It was Monday was driving up the mountain road, the school was set back in a little mountain town. The businesses their lived off the kids who spent money and worked their during the free time. With the school having a focus on independent projects and bringing students together over in-depth courses. He enjoyed his vacation but he would be happy to get back, he was one of the schools best fencer's. Still he wasn't a jock by any stretch he had more in common with the other kids music, gaming, and exploring. As he came over the hill he was saw the academy.

Disney Academy was huge, with two extremely large dorms halls. The one to the east hosts all the girls and the western hall was for boys. To the North was the class rooms and administration. In the center was a three massive indoor pools, with sauna's, hot tubs, and even a Japanese style natural hot spring. South was the gate which lead into the small town outside of it. Further up the mountain was a ski slope and resort for parents who came to visit during the winter months or for students and winter athletics.

He parked over by his building emptying out his car and placing his stuff in his room. Surprisingly each students got their bathroom and bedroom. Though they all ate together in the cafeteria on the bottom floor of there buildings. After getting things in order he walked back towards the administration to pick up his class schedule for the year, wondering who he might run into as he did.

Berlioz was jerked awake when his head bumped just a little too hard on the window. Cracking his eyes opened with a noise of annoyance, he looked with slitted eyes over to his sister. She had been sleeping as well, and her pale white hair had become flattened on one side from leaning against her suitcase. She had slid over when the car had taken a sharp turn, flopping onto him and causing him to slide himself and thunk his head on the unforgiving glass.
"Toulouse! Mum told you to drive because she thought you'd be responsible. Not try to kill us!" Pushing his confused and still sleepy sister off of himself, he adjusted the headphones that had slid off his head.

His brother grinned back at the in the rear view mirror, eyes light with amusement. "Aw Berlioz, I am responsible! But, I'm also excited to get back to school. For the first time, I'm not boarding with you!" Laughing at the offended expression on his brothers face, he resumed looking at the road, lest he get told off again.

Berlioz rolled his eyes at his brother's antics and resumed looking out the window. It was true however, that they weren't boarding together this year. It had been his decision, because he just couldn't put up with the constant noise and mess, especially when most of his projects needed silence for him to fill it with his own music. The school soon appeared on the roads horizon, and all three of them seemed to straighten up a little at the sight.

With the car parked, they all heaved out their bags, Marie spotting her friends and running over with a squeal, pink suitcase rattling behind her. Toulouse saluted Berlioz, before turning to greet his friends. Alone at last, with nothing but the loud chatter of greetings being exchanged, he turned on his playlist and turned towards administration.

Large green eyes darted around nervously as they took in anything and everything around them. Rapunzel was sitting in the backseat of her parents car, as they drove her to her home for the school year. Parents, school, what foreign concepts to her. Her therapist had told her that she would eventually adjust, but she could never see that happening. You didn't spend your entire life locked in the attic of a crazy old woman's house and ever be normal again. She barely ate, she hardly slept, and it was so hard to talk to people. She would rather be hidden safely in a room, her room, painting, than talk to people. But her therapist told her that she needed to do this.

With a soft sigh, Rapunzel fingered the ends of her hair. Honestly, she liked this a lot better than the mass of blonde in had been before. Now it was so light and flippy, it was definitely the best change so far. She glanced up from the window to catch both her parents looking at her, they had done that a lot since she had come back. She offered them a small smile and they smiled in return. As much as they wanted to stay with her now that they had found her again, she needed this to readjust to real life. Finally they arrived at the school, and reluctantly, Rapunzel slipped her sandals back on.

Rapunzel got out of the car and took her duffel bag from the seat next to her. The contents of the bag and the clothes she was wearing right now, which consisted of tan capris and a purple tank top, was everything she owned. Lots of art supplies, some books, clothing, and a few other things. She said goodbye to her parents, and hugged them even though it made her uncomfortable. Then they drove off, and were probably going to cry when they got home. Rapunzel headed toward the building to try and find the administration office, or whatever the heck that was. Maybe she would find somebody who could help her find it. Cause she had no idea what she was doing.

"It won't be so bad dear" Bambi's father assured her, reaching his hand down and placing it on the girl's slender knee. She jerked in discomfort, making the man pull his hand away quickly. "Sorry sweetheart." he cooed, his hand returning to the steering wheel. "I know it won't." the young girl replied quietly, and way later than when the statement was originally proposed. "What was that?" her father asked, his dark eyes glancing over at his daughter in the passenger seat. "Nothing." she squeaked, her legs pulled up in the seat as she wrapped her arms around them.

It had been a painfully quiet and long drive.

Arriving at the school, Bambi didn't take too much time to wish her father goodbye. The two had always cared about one another but definitely were distant. He kissed the top of her head as he embraced her in a strong hug. "Have a good year, and don't get into any trouble." he warned, a warm smile following. The young girl gripped the handle of her forest green suitcase tighter. "I won't" a meek reply followed by a soft chuckle. Despite popular belief the girl could laugh and smile and have fun too.

Waiting until her father pulled away, she squatted down and unzipped one of the front pockets of her suitcase, taking out a swisher. She dug around in the pocket some more to find her lighter before setting the rolled cigar ablaze. Closing up her bag, she took her time making her way up to the office.

Peter had gotten his schedule when one of the class rep's passed him other kids schedules and told him to go outside and hand them out as well. Sighing Peter stepped outside and began to hand out more packets containing student info based off their names. He looked over the students smiling, a lot of new faces and some familiar, he always enjoyed this place it attracted the most diverse people he'd ever seen.

Passing out info he saw a lot of the jocks giving him death glares and cheerleader looking at him like a piece of meat. That was high school, you either were a piece of meat to most people or one who picked the meat and tried to use it. He missed the Never Land fire station and his friends their. However he knew he was needed here if he wanted to be great like his parents. Tinker bell flashed up from his watch. "You should really go get something to eat." Said the virtual assistant in a chastising tone. "You'll starve otherwise." Peter rolled his eyes and looked at the next student offering them their papers.

Humming under his breath as music filled his ears, he felt his suitcase rattling behind him, and cursed his brother for not parking in front of the dorms, which would have made it so much easier to put all his stuff away. Sighing, he just adjusted the bag on his shoulders and looked around to see a kid handing out papers, presumably of schedules, and hopefully with information on where exactly his dorm was. He would have had the form himself, had Toulouse not decided that yes, he was going to remember that all of the needed one of the three envelopes. Of course, they were sitting crumpled in his bag right now, and Berlioz had no idea who on earth might be his roommate, and where he would be staying for most of the year.

Walking closer, he pushed past a crowd of jocks that were taking up way more space then anyone would ever need, and bragging in loud voices about the various escapades they'd gotten up to in the holidays. He couldn't understand why anyone would possibly want to be like them, but it was personal taste so...

The student, his mind supplied, was Peter. Peter Pannel. The only reason he knew this, was because on his first day at this highly unusual school, he'd stumbled upon a crowd of students cheering on a fight between Peter himself, and another giant football player. He would have ignored like he did every other pointless thing, had he not seen the odd glint of exhilaration in his eyes. Apart from that, he knew they were in the same grade and some of their classes did overlap, but he'd never had any reason to speak to him.

Pulling out his earphones, he stuck out his hand and nodded to the papers in his hand.
"Berlioz Bonfamille. If they stack those alphabetically, I should be near the top."

The long, dark limo pulled up in near silence to the entrance of the school. It seemed she was back for another year, and it would be her last. Thankfully. At least it could provide a modicum of amusement and practice through the next few months before she moved on to bigger, and frankly better, things. The driver got out and moved around the vehicle, opening the door for Narissa. Slowly she got out of the vehicle, her boots shining in the sun before the rest of her body could be seen. Her clothes were bespoke, ever stitch perfectly set against her body. Her face was bright with a smile, she knew how to put on her appearances properly for school, it was a carefully cultivated one.



With a simple glance and crook of her fingers the driver who had helped her and another man quickly went to work. Silently they unpacked the boot, laying out several trunks and wardrobes. Nissa did not pack lightly and why should she. One needed proper clothes for day, evening, night, weekends, clubs, parks. Although, if previous years held there was an excellent tailor and dress maker in town so she may have an opportunity to move with the fashion trends a bit better this year. Still, her look was almost always classic with a bit of edge. Something that could fit in today, in a decade or just as long in the past. Today's wasn't quite as timeless, but the way her curls framed her face had a 40s vibe to it.

The men went about their work, getting her belongings to her room and everything set up. She didn't worry, they'd been with the family for years and always met her exacting standards. For Nissa it was a time to survey the people, see who may make it and who she could bring under her wing. It did make school far more fun. She had already been class president last year, a position usually only achieved by seniors, thought she chided herself that it had taken her so long.

With the thoughts of failure in her head, but not on her face, Nissa headed in to do all the check in procedures that she needed to. Most of the paperwork had been completed long before, but she still had to do all the last minute minutia.