A Tale of Two Spiders [BEING REWRITTEN ELSEWHERE]

Part 4

Miles's POV

I nervously stepped into the hallways of Brooklyn Visions Academy. Even after one whole year at the school, I felt slightly out of place here. This school would make anyone in my position feel at least a bit anxious - seeing as Visions was arguably one of, if not the most, prestigious schools in the whole of Brooklyn, and rightfully so - with its gleaming halls, tall archways and sparkling floors, it gave off an aura of regality; a feeling of coercion.

I had grown to belong here, and gotten used to the intensity of the academy, but sometimes I struggled to believe that I was meant to be here - that this was my new home. After spending my whole life among 'the people' as I liked to call them, such a sudden switch from one side of the spectrum to another really got me.

But as long as I had Gwen by my side, nothing could go wrong...

Right?

Timeskip

EVERYTHING WENT WRONG.

I was late for most of my classes, embarrassed myself in front of everyone by tripping over my shoelaces while walking to my desk, forgot my English essay at home (so THAT'S what I forgot), and, worst of all, I got a B+ on my Physics test.

I'm dead when I get home.

I sighed as I slid into my seat at our usual lunch table. Pavitr, Gayatri, and Gwen had already arrived, and Hobie...well...was probably skiving classes again. Somehow that guy still passes all his classes while missing half of them anyway. 

I put my head in my hands and dragged my palms down my face, groaning as I did so. Today is one of those days, I suppose.

'What's up, Miles? You seem down,' Gwen asked, pointing her fork at me with a concerned expression.

'Oh, you know, my day was just great.' I muttered looking at the table.

'That bad, huh?' Pavitr mused, resting his chin on his hand. 

'Yep.'

The others saw I wasn't in the mood for chitchat and decided to leave me alone for the rest of lunch, which was a good choice.

Timeskip

I tapped my pen against my paper and desk frustratedly. All that was on said paper was the title, 'Great Expectations.' I had been staring at it for the last 15 minutes, trying to figure out what to write next - I had never been much of a writer. That was Gwen's domain.

Tap, tap.

I gripped my hair even tighter than before as I squinted at my essay - the sun was going down, and I still hadn't gotten anything done.

Tap, tap.

The sun's weak rays shone onto my desk, and the little particles in it swirled around, almost magically. I wonder what those are called...how do they even do that? I could've sworn I knew what this effect was.

Tap, tap.

I yawned. I had already had a long day, and I was tired, man. I wanted nothing more than to lay my head down and sleep. It's not like I had anything better to do - screw this work. I could do it tomorrow, right?

TAP.

That was the sound of me slamming my pen down on my desk in irritation. I'm so done.
I leaned back on my chair and looked outside my window, gazing at the concrete jungle that met my eyes. After many years here, with someone by my side, I knew every single alleyway and shortcut on this side of Brooklyn. I had to jump over gates and fences, crawl through sewers (ew.), and even got chased by cops once.