Peter woke up to the incessant sound of his alarm clock beeping. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up, groaning. "Oh man, why did I have to have class today?" When he finally came to, he reached over to instinctively shut the stupid alarm clock off, but all he felt was air, not the familiar feeling of his wooden nightstand. That was odd. He looked around and saw not the familiar sight of his desk or computer, not the posters he had tacked on his walls, or even the pictures he had around the room. All he saw was the plain white color of his dorm-room ceiling, then he looked down and saw his bed and everything else, "Oh man, not again!" He had come back to the dorm so late last night he hadn't even made it off of the ceiling before falling asleep. He looked at his hand and saw that he was still wearing his suit, wonderful. He crawled down from the ceiling and lay down on his bed, trying to ignore the alarm. "Five more minutes," he said to himself as he shut the alarm off of his clock. He finally fell asleep.
When he woke up again in a jolt and looked at his clock, he was late!! "Oh man! Doctor Conners will kill me!" He jumped off of the bed and grabbed whatever clothes he could find, a pair of jeans, a green t-shirt and a red button down that he wore over it. He took the gloves off of his suit and put his web shooters in his backpack. He ruffled his brown hair and flew out the door to his dorm. Sometimes this hero gig really killed him, all of the constant swinging around and beating up bad guys was exhausting and for what? J. Jonah Jameson to print BS about him in the Daily Bugle?! Thanks to that nut case half of New York feared him a quarter of them wanted to kick his ass (mainly cops who didn't like him) and the rest... well he figured they were undecided. What was even worse was that he worked for said nut case taking pictures of Spider-Man in action or in J.J.'s words, 'Cathing him red handed in the act!' Sometimes he wondered why he still even did this job, but every time he does the same six words his uncle said to him before he died ring like church bells in his head. 'With great power, comes great responsibility.' After last night though he knew things were about to turn south even more, so his responsibility was now on double time, thanks to a thief he just missed robbing a jewelry store. It was fast and efficient, whoever they were knew what they were doing and that made Peter think that there were about to be more of these. When he was out of his dorm building he sprinted across campus, his super speed and agility helping greatly, and he skidded to a halt at the front door to the Natural Sciences building. He fast walked to Dr. Connors classroom and silently opened the door and tried to sneak to a seat in the very back, but Dr. Connors stopped his lecture to welcome Peter with, "Why Mr. Parker, lovely for you to join us! I hope sleeping in was worth it since you missed about half of my lecture. Get the notes from one of your fellow classmates, if they should be so willing as to do so." Peter hung his head and slunk over to his seat.
He sat down and pulled out his notebook and began to take notes on the rest of his lecture. He tried to look around for anyone willing to give him their notes but he wasn't seeing any takers on that. "Great, what a fine start today!" He was going to have to beg Dr. Connors for his teaching notes after class. Unless someone would step up and help him out. He was doing so well here! It was an upper-level course and he was just a freshman. Dr. Connors was initially not very happy, like most of his upper-level professors, that the university allowed that kind of thinking - that Peter wouldn't be able to handle and drop it within a few weeks. Peter couldn't blame him. So he did his best to be on time, attentive, and to study hard for high-level classes, and up until now he was doing well, but surely now Dr. Connors was beginning to think that Peter couldn't handle the work. Fantastic!<|im_end|>
"Well, I think that does it," Felicia said, peering into the mirror. She did the traditional female head tilt, looking at herself from all angles. It was a new day, and a new school, and she for one, felt like making a bit of effort. However, as she peered a bit closer into her reflection, she scowled. The dark circles were still under her eyes. She dabbed on a bit more concealer, smiling slightly. The tiredness she felt was worth the exhilaration of her side job. She glanced at a pearl bracelet upon her dresser, but resisted the urge to wear it. She couldn't risk being found out, not so soon after returning to New York. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, Felicia grabbed her backpack, patted down her black skirt, and grabbing her keys and phone, sauntered out the door.
An hour or so later, Felicia was more than a bit flustered. She was late for class, her first day. That was making a good impression. She groaned inwardly to herself, knowing she had to keep up the air of a simple student. 'If you want something, go for it 100%.' her fathers words rang in her head and she squared her shoulders. He was right, she wouldn't let this little bump mess up anything for her. Looking up, she could just see the tip of the school building just a few streets away. With a quickened pace, she strode forward, determined to do what she was best at, giving that 100 percent. As she neared the school, she saw another boy running across the lawn, and couldn't help but grin. At least she wasn't the only one who was late. Although, she was a special case, transferring into the school nearly a quarter of the way in. Yet, her finances were stable and her grades were good enough for the school to see past the strangeness of her sudden transfer in.
"100 percent." She muttered, looking up at the large school before her. She could have gone to a different campus, one that was easier and more relaxed. Yet Felicia felt herself drawn to this particular school. Perhaps it was the grandeur of the building, or the complexion of the topics she was taking. Despite the reasons, here she stood. After taking a moment to soak it in, Felicia took the first step.
She gave a tentative knock on the classroom door, opening the door with a soft squeak. She bit her lower lip for a moment as the attention focused on her.
"Excuse me, are you perhaps Dr. Connors? " She asked tentatively, double checking a piece of paper her classes her marked on.
"Yes? And might you be." He asked seemingly annoyed that she had interrupted his lecture.
"Oh, Felicia Hardy, Sir. " She muttered the last part of the sentence, "I just transferred here, I hope the board informed you I would be joining this class." She continued, her gaze fixing itself on the teacher.
"Ah, yes. I hope you know class started about an hour ago. Transfer or not, there is no excuse for tardiness. Isn't that right Mr. Parker?"
Dr. Connors seemed amused by his joke.
" Find a seat, and we can talk after class Mrs. Hardy."
Felicia gave a curt nod, and readjusting her backpack found a seat just a row down and a few seats to the left of the "Mr. Parker." who Dr. Connors had mentioned. She vaugly wondered if he was the one she had seen earlier, sprinting across the grass. Giving a mental shrug, she got herself adjusted, mind already starting to wander to the jewelry store she planned on "visiting" soon.<|im_end|>