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young, but I'm not that bold.
Peter probably could have tested out of high school when he first arrived in Darrow. If he wanted to, he could already be attending college full time, instead of taking advanced courses at the community college during his senior year at Darrow High. But he thought that skipping high school would feel wrong somehow. Everyone talked up the high school experience, and given all that he had already lost, he didn't want to miss out on yet another rite of passage. He wanted something in his life that felt normal, and continuing his high school education seemed, at the time, like the right answer. Within the walls of Darrow High, he could pretend that he was just another regular teenager. For a few hours out of the day, his only responsibility was to listen and learn. His only concern was which atrocity would be served up on the day's lunch menu. There was no villain greater than the school principal, and the scariest thing that could happen to him was being stuffed in a locker or getting detention. It was his way of reclaiming his childhood, at least for a little while.
Boy, was I an idiot. I can't believe I actually, voluntarily, of my very own accord, signed up for more years of high school.
Almost two months into senior year and Peter is regretting his decision like never before. But not because of homework, or bullies, or unfair administrators. He would almost rather be swamped with homework, or get the geek treatment from the resident mean kid, or be called into the principal's office for some asinine reason. Those problems all have easy solutions, relative to his current dilemma. Because right now, the biggest problem in Peter Parker's life is girls.
Or, well, a girl. A girl and a dance. Specifically, the fast-approaching Homecoming dance. One of those rites of passage that he was so eager to experience for himself. It seemed exciting back then, when senior year was still in the distant future. Now that the time has come, he's conveniently forgotten everything he ever knew — or thought he knew — about dealing with girls. Not that it would help, when the girl he wants to ask to the dance is so unlike any other person he's ever known. He wishes he knew more about the customs of her world. Is he supposed to present her with livestock? Agree to a duel? Slay a dragon?
He doesn't have the first idea. And he is running out of time. When the final bell rings, he drags himself to his locker to collect his things. Then he heads out the main entrance and plants himself on a bench where he'll have a decent view of everyone leaving the school. He waits, and waits, and waits, until finally he sees her.
Deep breath, deep gulp. He stands up and waves for her attention. "Sansa! Hey!"
Boy, was I an idiot. I can't believe I actually, voluntarily, of my very own accord, signed up for more years of high school.
Almost two months into senior year and Peter is regretting his decision like never before. But not because of homework, or bullies, or unfair administrators. He would almost rather be swamped with homework, or get the geek treatment from the resident mean kid, or be called into the principal's office for some asinine reason. Those problems all have easy solutions, relative to his current dilemma. Because right now, the biggest problem in Peter Parker's life is girls.
Or, well, a girl. A girl and a dance. Specifically, the fast-approaching Homecoming dance. One of those rites of passage that he was so eager to experience for himself. It seemed exciting back then, when senior year was still in the distant future. Now that the time has come, he's conveniently forgotten everything he ever knew — or thought he knew — about dealing with girls. Not that it would help, when the girl he wants to ask to the dance is so unlike any other person he's ever known. He wishes he knew more about the customs of her world. Is he supposed to present her with livestock? Agree to a duel? Slay a dragon?
He doesn't have the first idea. And he is running out of time. When the final bell rings, he drags himself to his locker to collect his things. Then he heads out the main entrance and plants himself on a bench where he'll have a decent view of everyone leaving the school. He waits, and waits, and waits, until finally he sees her.
Deep breath, deep gulp. He stands up and waves for her attention. "Sansa! Hey!"
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