I wake up to the sound of the cars going by. I open up my eyes and remember what happened with Tony, he gave me an apartment all to myself. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom. When I'm done in there I walk over to the counter and grab my backpack. I start walking to the school and see Peter on the sidewalk.
"Hey." I say. Peter looks at me and then replies,
"Hi! How was the new apartment?"
"It was great. I slept like a baby,"
"well that's good." Peter responds. "do you remember anything after seeing Bruce?" he asks.
"no." I say.
"that sucks. I can't even imagine what its like to not remember anything." Peter says.
"well I can't regret anything because I don't remember what I do." I joke
"yeah I guess that's a plus" he laughs a bit. we get to school and I go straight to my class. After the first period I end up going to back of the school like I did before. I take my backpack and climb up on the roof again. I go on my phone and start playing 'like a Dino'. I get a phone call and check the number. My school? Well I guess I basically am my own parent so I'll have to act like a parent.
I answer the phone and say 'hello' but in a deeper voice.
"Hi! I'm here to talk to you about your son." The secretary states.
"Ok, go ahead." I say.
"So he recently has been showing up to school but not attending class, he sleeps in class most of the time. And his teachers are concerned about his mental health. We were wondering if you could talk to him about his attendance and try to do something about his mental health." She says.
Did the teachers actually notice me? We're they actually concerned?
"Alright well I'll make sure he attends more often and I'll ask him about his mental health." I say still talking in my 'dad' voice.
"Ok thank you. Have a nice evening," she says.
"Yep, you too." I hang up and put my phone down.
Did the teachers really know how my mental health was going? God this is giving me more anxiety now. The teachers will be watching me now. And I have to attend class more and not sleep in class. Ugh. So annoying. I don't even know what I would do if the teachers came up to me and started asking me questions. I swear I would run. I guess I'll go attend next class. But that's in 25 minutes. So I can stay up here for a while. Thank god tomorrow's Friday.
When 2nd period ends I get down off the roof and walk to class. I sit in the back and take a drink of water out of my water bottle trying to wake myself up. Making sure I don't sleep. Peter than walks- no runs into the room before the bell rings. He sits right next to me and sighs.
"I was almost late." He says.
"Yep. Why were you late?" I ask.
"Flash again."
"Oh come on? That dickwad? I bet you could beat him up."
"Yeah but then he'll bully other kids," he says.
"Be quite." The teacher says to us.
Peter and I both look ahead and some kids in the class laugh. I pay attention and stay awake as well as I can without saying 'it feels like we're in kindergarten' at least not out loud. For the entire class I keep bouncing my knee up and down. When I'm not sleeping I always feel the need to move. I tap my fingers on the desk over and over again until my hand actually cramps up. That hurt just a bit. When class ends me and Peter head to lunch. While were in the hall Peter asks me something.
"Do you have ADHD or something? Not to pry or anything its just you kept bouncing your leg and tapping your fingers on the desk-"
"Yes I have ADHD," I say stopping his rambling.
"Ok," he says. "So you didn't fall asleep in class. What's that about? Had a sudden realization?" He asks.
"The school called me thinking I was my parent and told me that I should be attending more and paying attention,"
"And you listened?"
"I gotta make it seem like my 'dad' talk to me about it."
"Yeah I guess," he laughs.
"Hey Penis Parker!" I hear flash yell at Peter. Peter groans and turns around.
"What?" Peter asks
"What? Not happy to see me?" He asks.
"Come on Peter just walk away." I whisper to Peter. I grab his shoulder and turn him back around and put my arm around his shoulder like a side hug and start walking.
"I think this is a bad idea." Peter whispers.
"Look, if he comes at you I'll help you." I whisper back.
"God I really hope your smart about this decision."
"Yeah, me too."
"Parker where are you going?" Flash yells as we continue walking. Peter and I start walking faster. The cafeteria doors are in sight. Every student except for flash and his goons are in the cafeteria. No one can save us. God I wish a teacher would just pop out of nowhere right now.
"Walk faster." I say to Peter.
"Yeah I know," he mumbles.
"then why aren't you?" I ask.
"oh shut up," Peter whisper yells.
"standing up for yourself now huh?" Flash yells.
Peter and I stay quite and keep speed walking. we're about 10 feet from the cafeteria when Flash runs up to us and pulls on Peter's shirt making him stop and turn around.
"Peter just go to the cafeteria," he was about to oppose but I gave him a look and he sprinted the other way before Flash's goons could get him. I turn and keep walking.
"you think your gonna get away that easily after you let him go?" Flash yells right behind me. I turn around and look at him straight in the eyes, well I have to lean down a bit to look at his eyes because he's a bit short.
"yeah I do," I say.
"I don't think so," Flash says. he then comes at me and out of instinct I step out of the way. Flash growls and comes at me again holding his fist up and tries to punch me. I block it like a reflex and knee him in the stomach as softly as I could with all my anger about him hurting Peter. he kneels down holding his stomach and I sprint down the hall and into the cafeteria to see Peter waiting by the door.
"thank you really." Peter says. he looks out into the hall and Flash is still kneeling down.
"what'd you do to him?"
"kneed him in the stomach," I say simply.
"how'd you learn that?"
"it was just reflex I guess." I say.
"cool, well lets get lunch."
"alright," I say.
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A Hero?
Non-FictionA boy seems to forget things very easily. He goes to school at Midtown High. Lives in an alley. And can't remember who he his...
