Monday. The day most students around the world dread. When they wake up
in the morning, all they think is "No School...PLEASE NO SCHOOL!" But
Peter Parker on the other hand thinks "New School....YES NEW SCHOOL!"
5:32. Peter woke up about an hour then he normally does, only because he
had a hard time sleeping because of all the excitement. He quickly got up,
fully awake, and put on a pair of fairly light blue jeans, a blue long
sleeve tee shirt, and his white tennis shoes, and raced down stairs to the
kitchen. There was know one in there, except Scott. "Morning, Scott,"
Peter said.
"Morning," said Scott taking a sip of his coffee and putting down the newspaper. "So, Pete, today's the big day, huh?"
"Yeah," answered Peter. "I close to no sleep last night. I've never been so excited to go to school before,"
"What a coincidence," said Scott. "I've never been excited to go to school, period. Coffee's over there, if you want some,"
Peter let out a little laugh. "Yeah, thanks," Peter grabbed a mug, whihc was right next to the coffee machine, and filled it up with a coffee, then began putting what seemed like gallons of sugar and cream in it. "Hey, Scott, is it usually this empty before school?"
"No, actually," said Scott. "We usually have a few training sessions just before school, but that's usually just punishment if you didn't show up the day before, or if you just didn't do well. So as long as your sharp, you got nothing to worry about,"
Peter laughed again. "Good,"
BAMF! "Mornin' guys." said Kurt
"Mornin' Kurt," both Peter and Scott said in unison.
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"Trust me," said Kurt. "It's just like any normal school," Kurt, Kitty, Rogue, and Peter are now at the front door of Bayville High. Peter was nervous, everyone could see it. "All you have to do is pray you don't get Mr. Stephans,"
"Who's Mr. Stephans?"
"Trust us," said Kitty. "Just pray," Peter crossed himself. "Where's your homeroom?"
"Uh...B-19...where's that?"
"I'll walk you there," said Kitty. "My homerooms right near yours," Kitty and Peter separated from Kurt and Rogue. As they were walking to Peter's room, Kitty struck up a conversation. "So, what was your other school like?"
"It sucked,"
"Because you were picked on? Or cause the school in general sucked?"
"Both,"
"Your not a very talkative person, are you?"
"Not in the mornings, especially when barley got any sleep."
"Why didn't you get any sleep?
"Excited," Kitty decided to give up. It was obvious that Peter didn't feel like talking. Not only that, he looked exhausted.
"Here we are," said Kitty as they approached room B-19. "We still got 5 minutes, but you might as well be early for the first day,"
Peter let out a little laugh. "Yeah," he said. "OK, then I'll see ya later,"
"Bye," said Kitty as she walked away.
Without further a due, Peter walked into his homeroom. Less than half the class was filled, and there was a short chubby teacher with a goatee on the other side of the class doing paperwork. Peter walked up to him, but suddenly felt very light headed. ~Damn,~ He thought. ~I'm exhausted, haha, some first day,~ after Peter felt better, he continued to walk over to the teacher's desk. "Excuse me," said Peter. "Is this, uh.." Peter took a quick look at a little piece of paper the professor gave him earlier that morning. "...Mr. Mitchell's homeroom?"
"Yeah," he replied in a surprisingly high voice considering his size. "Are you...." The teacher took a look at his roster. But Peter answered for him.
"Peter Parker,"
"Right," said the teacher. "Mr. Parker. Welcome to Bayville High," Mr. Mitchell picked up a piece of paper and handed it to Peter. "Here, this is your schedule. Lunch is just after 3rd period, and if you need any help finding your classes, just ask,"
"Thank you," said Peter.
"You're welcome. Grab a seat wherever you like,"
Peter went to sit down in a desk in the center of the class. He then took a look at his schedule:
AP Algebra 2 Mr. Batista D-21
H English 10 Mrs. Capulet J- 41
Spanish 2 Ms. Gonzales T-9
American History Mr. Stephans G- 51 ~fuck~
Volleyball Mr. Saltzberg PE
AP Chemistry Mrs. Capulet J- 41
Peter couldn't help but laugh. The one teacher they said not to get...and he got him. But then again, Peter and luck never really have been good friends. Peter wasn't too surprised, but if this Stephans guy is as bad as everyone says, then he's gonna find a way out...but first....1st Period.
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Period 1
"Are you Mr. Parker? Asked a short man with gray hair. Peter nodded. "Welcome, Mr. Parker, my name is Mr. Batista, your new Algebra to teacher," Mr. Batista held out his hand. Peter shook it. "I was just looking at your grades from your old school, and I must say Mr. Parker, I am very impressed." Peter smiled. "Im serious, I usually don't see work this excellent from my Juniors...or Seniors, what do you do? Live and breathe math?" Mr. Batista let out a laugh.
"No," answered Peter. "Science too," both Peter and Mr. Batista laughed a little.
"That's good news," said Mr. Batista. "You could get into an excellent college with these grades,"
"So I heard,"
"Yes, well, why don;t you take a seat over there, we got so much to do today,"
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Period 2
"Excuse me," Peter said to a small woman with curly pony tailed hair who had to be the teacher. "Are you Ms. Capulet,"
"Yes,"
"Hi, I'm Peter Parker,"
"Oh, the new kid," she put on a cute smile. "Yes, hi. I'm Mrs. Capulet...if you didn't guess," Peter laughed a little and looked at his program again, and it looked like he had her again for AP Chemistry. This certain teacher looked NOTHING like a biology teacher...she looked more like a student. She kind of reminded him of a character in a show that Peter watches every once in a while called "Angel". "Well, from the looks of your grades, I don't think i need to brief you on anything we're doing, so why don't you take a seat over there next to Pamela. Pamela!" she called to a Hispanic girl. "Raise you hand," she did. "Ok, you can sit next to her,"
"Ok, thanks," Peter went over and sat next to Pamela. This time, he wasn't sitting in a single desk. It was three tables connected to eachother, two persons on each table. Peter was greeted first by Pamela.
"Ello," he said in a thick Hispanic accent. Peter didn't recognize it. Mexican? Spanish? South American? Oh well, who cares? "Your new?" she asked.
"Yeah. My names Peter,"
She laughed a little. "Ello Peter,"
"Where are you from?" asked a Hispanic guy from across the table. He had no accent.
"Just outside the city," Peter answered. "What's your name?" he asked the same guy.
"Jose," he answered.
Peter then pointed at the Asian kid who was sitting next to Jose. "Tony," he said.
Peter then looked to his right to find a Philippino guy. "Justin," he held out his fist. "What's up dude,"
Peter hit his fist with his own. "So," said Peter. "Is this class hard?"
"Yeah, kinda," replied Jose. "But, if we get pretty bad grades, she lets us make it up. She's hard, but really nice."
"Yeah," Justin agreed. "She even lets us eat, drink, listen to music, and smoke," he laughed a little.
"Oh, good," said Peter. "I'm glad I brought an extra pack with me..." everyone at the table laughed.
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Period 3
"Umm...Mrs. Gonzales?" he asked a woman who clearly was of Hispanic decent.
"Si?" she said.
"I'm Peter Parker."
"Hello, Peter. But it's like, you're the new estudent, si?" she said in very horrible english.
"Umm....yeah..."
"Ok, but it's like, take your seat over there?"
"Uh...ok" This class wasn;t looking to good already. A spanish teacher that can't speak English good? That can't be good. Peter took a seat next to a tall white guy with a good amout of facial hair. "Yo, dude?" He called to him. "Is her teaching as bad as her English?"
He laughed. "Worse,"
"Great....."
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To Be Continued......
(A/N: Wow, I'm writing chapters likes its goin outta style. REVIEW PLEASE!!! I NEED MORE!)
"Morning," said Scott taking a sip of his coffee and putting down the newspaper. "So, Pete, today's the big day, huh?"
"Yeah," answered Peter. "I close to no sleep last night. I've never been so excited to go to school before,"
"What a coincidence," said Scott. "I've never been excited to go to school, period. Coffee's over there, if you want some,"
Peter let out a little laugh. "Yeah, thanks," Peter grabbed a mug, whihc was right next to the coffee machine, and filled it up with a coffee, then began putting what seemed like gallons of sugar and cream in it. "Hey, Scott, is it usually this empty before school?"
"No, actually," said Scott. "We usually have a few training sessions just before school, but that's usually just punishment if you didn't show up the day before, or if you just didn't do well. So as long as your sharp, you got nothing to worry about,"
Peter laughed again. "Good,"
BAMF! "Mornin' guys." said Kurt
"Mornin' Kurt," both Peter and Scott said in unison.
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"Trust me," said Kurt. "It's just like any normal school," Kurt, Kitty, Rogue, and Peter are now at the front door of Bayville High. Peter was nervous, everyone could see it. "All you have to do is pray you don't get Mr. Stephans,"
"Who's Mr. Stephans?"
"Trust us," said Kitty. "Just pray," Peter crossed himself. "Where's your homeroom?"
"Uh...B-19...where's that?"
"I'll walk you there," said Kitty. "My homerooms right near yours," Kitty and Peter separated from Kurt and Rogue. As they were walking to Peter's room, Kitty struck up a conversation. "So, what was your other school like?"
"It sucked,"
"Because you were picked on? Or cause the school in general sucked?"
"Both,"
"Your not a very talkative person, are you?"
"Not in the mornings, especially when barley got any sleep."
"Why didn't you get any sleep?
"Excited," Kitty decided to give up. It was obvious that Peter didn't feel like talking. Not only that, he looked exhausted.
"Here we are," said Kitty as they approached room B-19. "We still got 5 minutes, but you might as well be early for the first day,"
Peter let out a little laugh. "Yeah," he said. "OK, then I'll see ya later,"
"Bye," said Kitty as she walked away.
Without further a due, Peter walked into his homeroom. Less than half the class was filled, and there was a short chubby teacher with a goatee on the other side of the class doing paperwork. Peter walked up to him, but suddenly felt very light headed. ~Damn,~ He thought. ~I'm exhausted, haha, some first day,~ after Peter felt better, he continued to walk over to the teacher's desk. "Excuse me," said Peter. "Is this, uh.." Peter took a quick look at a little piece of paper the professor gave him earlier that morning. "...Mr. Mitchell's homeroom?"
"Yeah," he replied in a surprisingly high voice considering his size. "Are you...." The teacher took a look at his roster. But Peter answered for him.
"Peter Parker,"
"Right," said the teacher. "Mr. Parker. Welcome to Bayville High," Mr. Mitchell picked up a piece of paper and handed it to Peter. "Here, this is your schedule. Lunch is just after 3rd period, and if you need any help finding your classes, just ask,"
"Thank you," said Peter.
"You're welcome. Grab a seat wherever you like,"
Peter went to sit down in a desk in the center of the class. He then took a look at his schedule:
AP Algebra 2 Mr. Batista D-21
H English 10 Mrs. Capulet J- 41
Spanish 2 Ms. Gonzales T-9
American History Mr. Stephans G- 51 ~fuck~
Volleyball Mr. Saltzberg PE
AP Chemistry Mrs. Capulet J- 41
Peter couldn't help but laugh. The one teacher they said not to get...and he got him. But then again, Peter and luck never really have been good friends. Peter wasn't too surprised, but if this Stephans guy is as bad as everyone says, then he's gonna find a way out...but first....1st Period.
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Period 1
"Are you Mr. Parker? Asked a short man with gray hair. Peter nodded. "Welcome, Mr. Parker, my name is Mr. Batista, your new Algebra to teacher," Mr. Batista held out his hand. Peter shook it. "I was just looking at your grades from your old school, and I must say Mr. Parker, I am very impressed." Peter smiled. "Im serious, I usually don't see work this excellent from my Juniors...or Seniors, what do you do? Live and breathe math?" Mr. Batista let out a laugh.
"No," answered Peter. "Science too," both Peter and Mr. Batista laughed a little.
"That's good news," said Mr. Batista. "You could get into an excellent college with these grades,"
"So I heard,"
"Yes, well, why don;t you take a seat over there, we got so much to do today,"
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Period 2
"Excuse me," Peter said to a small woman with curly pony tailed hair who had to be the teacher. "Are you Ms. Capulet,"
"Yes,"
"Hi, I'm Peter Parker,"
"Oh, the new kid," she put on a cute smile. "Yes, hi. I'm Mrs. Capulet...if you didn't guess," Peter laughed a little and looked at his program again, and it looked like he had her again for AP Chemistry. This certain teacher looked NOTHING like a biology teacher...she looked more like a student. She kind of reminded him of a character in a show that Peter watches every once in a while called "Angel". "Well, from the looks of your grades, I don't think i need to brief you on anything we're doing, so why don't you take a seat over there next to Pamela. Pamela!" she called to a Hispanic girl. "Raise you hand," she did. "Ok, you can sit next to her,"
"Ok, thanks," Peter went over and sat next to Pamela. This time, he wasn't sitting in a single desk. It was three tables connected to eachother, two persons on each table. Peter was greeted first by Pamela.
"Ello," he said in a thick Hispanic accent. Peter didn't recognize it. Mexican? Spanish? South American? Oh well, who cares? "Your new?" she asked.
"Yeah. My names Peter,"
She laughed a little. "Ello Peter,"
"Where are you from?" asked a Hispanic guy from across the table. He had no accent.
"Just outside the city," Peter answered. "What's your name?" he asked the same guy.
"Jose," he answered.
Peter then pointed at the Asian kid who was sitting next to Jose. "Tony," he said.
Peter then looked to his right to find a Philippino guy. "Justin," he held out his fist. "What's up dude,"
Peter hit his fist with his own. "So," said Peter. "Is this class hard?"
"Yeah, kinda," replied Jose. "But, if we get pretty bad grades, she lets us make it up. She's hard, but really nice."
"Yeah," Justin agreed. "She even lets us eat, drink, listen to music, and smoke," he laughed a little.
"Oh, good," said Peter. "I'm glad I brought an extra pack with me..." everyone at the table laughed.
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Period 3
"Umm...Mrs. Gonzales?" he asked a woman who clearly was of Hispanic decent.
"Si?" she said.
"I'm Peter Parker."
"Hello, Peter. But it's like, you're the new estudent, si?" she said in very horrible english.
"Umm....yeah..."
"Ok, but it's like, take your seat over there?"
"Uh...ok" This class wasn;t looking to good already. A spanish teacher that can't speak English good? That can't be good. Peter took a seat next to a tall white guy with a good amout of facial hair. "Yo, dude?" He called to him. "Is her teaching as bad as her English?"
He laughed. "Worse,"
"Great....."
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To Be Continued......
(A/N: Wow, I'm writing chapters likes its goin outta style. REVIEW PLEASE!!! I NEED MORE!)
