AN: Sorry for the long wait: I was on the verge of finishing up Chapter 4 when I became sick (some flu's been going around my school, and of course I would get sick), and when I got better I had mounds of homework, tests, and projects to make up. Yippee. But anyways, thanks to all that followed, favorited, and reviewed. I heart you all. :) Shoutout goes to lapierredx01 for her dedication to this story. xD

The Walt Disney Academy

Tenth-grade English class

Monday, September 8th

9:30 a.m.

After the assembly, Max Goof walked down the halls to his first period, sophomore English. Max had black eyes and shaggy, spiky black hair, and he looked like a younger version of his dad. It wasn't easy being the son of Goofy, Walt Disney Academy's head of security. While he loved his father, his dad was quite goofy, much like his name, always bumbling and stumbling into things. Whenever people saw Max in the halls, they always assumed that Max was like his dad, and didn't trust him with carrying things. "Look out, there's that Goof boy!" people would yell out to their friends. Gaston LeGume and his friends would make sport of this rumor and trip him, his books flying across the hallway's solid floor. "You should watch where you're going… you're really goofy," they would mock. It didn't help matters that Max was somewhat awkward and clumsy himself, though it was to a lesser extent than his father.

Max's thoughts were interrupted when he glimpsed the back of a girl's head, full of long, wavy red hair. She turned around, revealing big brown eyes, an adorable round nose, and a little mole slightly under her right eye. Her lips parted into a friendly smile.

She was perfect.

Max was snapped out of his adoration when he tripped and fell over an outstretched black sneaker-clad foot.

"Watch where you're going, goofy," the foot's voice sneered. It was Bradley Uppercrust III, one of the wealthiest snobs in the sophomore class at Walt Disney Academy. Bradley's light brown hair was cut into a mullet cut and his light blue eyes were narrowed at Max. Ever since they had known each other, Bradley had always had it out for Max and his best friends, Bobby and P.J. At first, Bradley, seeing Max's awesome skateboarding skills, invited Max to be part of his group of friends, the Gammas, but Max declined when he saw how mean Bradley was being to P.J. and Bobby. Since then, the two groups had always been in a feud, which was mostly instigated by Bradley.

"I was," Max said, glaring angrily at Bradley. "You tripped me."

"Oh, I tripped little-widdle Maximilian! What are you gonna do, call security and have your dad come get me?" Bradley mocked.

"Hey, leave him alone," a voice said. To Max's surprise, it was the pretty redheaded girl.

"I was just joking! Maxie here and I are best friends," Bradley smiled at her. "Right, Maxie?" He gave Max a threatening look which seemed to say you mess up my chances with this girl, and you'll be sorry. However, Max was pretty pissed himself. Only his father was allowed to call him "Maxie".

"Um, no," Max said. "Just leave me alone, ok?" He glared at Bradley and stormed off. It was the first day of sophomore year, and already he had embarrassed himself in front of the girl of his dreams and got in a fight with Bradley, all before the first period bell had even rang. He opened the door to his first-period English class and took a seat near the back, waiting for P.J. and Bobby to come in. The door opened, and Max craned his neck, expecting to see one of his friends. To his surprise, it was the redheaded girl again. Oh crap, Max blushed and turned his head away. To his surprise, she sat down right next to him.

"You don't have to be shy," the girl said, smiling at Max. "I'm Roxanne Martin. I just moved here from Connecticut." She extended her right hand.

"I-I'm Max. Max Goof," Max said and blushed, shaking her hand.

"I saw part of what happened in the halls today," Roxanne said. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Max said, trying to keep his cool. "Bradley's just being a jerk, as always."

"Hopefully, he won't be in this class," she giggled. "So, what is this school like?" she asked Max.

As Max filled Roxanne in on all the classes and teachers, more members of the sophomore class began to stream in. Tinker Bell, a popular dancer and the captain of the Disney Fairies, one of the school's dance teams (there were two since so many girls wanted to be a part of the dance program) strode in with her identical twin Periwinkle, her frenemy Vidia, and her friends Silvermist, Rosetta, Iridessa, and Fawn. Together, the seven of them made up the Disney Fairies. Ariel King and Jasmine Ghali came in, eyes glued to their iPhone screens and hands clutching this season's Gucci and Chanel handbags. Ariel and Jasmine were best friends. They had a lot in common, seeing as they were both filthy rich and had overprotective fathers. Then came Woody Pride, who had moved to New York from Texas last year, and his friends Buzz Lightyear, Bo Peep, and Jessie Pride (who was his cousin). Violet Parr, a shy girl who often kept to herself, entered as well, taking a seat in the back and surreptitiously avoided Tony Rydinger, one of the sophomore class's most popular guys. Mulan Fa, a pretty Chinese girl who was quite athletic, followed them in with two new students in tow, a girl with blue eyes and a large, untamable mass of curly red hair and a girl with long, golden blonde hair which appeared to glow, freckles spread across her cheeks, and wide green eyes.

Bradley entered and gave Max a dirty look upon seeing that Max and Roxanne were sitting next to each other. Next to him, his best friend, Tank, a tall, portly guy with bushy black eyebrows and dyed dark blond hair, cracked his knuckles and balled up his right hand into a fist. Max inwardly shuddered, even though he knew that Tank really wouldn't do anything—fighting would result in expulsion at the Walt Disney Academy, and to be kicked out of Walt Disney was often called "a fate worse than death" by many people. To be expelled after going through a lot of trouble to get in was pretty bad in itself. Nevertheless, Tank's large build intimidated most guys in their class.

Max's best friends, Robert "Bobby" Zimmeruski and Peter "P.J." Pete, Jr. strode through the doorway, skateboards in hand. Bobby's orange hair was cut into a Mohawk and his other hand held a can of canned cheese. Bobby's canned cheese obsession was a running gag between the three friends, and the fact that he always, always had a container of canned cheese with him never failed to elicit laughs from Max and P.J. P.J., the third member of their trio, was chubby, with black hair and black eyes. He was the son of Peter "Pete" Pete, Sr., who was on the school's Board of Directors. However, while Pete was often cruel to the students, doling out punishments like a parent handing out candy on Halloween, P.J. was considerably nicer than his dad and was one of Max's close friends.

"Hey, Max! How's it goin'?" P.J. asked.

"Look man, I made a leaning tower of cheez-a!" Bobby exclaimed.

Max laughed and introduced Roxanne to his friends. The four fell into conversation about the classes and teachers at Walt Disney until their teacher, Ms. Jane Porter, walked in.

Ms. Porter was a pretty young woman in her early twenties who had blue eyes the color of a robin's egg and light brown hair tied up in a messy bun. She was known as one of the school's few "nice" teachers.

"Good morning, everyone," began Ms. Porter. However, she was interrupted by the door suddenly opening with a loud bang. A young man, about Ms. Porter's age, entered the classroom. He had a head full of light brown dreadlocks and large, wide green eyes that took in the entire room.

"Is—is this Ms. Porter's room?" the man asked.

"Y-yes," Ms. Porter said, perplexed. "Do you need something?"

"H-hello," the guy said. "I'm Tarzan Greystoke. The new student teacher." He spoke in simple sentences, enunciating everything for some reason.

"Student teacher?" Ms. Porter questioned. "Mr. Mouse never said anything about a student teacher…"

"Oh, I-I don't know. Mr. Duck just pointed me here. Said that you were teaching a classroom full of rowdy kids and that you needed all the help that you could get. Here are my papers." He extended a sheaf full of papers to Ms. Porter. She took it, scanning the papers with a look of bafflement on her face. Finally, she looked up.

"I guess you'll be teaching the high school English classes with me then," she said. "Students, this is Mr. Greystoke. He'll be assisting me with our class."

"Tarzan," he said.

"Pardon me?" Ms. Porter said in her crisp British accent.

"You kids can call me Tarzan. 'Mr. Greystoke' is too formal for me," Tarzan said.

"Well!" Ms. Porter said, a teensy bit flustered. She had never met anyone as casual towards teaching as this… Tarzan man. She didn't quite know how to react. "I guess Tarzan here will be helping teach you all," she said, emphasizing his name.

Tarzan grinned and pulled, of all things, a small bouncy ball from his briefcase.

"Catch!" he exclaimed, throwing it at Wilbur Robinson. "We're going to start off with an icebreaker game so that we can all introduce ourselves. When you get the ball, say your name and three things about yourself. Let's go!"

Ms. Porter watched Tarzan's actions in surprise. She put her lesson plans on her desk. Well, there go my plans, she thought, half-sighing and, she had to admit, also half-curious. This Tarzan guy was unlike anyone she'd ever met before, and she wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Hi! I'm Wilbur. I like meatballs, skateboarding, and avoiding my chores." He flashed a cocky, confident grin and threw the red bouncy ball at Violet.

Violet shrank even further down her seat, hugging herself as her long, jet black hair obscured her face. The last thing that she wanted to be was noticed, and Wilbur wasn't helping. Why did he choose her anyway? She didn't even talk to him.

"Violet?" Ms. Porter asked. "I believe it's your turn."

Sighing inwardly to herself, Violet gripped the bouncy ball. "I-I'm Violet. I—um, I like fashion magazines and uh, writing." She hurriedly threw the ball at the nearest person, not even checking to see if she missed.

"That was only two things!" Wilbur hollered.

"Pardon me?" Ms. Porter asked, confused.

"Tarzan said to share your name and three things. Violet said only two. So what's the third, Violet?" he asked, his root-beer-brown eyes gleaming mischievously at her.

Violet sank even further down her seat. Why was Wilbur putting her on the spot? What did she ever do to deserve this?

"Erm, perhaps we should move on to the next person!" Ms. Porter said, noticing the shy girl's discomfort. The ball had landed near Bradley, who caught it with glee, as he relinquished the chance to not-so-subtly brag about himself to anyone who was unfortunate enough to be within earshot of him.

"Greetings, common people of Walt Disney. I'm Bradley Uppercrust the Third," he said, flipping his light brown hair. "My father is the esteemed Bradley Uppercrust the Second, C.E.O. of Uppercrust Industries, which I will inherit when I come of age. I am the captain of the Gammas, the number one skateboarding team at Walt Disney which Maxie here can't get into—", he began, giving a cutting look at Max. The truth was, last year he had actually begged Max to be on his team.

"Er, Bradley, perhaps we should move on," Ms. Porter said yet again, wondering why her students were being particularly volatile this morning. She had had to prevent not one but two mishaps this morning, and Tarzan wasn't doing anything! What good was an extra pair of hands if he wasn't going to help? She sighed as Bradley threw the bouncy ball at Jasmine.

"I'm Jasmine Ghali, and I'm not interested," she said, hands on hips, glaring at Bradley. The class snickered, knowing Bradley's penchant for only dating rich girls. Since Jasmine was one of the wealthiest students, Bradley would definitely go after her, even though he didn't like her that way. "And if you think you can get a date with me just because our fathers are both working on the Lajer-Haäusen deal, you have another think coming." She glared at him and threw the ball to Bo Peep. Luckily, there was no drama after that, as the bell rung.

Tarzan looked at the students departing in awe. He had previously worked at a public high school for gifted but financially struggling students in New York, and these students were so unlike the ones he had just met. As he glanced around the classroom, freshly cleaned and equipped with the latest in classroom technology, he came to the realization that Walt Disney was a whole new world. He hoped that he was prepared…

AN: So there you have it: the just-as-drama-filled sophomore class. Any guesses as to who the new students with Mulan are? (It's pretty obvious. xD) And why do you think Wilbur threw the ball at Violet? LOL. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! :)