafeteria."

Jiminy hopped back onto Minnie's shoulder to speak into the microphone, tipping his hat down to Mickey who still held the stack of papers from earlier. "Now, my dear friend and one of your new Administrators is going to pass out the 'quiz' for your dorm assignments. We ask that you answer as truthfully as possible, you'll be each other's new best friends for the rest of the year, after all."

As expected, a chorus of hushed laughter erupted behind me. I myself couldn't help but wonder how Mickey would manage to pass them out to this large crowd. The last thing I could imagine would be the papers just appearing in my lap, everyone's laps in fact, so of course it would happen. How could I forget, Mickey was a sorcerer's apprentice once.

"Now there isn't any rush," Minnie piped up. "no need to leave out important information. But we would like to get them in as quickly as possible so we can begin the school day."

It seemed like that was the gist of the meeting and I glanced down at the quiz. Two and a half papers, plenty of space to write. How many roommates would you like? Maybe two or three. What kind of roommate would you like? I guess they meant personality-wise. That would make the most sense - but with a school like this you never truly knew. I quickly scribbled down my answers and folded the paper up. I could feel a gaze behind me and figured one of the Populars tried being smart and purposefully wrote down the same things as me.

That plan wouldn't backfire.

The quiz papers vanished from our hands when everyone was done and I noticed Minnie and Jiminy had left the stage. Instead of the mouse and cricket, a graying woman stepped forward. I knew it couldn't be possible, she shouldn't be here. Another student must have known something as well because way off on the other end of the audience someone stood up and yelled something that was lost in the sea of murmurs. Several of the faculty onstage seemed put off as well, and I could see Cinderella in particular look away as she shuffled at the end of the line of teachers. Mickey had, at that time, stepped back up to stand beside the woman, but even he was nervous about the situation it seemed.

"Now then," Spoke the elder woman. "since we've settled those matters I assume it's time to begin introducing your superiors." A pause broke her commanding voice as Mickey leaned up to whisper something to her. "Hm, I mean your teachers. If you do not yet know me, you may call me either Mrs. or Lady Tremaine. Nothing else shall suffice."

Mickey spoke up once more, trying to act cheerful for our sakes. "And I'm sure most of you all know who I am, Mickey Mouse. Mrs. Tremaine and I will be your main Administrators for both the animal and humanoid classes. She and Mrs. Doppler will be those you go to if you are human or human-like, Zazu and I will be available for the animal students." Here he motioned off towards the crowd behind him and stepped back as, one-by-one, the faculty introduced themselves.

Some of them surprised me to be honest, mostly the animal teachers since as of then I had no clue we even had animal students. Some of them just flew over my head unless I remembered them from my schedule, but I made a mental note to memorize some faces: Tiana and Naveen taught Home Economics and Royal Etiquette, respectively; there were several lions that taught several different kinds of animal classes; there was a Gym teacher who introduced herself as Helga Sinclair, I remember her because she had several burn scars on her body; and of course Merlin himself was present, teaching some course called Magical Studies.

Once everyone seemed satisfied and had gotten their proper intro, the teachers and other staff members began to file off the stage and take up spots near the exits. I figured that was the end of the meeting and stood up along with several others around the area. Without really meaning to, I turned to look back at the few adults still standing on the stage. Lady Tremaine stood with a scowl on her face, and by that point another woman had walked over to glower at the students as well. Drizella, seriously? How many other villains made it onto the staff? Tremaine was supposed to still be a frog, she'd been turned into one after trying to rewrite history. I knew all about people changing the past.

"Hey blondie, get moving!" With a frown I turned to see the girl I had been sitting next to tapping her feet impatiently. Just my luck, another chick I've made angry. I dipped my head, embarassed, and shuffled out of the row in silence. Women were always right, my mom had cemented that into my brain before I left home. I trudged up the aisle with all the others trying to escape the claustrophobia cage and breathed a sweet sigh of relief when I hit open air. I had high hopes for this year, I wouldn't be "Wilbur's brother" here. No, I planned on making my own name in this place. Look out world, Arthur Robinson's gonna rock you!

...

That sounded better in my head...


AN: Yes, this is an SYOC. Submission info will be on my profile. I will not accept characters through review.