Belle Sinclair
You have hereby been cordially invited to the Fairytale Academy, where you will be learning all the traits of…
“Yada, yada, yada,” Belle says, rolling her eyes. The taxi driver looks back at her with a sigh and pulls to a stop in front of the tall academy with the large red roof. Belle looks up at the tall building. It looks like something from one of the old children’s books she loved. She smiles and got out of the cab, handing the cabbie himself some money for the ride. She looks around and sees that the academy is basically in the middle of nowhere. She sighs and looks down at the blue book she clutches to her chest. This was going to be awful without her father here. She misses him already.
She makes her way up the pathway to the front of the academy and looks around. She notices children beginning to arrive, each the same age or slightly older or younger than her. She sees an elderly woman walk to the top of the staircase and call for all students to come and meet in front of the main stairs, where she was standing. Obviously, the people here did not want to waste time. She walks to in front of the woman and stands there, waiting for the others.
Peter Pan
“Wooooo!” he yells as he dips through the sky, his arms spread out like wings. He laughs as he dips and dives and rolls, and he looks down below, noticing the red roofed academy below him. He laughs again and dive bombs the academy. He narrowly misses trees and shrubbery and slides to a stop in the middle of a pathway leading up to the main doorway of the school. He looks around with a smile and says, “Ooh, rough landing, but at least I didn’t break anything this time.”
He looks around and notices more people arriving each minute. He grins as the elderly lady on the stairs calls to them and he turns toward the stairs, walking over. He takes a spot next to a brunette girl with glasses and smiles at her before asking the lady, “What, you don’t want us to mingle for a little bit and get to know each other?” He laughs at his own joke and looks around, waiting for the others to come up.