A/N: This is my first story. I'm not sure how to write it so this will sort of be a rough draft. I hope you like it. It's a story in the making so it might have a few holes. This will probably be terrible but I'm writing it any way. Enjoy!

~A

"WHYYYY?!" Sora exclaimed when he found out the terrible news.

Mickey, who was still recovering from the ringing in his ears, replied, "Sora it's not that bad."

"Yes, it is"

"No, it's not"

"Yes, it is"

This went on for a good 5 minutes till Mickey finally countered with "I'm the King and you'll do as I say"

At this Sora put on his signature sad face and whimpered, "But I haven't been to school in forever. What if the people don't like me?"

Mickey face-palmed and went on. "Sora, 2 things. 1) You're at a school where people are trained in fighting, so people are going to like you. 2) Riku and Kairi will be there too."

Sora immediately put on a happy face, completing it with his award-winning grin, with the news that his best friend and long-time crush would accompany him. But then something started nagging at him.

" What's this school called, anyway?" Sora asked.

Mickey smirked. "Weaponry Arts Academy. It welcomes people from all across the universe, ranging from Kindergarten to college. It mainly draws on students from Destiny Island, Twilight Town, and Traverse Town."

"Oh….OK fine. I'll go. Tell me where to go." He replied unsurely.

Mickey continued the smirk till it was a smile. "CHIP!" he yelled. A chipmunk ran into the room with an index card and a pen in hand.

He picked them up and wrote an address on the slip. "Go there in a week's time." He handed Sora the paper.

The index card read" W.A.A. Building C Corridor K. Dorm 365. Get schedule in dorm, then meet me at the front office. Arrive by gummi ship. See you there."

1 WEEK LATER

He sat at the passenger seat of the ship with a weird mixture of boredom and excitement.

Mickey had sent a chauffer to pick Sora up, which saddened him because he had been looking forward to driving.

Finally they broke through the atmosphere of the world and looked down upon what had to be the most impressive collection of school he had ever seen.

"Weaponry Arts Academy" he whispered.