Chapter One: First Bell of a New School...
Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby blinked rapidly as they craned their necks up to stare at the large private academy that they were being sent to. Apparently what their guardians forgot to tell them was that they were attending a private school, and were required to wear a school uniform. The three boys were all dressed in dark blue slacks, dark navy blue sweaters with matching ties over pressed white dress shirts, and black dress shoes. Webby was dressed similarly, however she was wearing a plaid dark blue skirt, black dress shoes, a white blouse, the same dark navy blue tie as the boys, and a dark navy blue sweater vest pulled over the top of that. Her pink bow in her hair was the only thing that was the same as usual.
"Sooo, are we sure we want to actually go through with this?" Louie questioned as he shoved his hands into his pockets, eyeing the large building.
"Uh...didn't think that Ducksburg had that many rich kids here." Webby commented as she shifted uneasily.
Huey frowned as he reached up instinctively to tug on his hat...before remembering that he was not wearing it at that moment. Dropping his hand to his side, he spoke matter of factly. "Actually, Ducksburg Academy is known for offering scholarships. Of course, if you have one, then there they have a list of extra rules for you to follow. Basically, your grades have to meet a certain criteria...and depending on what the scholarship is, you have to participate in some extracurricular activity. Most scholarships are for sports, though they also provide some for chess geniuses, natural robotics, I heard that once they had offered a scholarship to this kid that was way too smart to be normal."
Louie stifled a fake yawn, walking up to the large doors. "How about less chit chat and more getting this over with." He pushed the large bronze doors open.
The four friends walked into the school, their mouths dropping open as they scanned the crowded hallways. Kids of all ages, six year old kindergartners to eighteen year old seniors, crowded the halls. They were all shouting and rushing off in all directions, groups of them cluttering walkways as they chattered with each other. Webby subconsciously reached over and grabbed Dewey's hand, who in response grabbed Louie's hand. Louie tried to be subtle about his grabbing Huey's hand.
"Yeah…. I think getting lost in here is a very real possibility…" They whispered in almost perfect unison.
"Quick! Our schedules! We need to get to our first class!" Huey quickly took charge fumbling with his bright red backpack. A minute later he pulled out his class schedule. "Ok...First class for us is...Math. Shouldn't be too hard."
"No it isn't. It's, ugh, P.E." "No it isn't. It's… HIstory, really?" "Nope...What's Drama?"
The three froze as they registered what they just said. Frantically they shoved their schedules together to quickly compare and contrast what was printed on the papers. Huey's froze as an edge of worry slipped into his voice. "Ok...Ok...We can do this… um… looks like….we have lunch together and it doesn't say where it takes place at...so maybe we can pick somewhere to meet up at?"
"How about this Illusions class that we all have for sixth hour? It is literally the only actual class that any of us will be able to see each other." Dewey pointed out the class listed at the very end of their schedules.
"Wait! How are we supposed to know how our day is going and if someone needs help with something if we're never together?" Louie hissed as panic rose up.
"We'll figure something out...how hard can school be anyway? We've survived the Living Mummies of Toth-Ra! And like a million other dangerous, life-threatening things that I'm sure that no one else has been on!" Dewey waved his arms around in the air wildly, still clutching his schedule.
No sooner had the words escaped his mouth, the school bell rang out to signal everyone to start heading to their first class of the day. Panic surge through the kids as everyone in the halls suddenly surged forth, as well as kids that had been out of sight, getting last minute help on various homework assignments, surging out of classroom doors.
"Ah! Fire!" Webby cried out in alarm, unaware what the bell was.
The triplets, who had been away from actual school for so long that they had forgotten about school bells, nearly did the same, before they noticed that a group of older students were laughing at their adoptive sister.
"Oooh, lookie there… some new dumbies that think that they can last here." Pausing to sniff the air as if they had skipped their morning baths, which they hadn't!, "That was the school bell if you didn't caught on. You're supposed to head to class now...if you can even find it to begin with."
Webby, obliviously, thanked the older boy for his so called kind words, drawing more laughter from the group. Huey, Louie, and Dewey crossed their arms as they stepped forward to stand between her and them. They pushed past, shoving the group of four apart.
Huey, already catching onto what that meant, promptly yelled at his family members. "We only have five minutes to get to class! It's like fighting Magica! Scatter and do what you do best to get to your class on time! Ready….now!" Huey ducked suddenly, making a break for it.
The rest followed suit, Webby and Dewey somehow making their way up above the lockers so as to avoid the mad crush of young ducks below. Louie weaved his way through everyone, making flirtatious compliments to various young girls to get them to step to the side. Huey was more...normal than the others. He had his schedule in one hand, and a compass in the other which is where his abnormality came in.
~One Minute Till School Starts Officially (Huey)~
Huey sighed as he slipped into the Pre-Algebra classroom. The teacher frowned, looking confused about his compass. Noticing this, he smiled warmly at her, slipping it into his pocket. "A Junior Woodchuck is always prepared." He announced as matter of factly that he would have done so if it were a member of the McDuck family.
"If you say so…" She looked at him dubiously.
~One Minute Till School Starts Officially (Louie)~
"...And I have arrived! Thank you very kindly." Louie swept low in a mock bow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he tried to figure out how to con his way out of this.
The P.E. instructor, a rather large, bulky male pelican, frowned as he glowered at Louie. "Get in line. Once I've marked you on the roll, go over there to change into your P.E. clothes. I want you to run around the gym twice after that. Questions? Ask one of the other boys for help. Clear punk?"
Louie sighed, before rolling his eyes at him. "Got it...and the name is Louie Duck...as in nephew to Scrooge McDuck."
"And I was a drill sergeant for the military just five months ago...and look where we are." He snapped his fingers as he pointed to where he wanted Louie to stand.
Louie grumbled to himself, frustrated that the man apparently didn't care for his lineage.
~One Minute Till School Officially Starts (Dewey)~
Dewey jumped down from the lockers and rolled into his classroom. Springing back to his feet with a flourish of his hands, he cried out happily. "Ta-da!"
"Can you not walk like a normal person young man?" His teacher, a rather stern looking woman that made him suspect might be even a tougher nut to crack than Mrs. Bleakley, drawled out as she crossed her arms in annoyance.
Dewey glanced around, noticing that he was the last one there, leaving only a single desk in the clear back open for him. "Sorry? Mrs. Bleakley doesn't mind how we get around the house as long as we don't break anything. Expensive stuff, ya know?"
"No...I don't know. In my opinion, Mrs. Bleakley should reconsider how she is raising you. Honestly one would think you were raised in a barn for most of your life!"
"Hey! It was a boat!" Dewey protested as he slid into his seat.
~One MInute Till School Officially Starts (Webby)~
Webby swung herself through the doorway using her grappling hook. Neatly landing on one of the tables, she shoved the useful tool into her pinkish backpack. She then glanced around to study the room. There was a large whiteboard out front, plus several long tables with close to eight chairs set out around each one. There was also a strange long raised platform that was along the back of the room. The walls were covered in posters that advertised different plays. Climbing down from the table, she slipped into the chair. Upon noting another student sitting near her, she did the most logical thing she could think of. Turning to face him, she stuck her hand out. "Hi! I'm Webby!"
"Augh….Another scholarship kid I presume?" He turned his back on her.
Webby frowned, not used to that reaction. In truth, she sort of expected the way the triplets and Lena had reacted when they first met her…. The sudden reminder of Lena came so unexpectedly, and her death too fresh on her mind, that she quickly looked away to the raised platform thing.
A couple of students were standing on it, moving around slightly as they spoke rather loudly to each other.
"Begone with you vexed viper! No more will I listen to your dastardly lies!" One student cried out in a voice that reminded Webby of Louie being what the others called overly dramatic.
The other one pulled out a sword and pointed it at the other student. "No! I will not be silence due to your insole….gah! What are you doing!?" He cried out in surprise when Webby launched onto the platform, using another sword that she had noticed lying around the classroom to hit his rather hard….denting both.
"Uh? Whoever made these swords needs to work on their technique. You would think these were fakes with how easy they broke just now!" She cheerfully announced as she took a step back, examining the blades.
Her new teacher, a flustered looking elderly male duck, wrung his hands anxiously as he stared at the damaged school property. "That would be because they were fakes! Don't you know anything about acting?!"
"No...what is that?" Webby asked out of curiosity.
~Cut to show all four classrooms, zoom in on the teachers faces~
"Oh boy...these new ones are going to be a handful!" All of their teachers spoke in perfect unison.
A/N: Done! KaliAnn: Thank you...if you like this idea so much, go read Angel Talon's story. Um yeah...
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