When the first car pulled up outside of Marvel High School on the 24th of March, 1984; it was 7 am.The sun had just pulled itself over the horizon to chase off the night and had settled behind a grey cloud. The whole sky seemed to be blanketed in thick grey causing the air to be humid and muggy.
Marvel High School sat in view of the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn bridge. It was a compilation of many different eras and styles and all together looked as if the entirety of New York's history had been squashed into a building. The front of the school (that greeted the parents) was mostly comprised of the principal's office (a spacious and uncluttered room that followed the current trend of minimalism and held only professional documents except a small, framed photograph of principal Coulson's wife, daughter and son (named Melinda, Daisy and Grant respectively); the rest of the arching, red front building was the home of the reception, the visitors waiting room, the nurse's office and a few teachers' offices. One would also have to walk through the daunting building every morning and afternoon when beginning and ending the school day.
The rest of the school lay behind the entrance and was made up of five differently styled buildings that were connected by narrow corridors along the ground floor to create a hexagonal shape (if it were connected to the entrance, that is). Closest to the entrance building, to the south-west, was the Humanities block; a large, rectangular three story building that was believed to have been built in the nineteenth century. This contained the numerous English, French and Latin classrooms as well as the history, geography and drama rooms.
Next was the block known as the labs, a two story 1960s style building that housed both science laboratories and their classrooms along with mathematics.
Then there was the gymnasium with the playing field to the rear of it that hosted the many sports events that Marvel High were more than happy to sign up to (mostly track and field events and football games; American and standard alike). The gym was fairly new- having been built in 1982- and was the pride of Marvel. It was often the biggest selling point.
Closest to the west side of the entrance building was the tech block which contained the art studios, home economics rooms and shop labs.
Then squashed between the Tech block and gym was the library (and to the back, a cafeteria) that had also been rebuilt fairly recently and contained the few computers that the students were permitted to use. It was a three story building with the bottom two floors being open plan and connected by winding steel stairs, while the top floor was used as a storage room. On the bottom floor, there was a large, circular space occupied by eight rectangular tables with four chairs at each table. And just behind the tables stood a proud stone statue of the school's founder, Stanley Lieber.
And it was the events in this library that changed the lives of five unsuspecting pupils.
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A red haired girl turned to her father and sighed heavily, "this is so stupid, father. I can't believe that you've made me come to this detention! All my friends are at the mall and-"
"You should've thought about the consequences before you did what you did. Now stop complaining and deal with the punishment, okay?" Her balding father interrupted with his thick but understandable Russian accent. He impulsively twiddled the end of his moustache with his thumb and index finger and placed a kiss on his daughter's forehead. The girl sighed.
"Da, father. See you at three," she sighed and quickly pecked her father cheek before climbing out of the maroon BMW and shutting the door firmly behind her. She turned to wave after a few seconds but her father had already sped off out the car park leaving only petrol fumes to see her off. She sighed and climbed the steps up to the main entrance.
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FanfictionMarvel High School, New York City, 1984 Five students spend a Saturday in detention. All have nothing in common and are completely different in personality and interests. Until they start to talk to each other and realise that maybe they're not just...