This story is an Alternate Universe so characters may be different from the cartoon (mostly their age). I wanted to do something with Monogram going to the Academy, since in the cartoon he seems traumatized by the place. And of course I couldn't resist sticking Carl in it.

This is also my first 'first-person perspective' story. So I hope it doesn't suck.

I do not own Phineas and Ferb. Copyrights to Disney.

I pleaded with my father all the way to the bus. I didn't understand why I was being forced to go. But father wouldn't hear it. "But I don't want to go to the Academy, Daddy!"

Father shoved my suitcase into my arms before saying "I'm not your father and it's been decided."

I climbed onto the bus and turned around. "I love you, Daddy." His words not sinking in until the bus driver closed the doors in front of me. I walked further onto the bus as I thought about what he said. Not my father? Does that make him my step-dad or was I adopted? Was my mother really my mom?

The bus started moving and the driver yelled at me to sit down. I looked around, there wasn't many open seats, but finally found one next to a short redhead with purple framed glasses. He ignored me, looking out the window, as I sat down.

The trip took forever. Or maybe it was just two hours. It's hard to keep track of time when you're lost in thought. I tried thinking of why I was being sent to 'The Academy for Wayward Boys'. I got good grades in school last year and planned to get a job this summer now that I was old enough. I always did my chores, and never back talked. But father had been avoiding me for weeks, starting shortly after my 15th birthday. When I told him I liked boys. After I told him he got up from his chair without a word and left the room. Then this morning he told me to pack a suitcase. Maybe telling him was a bad idea.

I was brought out of my musing when the bus came to a screeching stop. I looked around confused until I looked past the redhead and out the window. Outside was a imposing fortress. It looked more suited to house murderers and bank robbers than teenage boys. I forcibly swallowed the lump in my throat. I had a bad feeling about this place.

That feeling was made even worse when the doors opened and a large man in a brown military uniform stepped onto the bus. He looked around with a stern glare and the chatter that was constant the whole ride over quickly died away. When he talked it was more of a yell. "Alright boys, I want you to file out and line up outside the bus. No lollygagging and no horseplay!" And with that he left.

I tried to get up but was pushed back down by boys in the back of the bus rushing to get off. When they cleared out I picked up my suitcase and got off, lining up outside. The kid I was sitting with and I were the last ones off the bus.

The same man appeared again with a clipboard. "Time for roll call, sound off!" He looked down at the paper, reading off names. "Buford Van Stomm."

I looked down the line and saw a large boy with short brown hair and a bit of an underbite speak up. "Buford's here."

The man made a check mark and read another name. "Baljeet Raj."

A much smaller Indian boy next to the Buford kid answered timidly. "H-Here."

Another check mark, another name. "Heinz Doofensmith."

A tall teen with messy brown hair and a tired look around his eyes spoke. "Actually, it's Doofenshmirtz."

"Whatever." Was the mans only reply as he moved on down the list.

At this point I stopped paying attention. My eyes wondered around. The building was surrounded by a large brick wall with barbwire along the top. Was that really necessary? Did they really expect us to try escaping? Even the woods around the place looked dreary. The trees looked dead, the grass was an ugly brown and there was no sounds of birds. I could tell the next couple of weeks were going to be miserable.

"FRANCIS MONOGRAM!" My head whipped around, obviously the man had said it a few times without me realizing and resorted to yelling to get my attention.

"S-sorry! I'm here!" I said quickly, fumbling with my suitcase. I could hear some of the other boy's snickering and Buford saying something about me having a girls name.

The man grumbled to himself as he checked my name off and continued on. I forced myself to pay attention so I wouldn't get distracted. "Carl Karl." He called out next.

"Here." The redhead next to me said in a nasally voice.

One last check mark before the man lowered the clipboard. "My name is Sgt. Lee and you will refer to me as Sir. All of you were sent here because you have behavioral problems and I fully intend to whip each and every one of you into well-behaved young men."

Behavioral problems? I was confused, I didn't have any problems. But I'd have to question it later, the man told us to follow him. He lead us inside the building, to a room full of bunk beds. "Get some bed sheets and take a bunk." He pointed to a woman at a desk outside the door.

Everyone lined up and got a bed sheet, blanket and pillow. After getting mine I stepped into the room and looked for a bed. There were a few empty bunks near the back but I didn't want to be alone. Doofenshmirtz had one to himself and I thought about bunking with him until I realized he seemed to be having a heated conversation with himself. Nevermind. I'll leave him alone.

Then I spotted Carl, he didn't look to have a bunkmate yet so I walked over to him. "Mind if I take the top bunk?" I asked as he was putting his sheets on the bottom bed. He just shrugged and I took that as an okay. I shoved my suitcase under the bunk before climbing the small ladder up and began putting sheets on my bed. It wasn't easy, since I had to sit on the bed while doing it.

When I was done it was a little ruffled, but I was never good at making my bed. I laid down and hung my head over the edge to look down at the redhead. He was sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed, reading a book I guess he got from his suitcase. I felt the need to make some conversation. "What kind of name is Carl Karl? Couldn't your parents think of a different first name from your last name?" I wasn't trying to be insulting, it was just the first thing to come to mind.

He looked up from his book and countered with, "What kind of name is Francis Monogram? Couldn't your parents think of a boys name?" He said it with a smile so I know he wasn't trying to be hurtful like most people.

"Touché." I muttered. "Man, when I get older I'm getting my name changed."

Buford spoke up from across the room, where he had the Indian boy in a headlock. "Yeah, you can change it to Mary!"

I rolled my eyes. "No thanks." I was going to change my name to something cool. Something no one would make fun of or mistake for a girls name, like Nitro, Dax or Steel. I turned my attention back to Carl. He was reading again. I wondered why he was here. He looked like a nerd. What could he have done wrong? Then again, I still wondered what I had done.

Before I could ask him a middle-aged woman came to the doorway and yelled out "Dinner time!" Dinner? Was it that late? I looked out the window close to my bunk and saw that the sun was setting. Wow, time really does fly. I hoped the rest of the time here would go by as fast, though I doubted it.

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