Hi to any one who has kept tabs on my work. Finally broke my writers block
and am updating this story. I know there maybe flaws but I will rectify
them. Also soon I shall go back and amend a few past chapters that I'm not
happy with to try and beef up the story and atmosphere. Until then please
read on............
Peter ran as fast as he could through the college campus. He was late for his lecture. Again. He had overslept after a heavy night of Spiderman duties. It was his mistake to turn on the T.V. when he got back home from Aunt May's. The ten o'clock news declared a hostage situation was in progress. A lengthy situation that made Peter crawl into bed at the unearthly hour of four in the morning. On any normal day, running at the pace he was wouldn't have been a problem with his spider-agility but, it was unusually hot for mid September. He was feeling the strain quite significantly and also due to the fact he only had two and half hours sleep! Reaching his destination, he perhaps over-zealously pushed the doors open to the lecture theatre. They made a thunderous clatter as they hit the wall and rebounded back towards him. The students and the lecturer looked up to see Peter standing at the top of the stairs with the shine of sweat across his forehead and the tell-tale patches underneath his arms.
You may be a superhero but you can still sweat!
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Parker," said the surprised Doctor Curt Conners. "Thirty minutes late, but that's early by your standards." The students laughed and Peter could feel himself blush.
"Please take a seat." He gestured to the vacant seats in the front row. Peter trudged down to his seat for the remainder of the lecture. After an hour and a half it was over. He was constantly scribbling down notes throughout making sure he didn't miss anything else. Quantum Physics wasn't the easiest subject after all. As the students began to vacate the theatre Peter was called back by Dr. Conners. He just knew it was coming.
"Peter, this is becoming all too frequent now isn't it?"
He could only nod in reply.
"And it's one of the main reasons I had to fire you as my lab assistant, which I thought may make you see sense about your time management.
"I know Dr. Conners. I really am trying."
"I know. It's a pity though because I think I should tell you that you have one of the best scientific minds in the class."
That threw Peter. His attendance was poor and papers late. He didn't really think he had the chance to really show Dr. Conners what he was capable off. Just goes to show I'm wrong he thought.
"Excuse me?"
"You have a really experimental and gifted mind and you tackle the work much as to the same way I did at your age."
"Thank you"
"If only you could apply it more and work on you time issues, you'll be set for the future.
"Thank you" was again, all Peter could muster as a reply.
"Now as you'll hopefully remember you have that major paper due in for the end of the month yes?"
"Yes, I'm all geared up and in the process of doing it Sir." Truth be known, he hadn't even started it. He didn't even know what he was going to write about. All that the students were told was that it had to be imaginative and on the frontline of science and ten thousand words long.
"Good, then I look forward to reading it. Take it easy Peter," With that he patted him on the back and headed for the exit. Peter didn't want to let him down.
Students were filthy vermin thought John as he swept the pavements of the college campus. He had cleaned several streets before in the morning but not as messy as the campus. He looked around as he shifted a rubbish bag onto his trolley. He was incensed to see a well-framed student with his friends stare back at him with a cheeky look on his face. He held up a peel to the fruit he had just eaten and dropped it, laughed and walked away.
That was it.
He marched over confrontational and fist clenched.
"Would you mind picking that up?" he said barely managing to restrict the anger in his voice.
"Uh, no. Isn't that your job?" came the reply.
"There's no point in adding to the litter problem this campus has. In the bin yeah?" He indicated to a rubbish bin no more than a metre a way.
"Okay, okay," said the student lethargically. "In the bin yeah?" He said as he went to pick up the litter.
"Yeah, please," sounded a confident and generally surprised John.
"Okay" and with that the student caught him unaware as he threw the peel in his face. John thought he was going to be punched and so flinched backwards. The shock made him come in contact with his rubbish cart and he tripped over landing awkwardly on his arm and letting out a stifled yelp.
The students roared with laughter as they walked off triumphantly. John wasn't going to take this. Not again. He got back to his feet and momentarily forgot the pain in his arm as he yelled:
"Hey, you stupid punk kid. Put it in the rubbish now!"
"What did you say?" said the student as he turned around. "Know your place!" He walked up and poked him in the chest. "OKAY?!?!"
"Hey Flash, back off," came a familiar voice
"Stay out of this Parker," he replied with his face grimaced. "Or unless you want some too?"
Peter stepped up to flash. "What like last time?" making Flash instantly recall his humiliation in school at the hands Peter. For a moment Peter inwardly laughed. He laughed at the fact it was a complete role change of what he had experienced at school.
"Ah forget it," he said knowingly defeated as he turned back to his group of friends and walked off.
"You okay?" asked Peter
"Yeah, but I didn't need your help okay?" replied John as he walked off to rectify his cart and continue his work.
"O-kay," replied Peter "You're welcome." Thinking nothing much more of it he went on to his next class.
Peter ran as fast as he could through the college campus. He was late for his lecture. Again. He had overslept after a heavy night of Spiderman duties. It was his mistake to turn on the T.V. when he got back home from Aunt May's. The ten o'clock news declared a hostage situation was in progress. A lengthy situation that made Peter crawl into bed at the unearthly hour of four in the morning. On any normal day, running at the pace he was wouldn't have been a problem with his spider-agility but, it was unusually hot for mid September. He was feeling the strain quite significantly and also due to the fact he only had two and half hours sleep! Reaching his destination, he perhaps over-zealously pushed the doors open to the lecture theatre. They made a thunderous clatter as they hit the wall and rebounded back towards him. The students and the lecturer looked up to see Peter standing at the top of the stairs with the shine of sweat across his forehead and the tell-tale patches underneath his arms.
You may be a superhero but you can still sweat!
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Parker," said the surprised Doctor Curt Conners. "Thirty minutes late, but that's early by your standards." The students laughed and Peter could feel himself blush.
"Please take a seat." He gestured to the vacant seats in the front row. Peter trudged down to his seat for the remainder of the lecture. After an hour and a half it was over. He was constantly scribbling down notes throughout making sure he didn't miss anything else. Quantum Physics wasn't the easiest subject after all. As the students began to vacate the theatre Peter was called back by Dr. Conners. He just knew it was coming.
"Peter, this is becoming all too frequent now isn't it?"
He could only nod in reply.
"And it's one of the main reasons I had to fire you as my lab assistant, which I thought may make you see sense about your time management.
"I know Dr. Conners. I really am trying."
"I know. It's a pity though because I think I should tell you that you have one of the best scientific minds in the class."
That threw Peter. His attendance was poor and papers late. He didn't really think he had the chance to really show Dr. Conners what he was capable off. Just goes to show I'm wrong he thought.
"Excuse me?"
"You have a really experimental and gifted mind and you tackle the work much as to the same way I did at your age."
"Thank you"
"If only you could apply it more and work on you time issues, you'll be set for the future.
"Thank you" was again, all Peter could muster as a reply.
"Now as you'll hopefully remember you have that major paper due in for the end of the month yes?"
"Yes, I'm all geared up and in the process of doing it Sir." Truth be known, he hadn't even started it. He didn't even know what he was going to write about. All that the students were told was that it had to be imaginative and on the frontline of science and ten thousand words long.
"Good, then I look forward to reading it. Take it easy Peter," With that he patted him on the back and headed for the exit. Peter didn't want to let him down.
Students were filthy vermin thought John as he swept the pavements of the college campus. He had cleaned several streets before in the morning but not as messy as the campus. He looked around as he shifted a rubbish bag onto his trolley. He was incensed to see a well-framed student with his friends stare back at him with a cheeky look on his face. He held up a peel to the fruit he had just eaten and dropped it, laughed and walked away.
That was it.
He marched over confrontational and fist clenched.
"Would you mind picking that up?" he said barely managing to restrict the anger in his voice.
"Uh, no. Isn't that your job?" came the reply.
"There's no point in adding to the litter problem this campus has. In the bin yeah?" He indicated to a rubbish bin no more than a metre a way.
"Okay, okay," said the student lethargically. "In the bin yeah?" He said as he went to pick up the litter.
"Yeah, please," sounded a confident and generally surprised John.
"Okay" and with that the student caught him unaware as he threw the peel in his face. John thought he was going to be punched and so flinched backwards. The shock made him come in contact with his rubbish cart and he tripped over landing awkwardly on his arm and letting out a stifled yelp.
The students roared with laughter as they walked off triumphantly. John wasn't going to take this. Not again. He got back to his feet and momentarily forgot the pain in his arm as he yelled:
"Hey, you stupid punk kid. Put it in the rubbish now!"
"What did you say?" said the student as he turned around. "Know your place!" He walked up and poked him in the chest. "OKAY?!?!"
"Hey Flash, back off," came a familiar voice
"Stay out of this Parker," he replied with his face grimaced. "Or unless you want some too?"
Peter stepped up to flash. "What like last time?" making Flash instantly recall his humiliation in school at the hands Peter. For a moment Peter inwardly laughed. He laughed at the fact it was a complete role change of what he had experienced at school.
"Ah forget it," he said knowingly defeated as he turned back to his group of friends and walked off.
"You okay?" asked Peter
"Yeah, but I didn't need your help okay?" replied John as he walked off to rectify his cart and continue his work.
"O-kay," replied Peter "You're welcome." Thinking nothing much more of it he went on to his next class.