The Spider-man << Marvel Cinimatic Universe Fanfiction>>

Medusa

New town new school, luckily not new uniform. I cringed, screwing up my face in disgust as I pulled out my old prep uniform from my moving box while looking for something decent smelling to wear on my first day at Midtown Highschool. Lucky me.

I sighed, tossing the woolen piece over into the corner.

"Knock knock, can I come in sweet?" I grunted, my mom taking that as a yes as she entered, leaving the door wide open behind her and taking a casual seat on my bed. "Rae, I know you're not excited about this but-"

"Its a wonderful job opportunity plus New York is incredibly cultured plus the center of intergalactic and powered disturbances of the word, I know mom. I've seen the news." She made an embaraced smile, tucking a short lock of blond shocked hair behind her ear. "I get it, you're a reporter of the weird, the Daily Bugle wanted you, we moved here. It's not that big of a deal." She twisted up her lip and sniffed for a second before nodding her head.

"It is for someone your age, I just want you to know I'm here for you." I gripped a blue flannel and tshirt depicting the logo for jurrasic park from the bottom of the box and tucked them under my arm with a pair of Jean's and socks.

"Its fine mom. I'm sure I'll make plenty of friends, besides," I twisted my cheeks up into an over exaggerated grin, "who couldn't love this face?" She laughed, standing up and flattening out her first day suit skirt.

"Definatly not me. Have a good day hon, I have to go." She cupped a hand to my cheek before rifling through her pocket and pulling out a card. "For the subway, preloaded for the next month. Be careful Rachel, bye!" She gave me a kiss on the still warm place on my cheek from her hand. I waved at her out of my room before closing back my door and throwing off my shorts and tank top, replacing them with th semi clean box smelling clothes and grabbing my backpack off the floor. I scratched my nose for a second before trying to remember if I needed anything else.

Let's see, calculator, notebooks one through four, pencils and pens, sketchbook and schedual. Nope, good.

I walked out of the house, locking the door in my wake before heading down the sidewalk towards the subway station. It was crowded and smelled like feet, which shouldn't be a surprise since everyone who wanted to pay their bills or not be killed by their parents for skipping was trying to get to where they were going. Unfortunatly, this included me..

I swiped my card thru the turnstile and made my way onto the black train headed for my school. The seats were all taken so I took my chances with the hand rails across the top. Holding my breath I grabbed my headphones out of my pocket and pulled up a playlist of the loudest music I could find, jamming headphones into my ears and ignoring the fifty year old mans arm stick coming from beside me.

The trip was made short by my bleeding eardrums, my stop seeming to have taken meer moments to get to. I exited, giving the old guy a tightlipped nod and hoping off just before the doors slammed shut behind me.

"Hey!" I turned, not seeing where the greeting came from.

"Over here!" My head whipped around to a kid about my age standing over by a trashcan as he finished what looked to be his breakfast bagle.

Breakfast, that would be what I forgot. I mentally kicked myself as the shorter Hawaiian looking guy walked over to me. "You must be heading to Midtown. That's the look of a lost and disappointed person which fits the bill." I laughed slightly, looking down at the schedule I held in my hand which obviously had the school name printed on it. "Or maybe I can read, who knows? I'm Ned, you wanna walk with us?" He gestured over to a white kid in khakis and black beat up converse, a blue button up flannel matching the one around my waist covering the white tshirt poking out the top.