I know I shouldn't be starting on another story when I've got my Spidey/Avengers, Rise of the Flame, and even my Descendants fic that I'm still working on. But I couldn't help it. I posted it on Wattpad but I wanted to see if I got better receptions from this site instead. I've been thinking about this idea for a while and I'm kind of excited about it. I promise that I'm still working on my other stories. I'll post the Spidey/Avengers one somewhere this month. It's not completely halfway done and I can't promise that it'll be super long so bear with me, people. This chapter focuses on April because I wanted to make her the new girl at a new school. I tweaked this version from my Wattpad version and I think I might be able to post another chapter in less than a day. Okay, here we go...
April O'Neil stood in front of the school gates of her new high school. Her skin prickled with nerves and the tips of her fingers tingled with anticipation. It was her sophomore year but the school was completely new to her. She barely had enough time to adjust to her new life in New York City. Her father, Kirby O'Neil, had gotten a new job that was closer to New York but his work area was too far from their original home in the farmhouse. April only had the summer to get used to a place she had to call home now. She technically lived around New York, but she was never in the city. The city was bright, colorful, and incredibly noisy compared to the dark, quiet farmhouse located in Massachusetts. She would miss her old friends, sure, but at least she and her dad would still have the farmhouse to go back to for vacation. Silver linings, people.
Kirby had taken her shopping a month ago for new clothes. April had never been in a mall so large before. The one back home was just a borrowed vintage antique shop that had clothing items to spare. The owner of the store was a kind elderly woman who was well into her eighties. Her father had hung around in the food court while April scoured around the massive building, looking for any store to shop in. April didn't know much about fashion or what trends were in for girls her age. After what felt like an hour of mindless walking around, her eyes wandering, April finally settled on two stores that looked like they had interesting fashion choices. After checking her phone to see how trendy the stores were, she took a deep breath and went into the first one, Forever 21. April read in the reviews that it was the store that was extremely popular for girls her age. She gazed at the clothes and looked through them. She had bought a couple of shorts she liked, and one yellow t-shirt with the number 5 on it. Next she went to another store called H&M. Their clothes were less flashy and she found that she really liked that store better since it seemed to fit her style more. She felt less insecure and more comfortable with herself there.
Digging her white pained nails into her bright yellow backpack, which she just realized with humiliation that it was bumblebee themed, April sighed and took the first step into her high school. The front of the large building was crowded in a swarm of students. April glanced at them as she timidly walked closer to the inside, praying that nobody spotted her childish backpack - and if they did, she hoped no one would say anything. The students paid her no mind - thank god - and she watched with a pang of envy as they all laughed with their friends, hanging onto each other and some skipped inside the school, and she saw a group of boys racing towards the entrance. As April entered the building, she couldn't help but observe the inside of the building. She thought it would be something like out of a movie, maybe like The Breakfast Club, but the halls were wide and gave people enough space to roam in the halls. Lockers were spread together against the walls, and she saw a clear glass case that held all of the school's accomplishments from all the students. Students gathered around and flung their lockers open. And others chatted nearby the doors of their classroom. April kept a somewhat neutral expression as she noticed some curious students eyeing her. She tried to keep focus and attempted to remember what her assigned locker was. 54A.
April's crystal blue eyes followed along the trail of lockers, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other students. Eventually, after what felt like twenty minutes, she found the locker number assigned to her and breathed a sigh of relief. She dialed her combination in as she focused to remember what the numbers were. April immediately unwrapped her bumblebee backpack off of her and shoved it into the locker, unzipping it as she grabbed her thick blue binder. She flipped the binder open and skimmed through her schedule. Huh. Her first class was AP English. Easy, it was similar to Journalism and she was a natural at that. Nodding to herself, after skimming the rest of her classes for her first day, she set the binder on the top shelf and quickly gathered the notebooks she assigned for each class. After grabbing three composition notebooks, a pen and her mechanical pencil, she grabbed her binder and tucked all of her supplies to her chest, April shut the locker door close and turned a heel, a smile on her freckled face as she headed for AP English.