The next morning I'm pulling my hair back into a high pony and smiling at myself in the mirror. Nimoy, age 13, superhero, new member of a team. So cool me. Go me.
"Ni! What the heck are you doing?!" Kylie yelled from downstairs.
I could hear the fighting of our brothers and sisters. They were loud. Too loud for my sensitive ears to handle.
"Hold on!" I yell back as I grab some earbuds and stuff them in my pocket.
I run downstairs and see Mom, glaring at me. Ever since I ran off, she's been worried about me. Scared, you might say. I push past my two younger brothers, and grab my bookbag. Kylie follows me out the house.
We walk. We walk in silence. The city becomes more in depth as we head deeper into it. The loud bustle doesn't bother me, but I keep glancing nervously around. You never know in NYC.
"Ok, moody, what's up?" Kylie aks coming to my side as we round a corner.
"Just shaky." I sigh. "And don't call me that."
"Whatever. You're going for your first real training tonight, right?"
"Yeah. Okay, so I have to go. Bye, see ya."
I don't why I left like that. Kylie has just been getting on my nerves. Maybe I'm just not a good sister. I run farther ahead and run into school as quick as I can. The faster this day goes, the faster I can get to S.H.I.E.L.D!
I turn my locker combination before I see a boy out of the corner of my eye. He's staring at me. Oh crap! What is it with boys! Am I that attractive? I'm just a loser...omg... Niamoy, stop!
The boy looked familiar. Is that? Well, I know he's a nerd. But is that? Oh, what was his name! I know he's two years older than me. I slam my locker shut after getting all my supplies and walk over to him.
"You have to sit with my friends and I at lunch." The boys says. "I'm Peter, by the way."
"Yeah, weirdo. Sure, whatever, goodbye!" I turn around quickly and walk away with my head down. So that went well.
The bell rings and I head into class. I sit in the back and take out my notebook. Not listening to the teacher, I start to draw and dread lunch. I just doodle. Doodle calms me.
"Good morning!" I hear a sing song voice say.
A woman walks in. wearing a colorful sweater and legging tight to her her blond hair up in a bun and square glasses perched upon her nose.
She looks around the classroom but her eyes land on me. She squints and frowns, as if she's thinking so hard that her brain will explode. I look at her too. I know I've seen her around before. But where?
She straightens up and starts to talk. "My name is and I will be your substitute teacher. I usually teach Kindergarten so I might need some help. I've never taught seventh graders."
The class is eerily quiet. walks over to me and whispered in my ear, "Hallway, now!" I frown and follow her out to the hallway. Was I in trouble already?
"So, I hear you're the newest addition to our young team!" She says happily.
I look at her with clear confusion in my eyes.
"I work for Nick Fury." She smiles. "Call me Jessica! It's good to finally meet you Nimoy."
"Um...you too." I stutter. "But-bu-h-how?"
"I'm a superhero too." She laughs. "Not a very popular one but a superhero very much. I call myself jagwar. Ever heard of her?"
"O-once? S-so-wh-why-are-y-y-"
"Wow, Niamoy! Calm down stutter girl! I'm helping you and your team. So I'll be your teacher for two months. We'll also have your team come join us. They should be here soon."
"They go here? To Midtown High?" I ask surprised.
"Well, of course! They're all just normal kids just like you. Well, they're in ninth and you're in seventh, but-"
"How will ninth graders have an excuse to be in a seventh grade classroom?" I ask.
"Well, they'll come everyday at ten. We'll just pretend that you and them are taking a special class. I'll get another sub to fill in for that half hour. That's when we train." Jessi smiles and looks up and down the hall. "Well, it's almost ten, so why don't we go in and wait for them."
I nod and we walk back into the classroom. I take out my notebook and start to make notes.
MY TEAM!
Spiderman:
Nova:
Power Man:
Iron Fist:
White Tiger:
Training 10 every day with Jessica (jagwar) for half hour.
Team meetings at lunch
I close my notebook and sigh.
AN; School is almost over! Sorry about the slow updates. I'm so busy but I'm keeping it going!
