Peter wasn't interested in chasing blond hippies, so he didn't mind when Flynn left him alone. In fact, he was kind of curious as to who his hypothetical cousin was. So, since concluding that he had absolutely nothing better to do, he decided to hop from class to class in hoping to find Wendy Darling.

Well, looking for Wendy was really on the back of his mind. His priority was to find cute girls, flirt, and if things went okay, make out. He had no cell phone to keep in contact with them, which he felt kind of guilty of. He probably wouldn't end up making out or flirting anyways. Though girls were attracted to Peter, he often ignored the signs and ended hurting them when he put them in the 'friend-zone.'

Peter sighed. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Though Peter didn't act like it, he was a little uncomfortable with girls and relationships. Especially after Tink…

His thoughts were halted at the sound of a bell ringing.

Students dressed in white and light blue uniforms poured into the hallway. Without realizing it, Peter had walked straight into the center of an area where many classrooms were. Now he had to act like he had somewhere to be without looking stupid.

Mentally choosing the people out of the crowd who looked like they were in what Peter called 'a dumbass class', he followed a girl with way too bright blond hair. If I ended up in a class like calculus, I would be totally screwed. I bet Flynn or Aladdin wouldn't consider that. Oh man, I'm a genius-"

"And who might you be monsieur?" questioned a short round man with balding brown hair and mustache that pointed vertical in opposite directions.

How the hell does someone get their mustache like that? If I could do that, I would of stopped shaving two years ago!

Sadly, the only thing Peter could pay attention to was the teacher's astonishing mustache, and not how clearly that the class was a French class, and that he didn't speak a word of the French language.

"Hey, Mr. Cogsworth asked you a question,"

Peter turned his attention to a very pretty brunette girl, with demanding brown eyes.

"Well," he said putting his hands on his hips and smiling mockingly, "I didn't really ask for your opinion,"

Peter expected a reaction like hers; dropped mouth, sputtering in shock. He turned to the teacher with the amazing mustache.

"My name's Peter Pan, and here's my pass," he handed Mr. Cogsworth his paper and walked over to an empty desk.

Mr. Cogsworth studied the pass. A smile grew on his pudgy face.

"They teach French in Animation High?"

Peter paled.

"Oh yeah… they teach French alright. One of our many recommended courses,"

As a matter of fact, French was a language course in Animation High, and many students took it. But not for the reason of learning the language, but for the amazing teacher Mr. Lumiere, who had a dream of being a cook, and made amazing appetizers and desserts to share with his students during class.

Mr. Cogsworth smiled.

"Okay then, let's see how much you know,"

Aladdin had nowhere else to go. So like always, he ended up walking back to orphanage. However, unlike most times, he had to painfully walk back through the rich neighborhood. Looking at each polished, trimmed and perfect mansion, he felt so envious, yet angry at the same time.

Some of these people have cheated, fought and ignored their own family to get their way to the top. They weren't good people. Why did they deserve that life? Aladdin believed he was a good person; he was just in a bad position. Did being poor label him as bad person or a thief? He read the youngest orphans stories. He gave the Lost Boys his spare food, even after they call him 'the terrorist' and other names. All of his spare change ended up in the homeless people's pockets. But he wasn't praised, or even acknowledged like the wealthy were.

He looked away from the beautiful neighborhood. He knew better. Behind almost every mansion was a person who hid behind their throne of money, using their image to cover the pain and hurt that their castles lay upon. He was wrong to judge them.

He looked down at the pavement, hoping to get rid of his depressing thoughts, but not before his eye caught a flash of blue.

Aladdin lifted his head curiously. But he saw nothing but houses lining the pavements and 'groomed to perfection' yards.

He shook his head. He must be going crazy.

Hey guys! Sorry that took a little while (like, two days!) but my parents were working on both computers most of the time, so I didn't have time to make a new chapter. Sorry that Aladdin's part is a little depressing, but it's necessary. Review, review, review por favor!