Little Peter-man

Tired Day

Peter is just really, really tired today. 

Actually, today wasn't even that bad. Even the surprise Bio quiz first period wasn't that bad. It had drained him a little, but he was fine. He knew he had gotten most of the answers right because of the vigorous studying, and the fact that it was his favourite subject. Second period he was with Ned in Chemistry, talking about the newest LEGO model that was just released (he was going to go over that afternoon to help build it but then they were given questions with even more questions attached so they rescheduled for that Saturday) then it was recess. He had forgotten his lunch (which was a regular occurrence) so he opted on stealing Neds fries, MJ came to sit with them and for a while they talked about the evolution of ants. A strange topic yes, but MJ wasn't an ordinary girl so he smiled and gave his input where he could and met her blab away, watching her open a book and the way her lips curled when she spoke. How she licked the top of her lip before she started to speak again (actually, he could hear it more than see it. Advanced hearing can do that to ya) and how her brown curls got in the way of her face so she annoyingly threw it behind her ear, only for it to come back down again. She would repeat a few times before deciding to leave it there when she got distracted by 'the first ever recorded drawing of an ant' and his mind was pulled from her beauty. Only to be sucked in by the wonders of ants antlers (or was it the fact that MJ was talking that he was so invested and determined to learn everything he could about ants?) and then for his world to be destroyed by the screeching of the bell. 

He sighed, threw his head down and waited for Ned to pack up his bag.
They all waved their farewells, Ned going with MJ to History and he shuffled off to Physics. Down the hall, and to the left, keep walking until you find door 34. follow the grey wallpaper and smile at the stuffed squirrel happily cocooning behind a glass box. Get squished by the constant bombardment of school students and boom, you're at Physics class. Mr Gretch was already waiting, huge glasses perched on the end of his nose, his blue sweater hugging him nicely and the black (permanent) marker ready to be used in his hand.
Peter didn't point it out. Just made his way to his desk and brought out his book and pens, one black one blue.
The rest of the students walked in like a pregnant woman pushing a pram, a gloom above their heads and a groan in their voices.
Physics Was boring. And somehow the boring turned into tiredness, and not the tired you get from lack of sleep.
But maths was next, and Flash was in maths, at least he had both Ned and MJ to help with his tormentor. But despite the glares he threw Peters way he didn't say anything to him all class. Peter wasn't about to complain.
They suffered through Maths and then the bell for Lunch. Again they made their way to the seats from Recess and continued their topic of ants, but the words seemed to escape Peter. He shook his head and tried to lay attention but suddenly he felt the urge to fall asleep right where he was, in the middle of the cafeteria, surrounded by hundreds of students just milling about. On a normal day his Spidey sense would be going off every third step and his advanced hearing would have him crawling for outside, his trained eyes would be following every student for a couple steps before bouncing to another and another. But today, he just felt tired,
Two more periods, he said to try and perk up his sudden solemn mood.
The bell rang and he hadn't realised that his head was down until it jerked back up.
He shoved his bag on his back and made his way to Food Technology without a word to his two friends.
Food Tech was also boring.
But Business studies was worse. The period seemed to drag on and on, the clock small hand seemed to be stuck on the 2 and the big on the 5, no matter how many times Peter tried to get it to move with his mind, trying to be like Luke but alas the thing would not budge. So he stuck with listening to the teacher drone on.
When the bell did finally go it was like there was fifty tones tapped to his arms and legs, he felt heavy. His advanced strength would easily pick this up, but it was like he was back in his body before the bite, tiny, scrawny Peter Parker. He slowly, very slowly put his pens away with the weight of his arms making it hard to move, then his book and got up.