It's my first day of high school, and blah blah blah, we've all heard this before, right? My name's Peter, and I can stick to walls and shoot sticky white fluid- that came out wrong.

Anyways, I'm starting at a new school called Stan Lee High, but everyone calls it MCU for some reason. It's pretty cool,in pictures at least. Uh, I've never actually been there, but you know what? It can't be worse than Sony Middle School, where
Eugene Thompsonwould always throw food at me during lunch.

MCU's in Manhattan, so I just take the subway to get there. I make sure to arrive thirty minutes early. Dorky, I know, but I had to meet with my guidance counselor.

"Hello?" I ask the lady in the front office. She ignores me. "Um, I'm looking for Mr. Coulson?"

"Peter Parker?" I turn around to see a middle aged man standing behind me, holding a briefcase. "You're here early."

"Yeah. I mean yes. Uh wait. Never mind." I just shut my mouth.

Mr. Coulson looks at me strangely, then says, "Why don't we go to my office and talk there? We need to work out your schedule and assign you a guide anyways."

"Okay." I follow Mr. Coulson into his office and sit in the chair in front of his desk. Mr. Coulson takes out a laptop from his briefcase and types something.

"Alright, let's see. Peter Parker, freshman, student ID..." A card prints from the side of the computer and I stare. That's some cool tech.

Mr. Coulson passes me the card, which has my Facebook profilepicture (actually not a bad one, even though it's from when I still wore glasses), name, grade, and ID number (722). "Now for your schedule. You're a freshman and you did alright in middle
school, so you'll be taking Algebra, HonorsEnglish, Biology, Geography, Spanish, andP.E. Your locker number is on the paper and your supplies will be in the locker."

"Sounds good." I take the schedule Mr. Coulson prints out and get up. "Thank you."

"Good luck." Mr. Coulson says as I walk out. Briefly I wonder what he means. He's probably just being polite, I guess.

My locker is close to the front entrance, near the office. I open my locker to find a tablet with the Stark Industries logo stamped on the back. No way. This piece of tech isn't even on the markets yet. Probably costs more than my life. I'm afraid to
touch it, lest my fingers smudge the glass.

Eventually, temptation wins and I pick up the tablet. The tablet turns on the second I touch it, and says in a feminine voice, "Good morning, Mr. Parker." Nearly drop the thing, but I've got a good grip.

My first class is Biology, which is in a strangely shaped bungalow. Like, I know those things are supposed to be temporary, but this one looks more like a bunker than anything.

The teacher is Dr. Banner, a nice looking guy with glasses and curly hair. I'm one of the first students to show, so I pick a seat in the middle. Back in middle school I was a huge nerd, so I always say in the front. Made me an easy target for spitballs.
I hope things will be different here, but best to just sit in the middle, out of sight.

Suddenly I feel a buzzing tingling in the back of my head, as a guy shouts "Look out!". I jump clear out of my seat and a good ten feet into the air as a blast of bluish white energy passes by under me.

I'm stuck to the ceiling with my hands and feet. Below me, a kid with a weird golden helmet looks sheepish. "Sorry about that."

"Sit down Richard. And please come down from there, Peter." Dr. Banner sighs, looking rather annoyed. I jump down from the ceiling. He doesn't look like the type of guy you'd like when he gets mad.

(Sorry, did I forget to mention that MCU is a school for kids with special abilities? It's like a Hogwarts for superheroes. I figured you'd get that from the whole thing with me sticking to the ceiling and Richard Rider blasting energy, but I guess I have to spell it out for you.)

That awkward thing before class aside, Dr. Banner is really nice.