Father Fury {Discontinued}

Chapter Twenty-One

"Right, so here I have your timetables and I'm gonna take you guys to your first lesson. I've nominated a kid in each other your lessons to help you round today, so just follow me. Also I'd appreciate it if all the older kids from the high school stay here please." Principle Selvig explained, holding out five sheets of paper.

"The timetable consists of two weeks worth of lessons, and after the second you revert back to the first. It's pretty simple, really." He said as he walked ahead of the five middle schoolers and their foster fathers.

"First off, we have Peter Parker here in Set 2 Science. The sets are yet another easy thing to understand - Set 1 is for the students who are best at science and get the hardest work, and then Set 2 are for the slightly less confident and it goes down from there to Set 4. We have placed Mr Parker here due to his previous school records." The Principle held open the door to a room labelled Stem 9 and chuckled slightly to himself as all the family looked in the room. He nudged Peter to the front.

"Mr Albertalli, this is your new student: Peter Parker. He has joined us from Louis Armstrong Middle School." Principle Selvig called out to the teacher. He walked in, Peter scuttling behind him in tow.

Now stood at the front, Principle Selvig began to speak to the class. "Right students, so as I said before to Mr Albertalli, this is Peter Parker. He is eleven years old to be turning twelve in the upcoming summer. He is a foster child so please refrain from any tormenting or bullying as we have had previously with Groot here." Peter glanced over to where Principle Selvig was pointing: a shy tall boy sat at the back of the class, dark skinned with shiny black hair falling over his brown eyes. He looked up curiously at the mention of his name as a couple of his classmates sneered.

"As I was saying, Groot Branch here will be your guide for the day. Here is a slip for you," Principle Selvig walked through the rows of desks to hand him a pass-out slip with a little note at the bottom explaining that he was Peter's host, "so that your teachers will know why you are late to lessons." Groot nodded slightly and hid the note in pocket on the inside of his leather jacket.

Personally, Peter thought that he looked like a guy you wouldn't want to mess with, but it seemed that everybody in this class seemed to be messing with him just fine.

"As for you, Peter, you can take the seat next to him, please." Mr Albertalli spoke up for the first time, his frizzy ginger Afro bumping slightly from the movement and he stood up to usher the lad to his seat.

"Have a nice lesson." Principle Selvig grinned towards the class, throwing a hand up in a weak wave before closing the door.

He smiled at the foster family looking curiously at him as he turned around.

"The closest class to this one is Shuri's, as she's also in science right now. Another Set B class, might I add. There's two classes for each set." Principle Selvig rambled as he quick-marched everyone down the hall to the next lab, this one labelled Stem 13.

"What does Stem 13 mean?" Shuri asked as the Head went to open the door. He pulled his hand away and began to explain: "Stem stands for Science, Technology, Engineering, and Maths. Those are all the classrooms on this floor of the Main Building. Upstairs are the Comms classrooms, which stands for communication, so that's all your humanities and English and languages and stuff. Across in the music block you'll find that all the classrooms are labelled MU, and those are the music and drama classrooms. A few will be labelled P something, which just means practice rooms. We also have a languages block so none of the languages are upstairs, but in that particular building the languages are upstairs as Comms and there are some other subjects downstairs labelled Stem. You'll get the hang of it eventually. Oh, also there's a sports block with the sports hall and changing rooms in, right next to the field and opposite the Small School Offices."

It was certainly a lot of info to maintain, so Shuri didn't bother asking about the small schools, she just calmly walked through the now open door into her science classroom, closely followed by her Principle.

"Everyone, this is Shuri." The Principle suddenly stopped and glanced at the door before walking out, leaving a startled Shuri to face a confused class.

However, Principle Selvig quickly pulled Nick over. "Ok, so Shuri doesn't have a surname as from her origin and I was going to mention it earlier when in the office but so many kids were there that I forgot. Anyway, she needs to have a second name put down, so are we going with Coulson-Fury or her birth place? I'm only asking cause that's what certain foster kids that have previously been here have decided on. We had a Johnny English once." Nick glanced over to Phil, whom he was convinced could hear the whole situation, but settled on Coulson-Fury. Principle Selvig grinned. "Excellent." He said before rushing back into the classroom.

"Class, this is Shuri Coulson-Fury, a foster kid. Now, as I have mentioned in a previous class with her foster brother, we accept no bullying of any kind. It has happened before, and I will not refrain from suspending, expelling, for sending to detention anyone who sees it fit to make fun of any classmates. She is from Wakanda in Africa, and here with four other foster siblings." He turned to Shuri. "See that girl in the back?" He asked, pointing to one with very bright dyed pink hair. "Her name is Carina Tivan." He spoke a little louder this time as he called the girl out. "Carina, this is Shuri. Here is a note, and you're going to be her host."