Lunch
"Dominos!?" asked Peter surprised.
"That's right," replied the lunch lady. "I said you have your choice of Dominos Pizza, a Subway Sandwich, or the regular cafeteria lunch, which is meatloaf,"
Peter just stared as if he could hardly believe his ears. At his old school, it was a rarity to have anything other than that disgusting excuse for cafeteria food, like deformed meatloaf, or spaghetti, or his personal favorite, green roast beef. "I'll...take the sandwich," The lunch lady opened a box and took out a Subway Sandwich...which was actually from Subway! Peter once again stared at the wrapped up sandwich as if it were a piece of gold.
"Hey, kid!" Said the lunch lady snapping Peter back to reality. "Think you could move the line? We gotta ton of hungry kids here."
"Oh, sorry," whispered Peter as he gradually made his way out of the line and towards the sitting area. He looked around for someone he knew....namely Kurt, Kitty, or Rouge. After a few seconds, Peter saw a girl's hand waving at him in the distance. It was Kitty, who was sitting next to Kurt, who was across from Rouge. Peter made his way to the lunch table, sat down next to Rouge, and said, "Hey guys, did you know they actually sell food thats....well....real?"
Kurt looked at his half eaten pizza suspiciously. "Really?" asked Kurt. "Zhat's funny. I coulda svorn it vas fake," he said sarcastically. Kitty laughed.
"No no no, you don;t understand," said Peter who also laughed at Kurt's remark. "I never had this kind of stuff at my school. I used to always think lunch was cruel and unusual punishment,"
Kitty laughed again. "Well...welcome to Bayville High!" she said.
"Yeah, I seem to be getting that a lot," said Peter.
"So, how's your first day going so for?" asked Kurt with a mouthful of Pizza.
Peter laughed. "See for yourself," Peter then got his schedule out of his pockets and gave it to Kurt. Kitty also took a look at it.
Kurt and Kitty laughed. "Wow, you not a very lucky guy, are you?" said Kurt.
Peter laughed. "Luck?" He said sarcastically. "What is this luck you speak off?" Peter then looked around, looking for more of the Xavier kids, like Bobby or Scott. No such luck. "Hey, were not the only ones that go to this school, right?" Kitty shook her head. "Then where's everyone else?"
Kitty spoke up this time. "Scotty-boy is over there," Kitty pointed to a group of guys along with three girls. "With his friends that he met a while ago. Bobby, Jubilee, Sam, and Amara hang out somewhere around here. And Jean hangs around those football jerks and the supposed 'Mr. Perfect' Duncan Mathews," Kitty said pointed to Jean and a bunch of guys who were all wearing Varsity football jackets. "...Much to Scott's dismay,"
"What?" asked Peter. "What do you mean?" Kitty and Kurt laughed and Rouge just smiled... which is what usually happens with Peter says something funny, but this time he didn't get the joke. "What so funny? Why does Scott hate those dudes?"
"Oh c'mon sticky," said Rouge. "You gonna tell me you haven't noticed," Peter shrugged and shook his head. "Rogue flip her white hair out of her eyes as if she were preparing herself. "Ok, in a nutshell...Scott loves, and I mean LOVES Jean, Jean is going out with 'Mr. Perfect', and the football sluts like Scott in that He's-cute-in-that-non-popular kinda way." Peter stood in silence waiting for Rogue to continue. She didn't.
"Vell guys, I gotta go," said Kurt quickly as he got finished his pizza.
"Whoa whoa whoa," said Peter. "Where are you going?"
"Over to Amanda, later!" said Kurt as he picked up his backpack and sped off.
"What the hell was that?" Rogue and Kitty looked at each other, then looked at Peter puzzled. "He just speeds off like that? Why?" Kitty was going to say something, but Peter knew what she was going to say. "I know it's cuz of Amanda, but why can't she and her friends come over here?" Rouge's face was emotionless, but Kitty put on a sad face. Peter read her like a book. "Lemme guess...cuz were mutants?" spat out Peter obviously angry.
"No, it's not like that," said Kitty. Peter folded his arms waiting for an explanation. "It's just that...well....Amanda does know about us...but..." Peter raised his eyebrow. "I don't know. I mean, don't you think it'll be a little....awkward?"
"Well, we'll just introduce ourselves, what's hard about that?"
"Don't think it works like that," said Rogue in response.
"Why not?" Asked Peter. Rogue didn't answer. "Your afraid, aren't you," Rogue was quick to take offense, but Peter spoke again before she could. "Are you gonna deny it? I can't find any other reason," Rogue swallowed her words and tried to think of something else to say. Peter beat it to her again. "'Don't think you know a person just because of the close they wear. You not gonna make to many friends that way.' Remember that Rogue? Isn't this the same situation?"
Bullseye.
Rogue had a dangerous mixture of anger and defeat inside. She tried to hide it, but the look on her face made it possible for Peter and even Kitty to read her clear as day. Although she was angry that Peter spat her words back at her, Rogue slowly accepted the fact that he was right. There is no real difference between the two situations they've encountered. Rogue smiled and said. "Ok, smart-ass," she said. "I get it. So what are you planning on doing?" The bell rang.
"Yeah," agreed Kitty as she picked up her backpack and got up from the table. "I understand what you mean Peter, but what do you plan on doing about it?" Peter and Rogue both got up and put on there backpacks.
"Trust me," he said. "I gotsa a plan..."
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Period 4
This is it. The moment Peter has been dreading, but at the same time, he was excited. He doesn't recall having a teacher with such a bad reputation that people tell you to pray not to get him. Most of the time, Peter would hardly even listen to his teachers. He would just read the text book himself, and learn the whole section before the teacher ends the lecture. Peter walked into class G- 51. There were only three or four students in the room, but that was probably because the tardy bell doesn't ring for another five minutes. Peter then spotted a middle age man in the back sitting down grading papers. It had to be him, so Peter approached him.
"Excuse me," said Peter.
"Take your seat," was the man's reply.
Peter didn't know what to do. Should he take a seat...are was this just him preceding his reputation. "Um, sir, I think you need to-"
"We're you absent yesterday?" asked the man.
...What? "Um, no," he said
"Then take your seat,"
...WHAT!? "Look, sir," said Peter decided to speak quickly. "I'm new, so I think you need to sign me in,"
The teacher looked at Peter. "Take that seat over there,"
Peter had a feeling that this is going to be one long hour.
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Period 5
Gym. Not Peter's best class, but anything can be better than that Mr. Stephans character. Besides, it was volleyball. Volleyball shouldn't be hard. Right?
Peter entered a gym full of boys with athletic clothes on, in his regular clothes. He already felt uncomfortable. Don't worry about it thought Peter. Just find the teacher Peter looked around. There didn't seem to be an age limit in the class, see as though some of the students were only 5 and a half feet tall, while others were 6'5 with facial hair. Peter than spotted a man who wasn't wearing any athletic clothes, and seem to be older. That must be him. Peter walked over to him and said "Excuse me, are you Mr. Saltzberg,"
"That I am," he said. "You're the new kid?" Peter nodded. "Ok, cool. Let me sign you in here," his tone of voice led Peter to believe that he was very nice. "Ok, have you ever played volleyball before?" Peter was about to answer. "Not the kind you played in middle, I mean real volleyball,"
"No"
"Ok, No problem. We'll teach you. How tall are you?"
"Um...I'd say maybe 5'7,"
"OK, then, you're a setter. Rasta!" The coach yelled and one of the players jogged over to them. He looked pretty athletic. "Can you teach Peter here the basics? I think you can afford to skip a day or two,"
"Yeah, sure," said Rasta.
The coach was just about to leave, but stopped. "Oh by the way, Peter, do you have anything else to wear?" Said the coach after realizing Peter was wearing jean pants and a blue polo shirt.
"No I don't,"
"No? Well, that's ok. Just make sure you bring a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt tomarrow, alright?" Peter nodded. "Good. Rasta, just teach him how to pass for now, we'll se if he can hit tomorrow," The coach walked away.
"Ok," began Rasta. "Lets start with bumping,"
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Period 6
Peter walked into his science class, which is actually the same room as his English class. He saw his teacher Ms. Capulet at her desk, who waved for him to come to her. Peter walked over to her desk and greeted her. "Hey, Peter," said the teacher. "How's your first day going?"
"Not to bad actually...except for my fourth period,"
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I got this guy, Mr. Stephans,"
"Oh, yeah....I heard a lot about him,"
"You have?"
"Yeah. But don't worry about it, just hold your puke, and do the work," Peter laughed. "Ok, take your seat from 2nd period and we'll get started,"
"Hey, Peter," said Kitty from behind, as she caught up to him. "So, how was Stephans?"
"Oh my god, you guys were right," Peter said. "That gut has no clue what he's doing. That was seriously the first time I fell asleep in class. And he doesn't even use the book!! He just goes on what he remembers! It's ridiculous!"
"You finished?" Asked Kitty.
Peter caught his breathe. "Yeah...yeah sorry about that. I was never so mad at a teacher before!" Both Peter and Kitty exited the building and headed for Scott's car. "Oh well, school can't be perfect. Anyway, I heard something about after-school sessions at the mansion? What's that about?"
"Yeah, almost everyday after school, we do drills in the danger room or the yard to teach us how to control our powers,"
"But I can control mine,"
"So can I, but we still gotta do it, just to make sure we can use them right," Kitty and Peter got to the car before anyone else did, but shortly after, Scott and Kurt showed up. "Where's Rogue?" Asked Kitty.
"Not sure," replied Scott. "I think she's going to Tower Records to listen to some music,"
"By herself?"
"Ja," this time Kurt replied. "She does that all the time."
The car ride home was actually fun. Scott was blasting Red Hot Chilli Peppers "Can't Stop," And everyone who knew the words sang along. Scott and Kurt would tell Peter that the ride from the mansion to school was 20 minutes long, but to Peter, it seemed like five. When they finally arrived to the mansion, Logan and the rest of the students were already in uniform. Logan had his arms crossed and didn't look to happy. "You're late," he said as soon as Scott, Kitty, Kurt, and Peter walked into the building. "Were's Rogue?"
"You promised her a day off, remember?" Said Scott.
"Yeah," said Logan. "The rest of you get dressed. This is Spider-boy's first day on the job, so we gotta make in memorable." A chill went down Peter's spine after he said that. "You got five minutes to get ready. Go!"
Scott and Kitty teens ran up the stairs, as Peter and Kurt climbed up them. Literally. "Why does Rogue get a day off today?" asked Peter.
"Rogue does some private sessions vith Logan every once in a vhile," replied Kurt. "I vatched one once, and it vasn't pretty! ....vait...vhat am I doing?" Bamf! Peter quickly dashed into his room looking for the Spider- Man costume that he worked 2 weeks on. He really took pride in the costume, he had to take it to 12 different tailors so no one would recognize it. Peter was looking through his drawers, wondering where he put it, but something laying on his bed caught his eye. It was a metal box. He didn't recognize it, so he went over to it and opened it. He looked inside to find a blue spandex outfit with a small white spider on the chest, gold, red, and black "X" pendants on the shoulders, and gold gloves, boots, and belts. Peter smiled.
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Another day goes without any change, the feeling they live with still remains. They're stuck in a whole and they're searching for anything to hold on to. There has to be someplace that nobody knows, somewhere they can only go. There has to be someplace where they can be all alone. They have to escape and she would go anywhere if he'd just lead the way.
(A/N: Yeah...I fell kinda good about this chapter. PLEASE REVIEW! The costume idea was based on a drawing I saw by a fan known as "Spider-X". You can see that pic on
. REVIEW! Later)
"Dominos!?" asked Peter surprised.
"That's right," replied the lunch lady. "I said you have your choice of Dominos Pizza, a Subway Sandwich, or the regular cafeteria lunch, which is meatloaf,"
Peter just stared as if he could hardly believe his ears. At his old school, it was a rarity to have anything other than that disgusting excuse for cafeteria food, like deformed meatloaf, or spaghetti, or his personal favorite, green roast beef. "I'll...take the sandwich," The lunch lady opened a box and took out a Subway Sandwich...which was actually from Subway! Peter once again stared at the wrapped up sandwich as if it were a piece of gold.
"Hey, kid!" Said the lunch lady snapping Peter back to reality. "Think you could move the line? We gotta ton of hungry kids here."
"Oh, sorry," whispered Peter as he gradually made his way out of the line and towards the sitting area. He looked around for someone he knew....namely Kurt, Kitty, or Rouge. After a few seconds, Peter saw a girl's hand waving at him in the distance. It was Kitty, who was sitting next to Kurt, who was across from Rouge. Peter made his way to the lunch table, sat down next to Rouge, and said, "Hey guys, did you know they actually sell food thats....well....real?"
Kurt looked at his half eaten pizza suspiciously. "Really?" asked Kurt. "Zhat's funny. I coulda svorn it vas fake," he said sarcastically. Kitty laughed.
"No no no, you don;t understand," said Peter who also laughed at Kurt's remark. "I never had this kind of stuff at my school. I used to always think lunch was cruel and unusual punishment,"
Kitty laughed again. "Well...welcome to Bayville High!" she said.
"Yeah, I seem to be getting that a lot," said Peter.
"So, how's your first day going so for?" asked Kurt with a mouthful of Pizza.
Peter laughed. "See for yourself," Peter then got his schedule out of his pockets and gave it to Kurt. Kitty also took a look at it.
Kurt and Kitty laughed. "Wow, you not a very lucky guy, are you?" said Kurt.
Peter laughed. "Luck?" He said sarcastically. "What is this luck you speak off?" Peter then looked around, looking for more of the Xavier kids, like Bobby or Scott. No such luck. "Hey, were not the only ones that go to this school, right?" Kitty shook her head. "Then where's everyone else?"
Kitty spoke up this time. "Scotty-boy is over there," Kitty pointed to a group of guys along with three girls. "With his friends that he met a while ago. Bobby, Jubilee, Sam, and Amara hang out somewhere around here. And Jean hangs around those football jerks and the supposed 'Mr. Perfect' Duncan Mathews," Kitty said pointed to Jean and a bunch of guys who were all wearing Varsity football jackets. "...Much to Scott's dismay,"
"What?" asked Peter. "What do you mean?" Kitty and Kurt laughed and Rouge just smiled... which is what usually happens with Peter says something funny, but this time he didn't get the joke. "What so funny? Why does Scott hate those dudes?"
"Oh c'mon sticky," said Rouge. "You gonna tell me you haven't noticed," Peter shrugged and shook his head. "Rogue flip her white hair out of her eyes as if she were preparing herself. "Ok, in a nutshell...Scott loves, and I mean LOVES Jean, Jean is going out with 'Mr. Perfect', and the football sluts like Scott in that He's-cute-in-that-non-popular kinda way." Peter stood in silence waiting for Rogue to continue. She didn't.
"Vell guys, I gotta go," said Kurt quickly as he got finished his pizza.
"Whoa whoa whoa," said Peter. "Where are you going?"
"Over to Amanda, later!" said Kurt as he picked up his backpack and sped off.
"What the hell was that?" Rogue and Kitty looked at each other, then looked at Peter puzzled. "He just speeds off like that? Why?" Kitty was going to say something, but Peter knew what she was going to say. "I know it's cuz of Amanda, but why can't she and her friends come over here?" Rouge's face was emotionless, but Kitty put on a sad face. Peter read her like a book. "Lemme guess...cuz were mutants?" spat out Peter obviously angry.
"No, it's not like that," said Kitty. Peter folded his arms waiting for an explanation. "It's just that...well....Amanda does know about us...but..." Peter raised his eyebrow. "I don't know. I mean, don't you think it'll be a little....awkward?"
"Well, we'll just introduce ourselves, what's hard about that?"
"Don't think it works like that," said Rogue in response.
"Why not?" Asked Peter. Rogue didn't answer. "Your afraid, aren't you," Rogue was quick to take offense, but Peter spoke again before she could. "Are you gonna deny it? I can't find any other reason," Rogue swallowed her words and tried to think of something else to say. Peter beat it to her again. "'Don't think you know a person just because of the close they wear. You not gonna make to many friends that way.' Remember that Rogue? Isn't this the same situation?"
Bullseye.
Rogue had a dangerous mixture of anger and defeat inside. She tried to hide it, but the look on her face made it possible for Peter and even Kitty to read her clear as day. Although she was angry that Peter spat her words back at her, Rogue slowly accepted the fact that he was right. There is no real difference between the two situations they've encountered. Rogue smiled and said. "Ok, smart-ass," she said. "I get it. So what are you planning on doing?" The bell rang.
"Yeah," agreed Kitty as she picked up her backpack and got up from the table. "I understand what you mean Peter, but what do you plan on doing about it?" Peter and Rogue both got up and put on there backpacks.
"Trust me," he said. "I gotsa a plan..."
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Period 4
This is it. The moment Peter has been dreading, but at the same time, he was excited. He doesn't recall having a teacher with such a bad reputation that people tell you to pray not to get him. Most of the time, Peter would hardly even listen to his teachers. He would just read the text book himself, and learn the whole section before the teacher ends the lecture. Peter walked into class G- 51. There were only three or four students in the room, but that was probably because the tardy bell doesn't ring for another five minutes. Peter then spotted a middle age man in the back sitting down grading papers. It had to be him, so Peter approached him.
"Excuse me," said Peter.
"Take your seat," was the man's reply.
Peter didn't know what to do. Should he take a seat...are was this just him preceding his reputation. "Um, sir, I think you need to-"
"We're you absent yesterday?" asked the man.
...What? "Um, no," he said
"Then take your seat,"
...WHAT!? "Look, sir," said Peter decided to speak quickly. "I'm new, so I think you need to sign me in,"
The teacher looked at Peter. "Take that seat over there,"
Peter had a feeling that this is going to be one long hour.
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Period 5
Gym. Not Peter's best class, but anything can be better than that Mr. Stephans character. Besides, it was volleyball. Volleyball shouldn't be hard. Right?
Peter entered a gym full of boys with athletic clothes on, in his regular clothes. He already felt uncomfortable. Don't worry about it thought Peter. Just find the teacher Peter looked around. There didn't seem to be an age limit in the class, see as though some of the students were only 5 and a half feet tall, while others were 6'5 with facial hair. Peter than spotted a man who wasn't wearing any athletic clothes, and seem to be older. That must be him. Peter walked over to him and said "Excuse me, are you Mr. Saltzberg,"
"That I am," he said. "You're the new kid?" Peter nodded. "Ok, cool. Let me sign you in here," his tone of voice led Peter to believe that he was very nice. "Ok, have you ever played volleyball before?" Peter was about to answer. "Not the kind you played in middle, I mean real volleyball,"
"No"
"Ok, No problem. We'll teach you. How tall are you?"
"Um...I'd say maybe 5'7,"
"OK, then, you're a setter. Rasta!" The coach yelled and one of the players jogged over to them. He looked pretty athletic. "Can you teach Peter here the basics? I think you can afford to skip a day or two,"
"Yeah, sure," said Rasta.
The coach was just about to leave, but stopped. "Oh by the way, Peter, do you have anything else to wear?" Said the coach after realizing Peter was wearing jean pants and a blue polo shirt.
"No I don't,"
"No? Well, that's ok. Just make sure you bring a pair of athletic shorts and a T-shirt tomarrow, alright?" Peter nodded. "Good. Rasta, just teach him how to pass for now, we'll se if he can hit tomorrow," The coach walked away.
"Ok," began Rasta. "Lets start with bumping,"
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Period 6
Peter walked into his science class, which is actually the same room as his English class. He saw his teacher Ms. Capulet at her desk, who waved for him to come to her. Peter walked over to her desk and greeted her. "Hey, Peter," said the teacher. "How's your first day going?"
"Not to bad actually...except for my fourth period,"
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I got this guy, Mr. Stephans,"
"Oh, yeah....I heard a lot about him,"
"You have?"
"Yeah. But don't worry about it, just hold your puke, and do the work," Peter laughed. "Ok, take your seat from 2nd period and we'll get started,"
"Hey, Peter," said Kitty from behind, as she caught up to him. "So, how was Stephans?"
"Oh my god, you guys were right," Peter said. "That gut has no clue what he's doing. That was seriously the first time I fell asleep in class. And he doesn't even use the book!! He just goes on what he remembers! It's ridiculous!"
"You finished?" Asked Kitty.
Peter caught his breathe. "Yeah...yeah sorry about that. I was never so mad at a teacher before!" Both Peter and Kitty exited the building and headed for Scott's car. "Oh well, school can't be perfect. Anyway, I heard something about after-school sessions at the mansion? What's that about?"
"Yeah, almost everyday after school, we do drills in the danger room or the yard to teach us how to control our powers,"
"But I can control mine,"
"So can I, but we still gotta do it, just to make sure we can use them right," Kitty and Peter got to the car before anyone else did, but shortly after, Scott and Kurt showed up. "Where's Rogue?" Asked Kitty.
"Not sure," replied Scott. "I think she's going to Tower Records to listen to some music,"
"By herself?"
"Ja," this time Kurt replied. "She does that all the time."
The car ride home was actually fun. Scott was blasting Red Hot Chilli Peppers "Can't Stop," And everyone who knew the words sang along. Scott and Kurt would tell Peter that the ride from the mansion to school was 20 minutes long, but to Peter, it seemed like five. When they finally arrived to the mansion, Logan and the rest of the students were already in uniform. Logan had his arms crossed and didn't look to happy. "You're late," he said as soon as Scott, Kitty, Kurt, and Peter walked into the building. "Were's Rogue?"
"You promised her a day off, remember?" Said Scott.
"Yeah," said Logan. "The rest of you get dressed. This is Spider-boy's first day on the job, so we gotta make in memorable." A chill went down Peter's spine after he said that. "You got five minutes to get ready. Go!"
Scott and Kitty teens ran up the stairs, as Peter and Kurt climbed up them. Literally. "Why does Rogue get a day off today?" asked Peter.
"Rogue does some private sessions vith Logan every once in a vhile," replied Kurt. "I vatched one once, and it vasn't pretty! ....vait...vhat am I doing?" Bamf! Peter quickly dashed into his room looking for the Spider- Man costume that he worked 2 weeks on. He really took pride in the costume, he had to take it to 12 different tailors so no one would recognize it. Peter was looking through his drawers, wondering where he put it, but something laying on his bed caught his eye. It was a metal box. He didn't recognize it, so he went over to it and opened it. He looked inside to find a blue spandex outfit with a small white spider on the chest, gold, red, and black "X" pendants on the shoulders, and gold gloves, boots, and belts. Peter smiled.
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Another day goes without any change, the feeling they live with still remains. They're stuck in a whole and they're searching for anything to hold on to. There has to be someplace that nobody knows, somewhere they can only go. There has to be someplace where they can be all alone. They have to escape and she would go anywhere if he'd just lead the way.
(A/N: Yeah...I fell kinda good about this chapter. PLEASE REVIEW! The costume idea was based on a drawing I saw by a fan known as "Spider-X". You can see that pic on
. REVIEW! Later)
