Avengers: The Recruits (On Hold)

Chapter 20

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A week later...
I lay against a surgery table, thankfully that has some towels shielding me from the cold metal, with my arm resting in its cast on my stomach. Nurses walk around the room as I stare straight ahead at the mirror, knowing well enough that it is a one way mirror. This will be my second bone reconstruction procedure, it's experimental, but our hopes are to heal my arm quickly. A few minutes later, a nurse puts a breathing mask over my nose and mouth.
"Remember, just take long breaths and then you will fall asleep," the nurse said "just like last time."
I nod my head and start taking in long breaths as the sleeping gas starts flowing into the mask. My eyes grow heavy as I lazily look around the room, observing my surroundings of the surgery room. The soft beeping of a heart monitor slows as I begin to fall into a deep sleep...

A couple days later...
   I carefully reach up with my good arm and begin putting in the combination to my locker. After successfully unlocking my locker, I carefully sit my backpack on the floor and then begin lowering my binders and books into the bag. Quickly, after I place the last thing I need into my bag, I stand up abruptly and-
"Agh!" I exclaim loudly as pain erupts throughout my scalp from banging it into the locker door. I tightly press my lips together as I clench my jaw and press on the wound with my good hand. Could this day get any worse?
MER MER MER, crap the last warning bell is ringing. I only have two minutes to get to first period which is on the third floor...and I'm on the first. In a rush, I zip up my bag and pull it up to my good shoulder, while forcing my way down the hall, through the huge crowd of students. I can not be late, I'm going to be in even more trouble back at the tower and with my Dad.
   I run as quickly as I can up the stairs, while continuously having to make sure no one bumps into my wounded arm. Come on, come on! Once I finally make it onto the third floor, I shove the door to the hallway open and begin my sprint to the end of the hall. The hallway seems to grow even longer as I make my way towards first period. Spotting the door to my class, relief spreads throughout my chest as I continue my run.
   A foot away from the door and suddenly the late bell rings...oh no.
   "You're late," my grumpy teacher sneers as I quickly enter the room.
   "I was a foot away from the door sir," I try to reason while my eyebrows scrunch together "at least I tried to get to class-"
   "Who cares?" He cuts me off with an attitude. "Do you have a signed excuse?"
   "No sir," I begin "I banged my head on my loc-"
   "I will have to mark you late," he interrupts again.
   "But sir, can't you let it slide?" I try to quietly plead. "I was only a foot away from the door."
   "How about this," he growls quietly "you serve detention this afternoon for trying to get out of trouble, and maybe you'll learn not to be late to my class."
How about you quit being a-
   "Yes sir," I reply with my jaw clenched, stopping myself from giving him a piece of my mind. Great, I mentally grumble to myself as I drop down into my seat beside Allie, who has a sympathetic look cast towards me. This day just got worse.

   Three and a half long hours later, I find myself sitting at my usual lunch table, but this time I sit alone. This day just keeps getting better and better, I sarcastically tell myself. I shove my plastic spoon into a sorry excuse of what they call Mashed Potatoes. They should've added more lumps to it, I sarcastically gripe. I raise my spoon to my mouth, and suddenly someone has to bump into my back...resulting in my food dropping onto my leg.
   I look up slowly with my jaw and fists clinched tightly. Turning my attention to my left, I find a guy stumbling around on purpose. That jerk just wants to impress his friends by being stupid, I mentally growl. I look away and squeeze my eyes shut as I force a breath out of my lungs. Don't cause a scene, don't cause a scene.
   I begin fighting an internal battle with myself while I carefully begin removing the food. That jerk needs to be taught a lesson, but I don't need to get into anymore trouble with Shield and Dad. What if I 'accidentally' tripped him? No, somehow I would still get in trouble. I let out an angry sigh again before I go back to eating this thing they call food.