The kid walked up to the secretary. “I woke up late. Can I please just go to class?”

The secretary, gazing up at him with a sarcastic look of concern on her face, ripped a slip off of a pad of paper. “Nice try, Parker, but you still get a detention.”

He rolled his eyes, and took the small paper from her.

Glancing up at me, he gave me a puzzled stare, asking me why I was here, without saying a word. I didn’t respond, and he walked away quickly, uninterested in the next second.

Parker. All I could think about when I heard that name was Spiderman. Peter Parker.

He had the appearance of the classic superhero too. He looked a bit lanky, the kind of person that wouldn’t be out of place with a pocket protector and a clip-on tie.

I stared down at the papers in my hands for the first time since the secretary had given them to me. The school wasn’t that big, especially compared to our old one.

I tried to remember the secretary’s name, but couldn’t. I think her name started with a B…