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Chapter 1: Settling In

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Peter sighed, looking around his new room. He slung his backpack onto his bed and pulled his suitcase over into the corner beside the closet. Another glance at his room. The walls here are gray as opposed to his tan walls back in New York. The windows are tall and wider than what he's used to. The floor beneath his feet is wood instead of carpet. His room is bare. Hmmm...

'Shut up, judgment. Get used to it. This is where we'll be living now.'

Peter nodded to himself. Yeah. He could get used to this. He looked back at the boxes waiting in the hall for him to unpack, to fill his cold room with. Yeah. Easy peasy.

He stopped by the door for a moment before getting his stuff, turning back to the window. The neighborhood he and Aunt May had moved into was calm. A kid ambled by below his house, leading his dog around on a leash and on the other side of the street an old man had his garage open, working on his car engine as it refused to start.

Peter took a deep breath and sighed through his nose. At least it's quieter here.

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'Uniforms. Yay.'

Peter had just finally gotten used to no uniforms, and now he was stuck with 'it' again. 'It', as in uniforms. Yes, he wasn't a big fan of uniforms. Sorry not sorry. Mostly just because they were uncomfortable, both from the material and the design; and not going to lie, he liked wearing his blue jacket everywhere and making people cringe at his countless shirts of science puns.

So the moment Aunt May pulled out the gakuran-style uniform and told him he had to wear it, he groaned. Before Midtown High, he'd gone to a charter school for 9 years straight, so basically his whole life, which meant he had to wear uniforms his whole life. Basically.

Maybe he's being a bit whiny about this, but truthfully this is just another thing to tack onto the con's side of moving to another country. Peter can't say his dislike of uniforms is strong enough to be considered loathing, but... it's close. Besides, he really likes his pun shirts.

'Shut up, Parker. It's just a uniform.'

Right. Whatever, Peter thought as he buttoned on the black jacket. The buttons were slightly larger than his fingernails, he noticed, and metallic yellow. After straightening his collar and tucking his shirt in, Peter grabbed his backpack and dashed out the door. If he ran fast enough, he could be five minutes early. And he'd had several waffles this morning, so he shouldn't have to worry until 11 something, which was close enough to 12:30(which is when he'd have lunch). 

Peter lived close enough to Aldera High that at a normal speed he'd get there in 10 minutes, and with his enhanced strength and stamina he'd get there in 4 minutes. No equations there. Just a pure guess from past experiences.

Ducking past people and running through alleyways, Peter quickly cleared the few blocks between him and the school, leaping over one last wall before he stopped. No one saw him, yay. Now just to hope he was actually 5 minutes early rather than 5 minutes late. 

Brushing his pants off quickly, Peter rushed across the road and through the front gates. A couple stragglers were still outside, but they didn't pay him any mind. Peter supposed many other kids had come in running 5 minutes before attendance. One or two students did, however, take a second look at his new face, but he was already through the door before they got a good look. It wasn't that he was intentionally hiding his face, it was just... well, new-kid-jitters, he supposed.

Getting inside, he came into a room which is where he assumed he was supposed to change his shoes, based on the rows of cubby-like shelves lined with shoes. Hurriedly, he pulled his ratty sneakers off and put on the white slip-ons, shoving his dirtier shoes into the cubby.