Author's Note: Hey guys! It's my first fanfic series! I'm so excited~ I hope you guys enjoy this, and please R&R! Oh, and no flaming please.
Walt Disney High School is a school for the artistic and social elite; prestigious bloodlines, the richest families and the most talented individuals are the only applications that the school board would even consider to touch. High tuition costs, rigorous courses and a guaranteed future in any artistic field of the student's choice are a few of the things an outsider would find when they examined the school. For it is, indeed, one of the most taxing schools to ever exist to the middle-class and lower-class.
However, the attending students are blissfully unaware of the differences between their and the lower social groups. While the opportunity for scholarship students exists, the school board has never encountered an application for anyone whose family makes less than $4,000,000 per year. If an application from a common student were to ever appear, it would be a historic moment for the elite school.
Such an occasion arrived on a calm spring day, when one of the school board members, Mr. Donald Duck, took to his daily paperwork. The albino socialite was expecting the usual extensive workload: a few stacks of papers on this, a few piles of papers on that or the other, and finally a long talk to the president about how he should be doing his work, not his vice president. In fact, he had finally finished the first load concerning the different families who wished to help fund the Annual W.D.H.S. Ball when a lime green envelope caught his eye. Curious, he picked it up and opened it, and thus proceeded to read its contents. It didn't take long for the high-strung man to give a calm and reasonable reaction:
"WAAAAACK! GOOFY, GET OVER HERE!" Nearly on cue, a tall, lanky man stumbled into Donald Duck's office with an odd expression of vacancy and curiosity on his face. Captain Goofy was the Head of Security at the school (though many protested against the decision to make him so), and a close friend to both the vice president and the president.
"Hi-yuck, what's the matter, Donald?" he asked, grinning stupidly as he tried to comb his messy black hair with his fingers. Donald ran over to him, nearly tripping over stacks of papers doing so. He waved the letter in his hand erratically in the other man's face.
"Th-this letter! It-it-it's a…It's a…!" His eyes moved from Goofy to someone behind him. "President Mickey!" he said, going over to him. "This letter is-"
"Aha, what's the matter with the letter, guys?" the older man asked, taking the letter into his hands. President Mickey Mouse was, as the title suggests, was the president of the school board. He was known for abandoning his regular duties to be with his sweetheart and wife, Mrs. Minne Mouse; more notable traits he could be remembered for were his abnormally large ears and black hair that seemed to give him a pair of mouse ears. Donald finally seemed to gather his words together at this time and said, "That letter; it's a scholarship letter!" Silence followed this statement for a few moments; the expressions of shock and disbelief were evident upon Goofy and Mickey's faces. It took a while for this information to process into the minds of the president and the Head of Security, but after a few minutes Mickey spoke:
"You-you don't mean, Donald, that…it's a commoner's application?" Donald nodded furiously, and Goofy's mouth proceeded to open in awe. "W-why, this is unheard of!" Mickey read the letter, and sure enough, it was a scholarship application; from a commoner. He read it aloud to the two beside him:
'To the school board of Walt Disney High School, I would like to make a request: please allow me to audition for a scholarship to your school. I understand that you have advanced courses, expensive tutoring costs and a high standard of who attends your school, but I also understand that an outside student who wishes to transfer into W.D.H.S. may audition for attendance if they have a recommendation from a current or past student of the same school. The paper attached to this letter is a recommendation letter from my dear friend, Phoebus de Chateaupers. He is a current student who I believe is one of the most outstanding leaders of your school, and I do hope that you will read his letter and understand his reasons for recommending me.
I hope to receive a response as soon as you can.
Yours truly, Erin Priddy'
The three men stared at the signature at the end of the letter, and Donald sneered. "Of course we won't respond! Why should we waste our time?" Still, he eyed the paper below the letter with curiosity. "However, if it's the de Chateaupers family that recommended this commoner…" Goofy grinned, and nudged Mickey.
"I say we give 'er a chance! Imagine having someone different at our school!" Mickey stared at the letter, thinking hard about the situation before him. He folded up the letter and placed it back in the envelope. "…Mickey?"
"I'm going to talk to the founder about this," the president said, clutching the papers tightly. "He'll have the final say in this." Donald and Goofy exchanged glances, and Mickey added, "We're all best friends, and I do respect your opinion, guys, but I think Walt should decide this." Goofy nodded while Donald let out a sigh, and the two watched as their friend left to go visit the founder.