The school days at Midtown High usually dragged on in the minds of the students. The days just proceeded on like any other normal school day. The current lesson that the science teacher, Mr. Harrington, took place around 11:25 A.M. Some students were goofing off, some were talking to friends, some taking notes, and some students were doing it all. One student in particular was sporting a brown jacket with two electrons talking to each other, had blue jeans, and wore brown glasses that nearly matched the color of his hair, was just about to write down the last of Mr. Harrington's lecture, but the lunch bell rang loudly; signaling the large crowd of rowdy students racing down to the lunch hall. The student, named Peter Parker watched the students race out of the classroom. As he got up to leave, his teacher called out to him. The young man sighed quietly and walked up to his science teacher.. "Hey, Mr. Harrington. Is something wrong?" he asked curiously.

Slowly, the teacher named Mr. Harrington turned to face Peter, wearing a yellow Midtown High jacket with his business shirt and tie linked his fingers together and propping his elbows up on the desk. "There's nothing wrong this time, Peter. I just wanted to talk to you about something."

Peter felt his heartbeat start to race, the heartbeat drumming loudly in his ears as he tried to recall what he might've done. Mr. Harrington raised his eyebrows up curiously and stood up, grabbing some paper from the printer as he spoke. "Relax Peter, I wanted to just ask you a question about your plans for the future. Do you know what your plans are for your future?"

A wave of relief washed over Peter at the statement. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he let a nervous chuckle escape his mouth. "Well... I don't really have a set plan in motion, yet. I want to be a scientist, my best friend and I have a plan to work together on our goal." Mr. Harrington nodded softly, letting a quiet hum out. "Interesting... Well, the reason I was asking was that I think you are one of the smartest people in this class, maybe in this school," he said.

"Not the district itself of course. But anyway, I wanted to offer you a job, well more of an internship. You remember Otto Octavius right?" Mr. Harrington asked. "Famous scientist, nuclear physicist, and inventor, Otto Octavius? How could I? He only came here one time for a presentation to share some of his research with limb advanced prosthetics-" Peter spoke before being cut off by his teacher, "I actually think the correct term is prostheses."

Peter shrugged from this. "It's something, right? Anyways, what were you saying?" Mr. Harrington took a second to clear his throat, coughing into his sleeve "Right, well Otto recently told me that he was offering an internship for one student in this school and had me choose. The reason why I'm telling you about this is that out of all the kids here, you have some of the best grades and your GPA is high. If there was anyone I could pick, it would be you." Peter had a complete look of shock on his face. He was surprised that he was just given a chance to work with his idol, Dr. Otto Octavius.

If this was a dream, no-one better dare to wake him up from this. "Of course it's not gonna be that easy. First off, you need to get three recommendations from teachers, faculty, or adults and you'll have to do an interview." Harrington pointed out. "He asked me to help set up a time for when you could do that. Would you like to do that right now?" Body shaking, Peter got ahold of himself taking some deep breaths, "Sure, but I think we should talk about it on Monday. It's lunch and I need to ask my aunt and uncle first."

Mr. Harrington shook his head, "Very well. Hopefully, you accept the offer. I can't imagine anyone else doing it. But you have until September 25th to turn it in. Here's the sheet for signing up along with the rest of the requirements." he gave off a recommendation paper to the boy, to which Peter grabbed it. "I'll remember that, and thanks for talking to me about this. I hope you have a great weekend!" He then ran out of the class with excitement.

"Thanks, Peter! You too!" Mr. Harrington yelled back. "Such a great kid, definitely one of the only people I know who hopes I have a good for anything. Not even my ex-wife did so."

By the time Peter got to the cafeteria, the line for food already got long for him. Trying to breathe after running just a short distance, got in line, and it took a few minutes, but eventually, he got to the selection. He grabbed a tray, got a cheeseburger, some carrots, broccoli, and milk. He then proceeded to head to one of the tables where two people were sitting, one was a girl with long and straightened red hair, wore a green jacket and sported a school spirit shirt while the other one was a young man wearing a baggy brown jacket with a black shirt and brown jean, his hair was brown and unkept. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late," he said, proceeding to have a bite of the cheeseburger on his tray.

"You don't have to apologize. People can be late." A long red-haired teenage girl said casually, taking a bit out of some small corn dogs with an amused grin on her face. "Thanks, MJ," Peter said exhausted. "No problem Petey."

Wanting to explain more about why it took a bit for him to get there and finally being able to breathe without trouble, he started to elaborate, "I was just talking with Mr. Harrington. He told me Doctor Octavius was offering an internship with someone at this school, and Mr. Harrington offered me in it!" Peter exclaimed with excitement.

"Woah, back up, you mean the Doctor Octavius? Like, your idol?" Another teenage male asked as he sat the opposite where his friends were. Peter shook his head. "Yeah, Harry. I'm still mostly processing it you know?" Harry agreed, "Yeah, I get that."

MJ pulled out a notebook on her hands. "Can you ask him to help me with this homework?" she asked in a playful tone. "Seriously though, this is kind of big for me." MJ leaned close to Peter and sort of held onto him.

"Don't worry, we know, Tiger," she said, smiling at him which caused him to blush a bit. "But don't you have to do an interview first?" she asked as she let him go. "Well, yeah, but I have until Tuesday to do that and I was also wondering if you guys would help me with it? Kind of like a practice interview so I can get it right?" Peter asked.

"Of course, Pete, would you want to do it maybe on Sunday?" Harry asked, taking a bite out of some of his carrots. Peter thought for a few seconds and then responded. "Yeah, I think I should be able to. I just have to ask my aunt and uncle first," MJ had a small frown as she took a sigh.

"Sorry, but I won't be available on Sunday. I'm doing a story for the Bugle on Sunday." Peter frowned, "So I guess only Harry would be able to help, which is fine. I'll text you if my aunt and uncle say yes." Harry nodded in agreement, "Sounds good," Before they could say anything else As Peter was about to finish his cheeseburger, the bell rang. Peter groaned in anguish, "I didn't even get to finish lunch!" he said, setting his face on his tray.

After changing, Peter and Harry headed out to the Gym and went to the bleachers where they saw MJ. She waved to them and they waved back going up to her and sitting in the same row. "Hey guys, ready for 'hell' again?" MJ asked jokingly. Peter rolled his eyes at this.

"I was only joking that one time. One time, ok?" MJ slightly chucked before Harry butted in, "Sure you were 'Mr. Anti-Physical activities'." showing clear amusement through his voice. Peter crossed his arms and was trying to come up with a clever comeback, but before he could finalize his idea, he heard a loud shout, "Hey! Why aren't you three on the bleacher?!"

It was from their teacher, Coach Wilson who came into the gym sporting Midtown High clothing like a jacket and hat while wearing a whistle around his neck, walking next to the stand he had holding a TV and a DVD Player. Some people on the bleachers were laughing at them while the others were quiet. The three were embarrassed upon getting shouted at and quickly ran up to the bleachers. "Hello everyone! I hope you are all ready for the excruciating training regiment we have planned! I assume you all know who Captain America is?" Someone got up and shouted. "No, we don't!"

Nearly everyone in the bleachers laughed at that with Coach Wilson even seeming to smile, but it ended after a few seconds. "Very smart. Anyways, after the Battle for New York, Captain America did these tapes, I'm not sure why he actually decided to record these, but the state wants the gym teachers to do this, so whatever. Any questions?" The same person who interrupted had raised their hand, but the Coach either ignored it or didn't see it and started the DVD. The video started off with a chair in the center of the camera when suddenly a man in a blue spandex suit equipped with patriotic imagery on it appeared out of the side of where the camera was recording and began talking in a false enthusiastic voice, "Hi. I'm Captain America. Whether you're in the classroom, or on the battlefield, there is a complete difference between success and failure. Today, my good friend, your gym teacher, will be conducting the Captain America Fitness Challenge."

Coach Wilson waved at his class. "Thank you, Captain. First, we're going to do Station 1, which are sit-ups. So go grab a partner and get to it!" he yelled out before blowing out his whistle. Peter and MJ both turned over to each other. "Wanna be my partner?" they asked at the same time. "Jinx! Ok, can you just - yeah I'll stop."

A voice called out near them, "We know you are dating! Do you need to basically shout it out almost every time?" They turned around and saw one of their classmates, whose hair was always groomed to look straight with a part of his hair popping out to the side and had a grin on his face. He was surrounded by his friends, one was an obese student with blond hair, and the other two others were tall but verying in size. "Oh hey, Flash." Harry said, "Are you here to insult us or point out things people know?"

"Insult you? I wouldn't think of it," Harry crossed his arms and tossed him an angry look, "Quit the bullshit and leave along with your clique," Flash face paused for a second confused by what Harry said and turned around to his friends, "What's a clique?" Before one of them could answer he was stopped by Coach Wilson shouting, "Peter, Harry, MJ, Flash, Carl, Kenny, Randy! Why aren't you in your stations? Do you think I want to call out all your names?"

Flash was taken aback by this, "Uh, we were just-" Coach Wilson interrupted loudly, "I don't want excuses, get over there!" They all quickly ran to their stations by sit-ups and as they did, Carl gave them the middle finger, Kenny gave a menacing look, while Randy who waved to them offering a smile that wasn't of malice while the others didn't bother to acknowledge the trio back there.

"Why do bullies always go into some type of cliche?" MJ asked in confusion. Peter shrugged. "Beats me, I never bothered to understand why he hates me and by association you guys. Let's just move on, partners?" Peter asked MJ.

"Of course!" MJ exclaimed enthusiastically as they walked to another station, leaving Harry by himself on another station, "All by myself I guess."

The school day had finally ended. And the bus had now gotten to Peter's house next, with his head still laying on MJ's shoulder as he seemed semi-asleep. MJ debated to herself whether to wake him up peacefully or loud. Well she picked the best option either way. "Wake up, sleepyhead." MJ said, poking Peter in the face.

"Our bus is ready to drop us off." Peter was startled just by the poke. But after he realized what she said, his eyes went wide. "Crap!" he whispered quietly, as he got up from his seat and walked out the school bus with MJ following him.

When the bus left them, both teenagers started to walk to their individual houses. "Well, I hope you have a great weekend." MJ said, twirling her hair. "I'll try to, thanks." Peter said.

MJ then hugged him which he recuperated and made him blush a little from this, no matter how many times they did this routine. They ended the hug where Peter walked back to his house, entering and unlocking the door into the house where his uncle and aunt were home watching the local news. His uncle and aunts hair was graying and his uncle was wearing a brown coat with a black shirt underneath wearing blue jean like his wife while she was wearing a white and black striped shirt. "Hey, I'm home!" the boy announced himself. Both of his parental guardians noticed Peter, to which his uncle Ben got up and stretched. "Welcome home, Peter. How was your day?" the uncle asked with a smile.

Peter smiled back. "It was great, but I have something really cool to tell you guys!" His aunt May curiously asked him, "What is it?"

"Well… it turns out I might be doing an internship with my idol, Otto Octavius!" Peter announced excitedly. "Peter, that's wonderful!" May said, cheerfully feeling proud of her nephew at the moment. Peter opened his backpack and took out the permission sheet.

"The thing is, I need you guys to sign this sheet so I would have your permission for going there." Ben took the sheet and looked at it thoroughly, "Sure thing, Peter. We'll sign it in a bit and then give it back to you." Ben said. "Sounds great, thanks!" Peter exclaimed.

"No problem." his uncle says smiling. Peter started to head downstairs to where his basement lied ahead but before he did, his uncle stopped him by having his hand put in his shoulder. "By the way, could you clean up your part of the basement? It's kind of messy if you know what I mean?" Ben asked.

Peter scratched the back of his neck, "I guess the Parker Pad could use some touch-up. I'll start working on it." His uncle smiled. "Glad to hear that," Peter smiled back and ran downstairs past the boxes of old stuff his uncle and aunt had and landed on the couch on the other side taking a breath of relief because of him being home and being able to relax.

"I'll get to cleaning this place up later, but first I'm just going to relax." Peter said to himself. He closed his eyes, planning on laying down, but a few seconds later he opened them again realizing he wasn't as tired as he thought. "Yeah I might as well do it now, no time like the present." he said.

It took him about an hour to clean everything up but he was finally done. He felt satisfied with his work. "There!" He spoke, cleaning off a sweat from his forehead. "Now I can finally relax."

He went back to laying on the couch. In front of the couch there was a table and a tv, and grabbing the remote on the table before changing the channel to some cartoons. He was finally getting some relaxation before he was disrupted again, this time by his aunt. "Peter, me and Ben signed the sheet and I just wanted to give it back to you. " She said handing it to Peter, who took it in his hand. "Also, will you be coming up for dinner?" she asked him which afterward, she left to go back upstairs. "Ok, I'll come up!" Peter said loudly so she could hear.

WHEW! Got that done with. With a couple of rewrites, I can finally say I don't hate this chapter. For anyone seeing this, I hope you enjoyed it and if you did, tell me what you liked. If you absolutely hate it, tell me what's wrong. I always want to improve and believe I can improve myself. Anyways, I can't wait to do more, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story if you continue reading!