Midtown High

*TRING!-TRING!* *TRING!-TRING!* *TRING!-TRI-khwpp!!*

Throwing the alarm clock against the wall, I subconsciously went to sleep. Just 5 minutes more then I will wake up...

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Okay, let's wake up. Heading to the bathroom at a leisurely pace, I began to brush my teeth and freshened up.

In the kitchen, I cooked a few eggs and ate them with buttered bread. In a separate bowl, I poured some milk and then put the cereal in it. Taking, a spoonful I gulped it down my throat.

Glancing at the wall clock,

*PTHWOOO!!!*

I spat all it out.

Fuck!

I am late!

That reminds me... what happened to my mice? Rushing towards the bathroom in the living room where I had kept the fish tank, I was shocked to see what came next.

The entire bathroom was destroyed. That's an over-exaggeration. However, there was some damage. The mirror was broken and glass shards were everywhere and so were the bathroom windows.

The damage was not over the top and it could be replaced so I was relieved about that. However the cages...

The metal cage belonging to Mr. Bobo had somehow broken. This proves my theory that compared to Dr. Connors Lizard, the Peter Parker lizard of this dimension was way stronger.

I would have no idea if the destructive output of serum B is more than serum A if I did not conduct the experiment.

It was one of the reasons why I wanted to test the incomplete formula on a mouse, hence wasting my 5$ which compared to my total expense was very less. Not even a scratch.

With this, I can calculate quantitative data perfectly. From a different corner, I extracted my mobile which was connected to a power bank and had been recording a timelapse video the entire night.

This was the reason why I could not check the time in the morning and why I heavily needed the alarm clock.

A sigh escaped my mouth. I can play the video later. Looking at the other cage, Mr. Poopoo was completely fine. He was calm and tranquil as if he were meditating.

He did not even look like a Lizard-Rat... he looked normal. The mouse was white in color and its eyes were red, the leg had completely healed up and looked newborn.

Giving it some food, the mouse quickly began to nibble it happily.

Shaking my head I decided to ponder on this later. Maybe the video can reveal extensive footage, that will reveal to me all the truths I need to know.

Now, I gotta rush to school. It is fucking late. Taking a metro ride to the school was nothing less than hectic, if I were Spiderman I could have swung by and reached in a matter of minutes.

On my way, I even noticed a human-looking rhino causing chaos and throwing NYPD cars at a battalion of police officers.

Gwen will probably swing by there. Suddenly I felt guilty. I hope Mr. Bobo does not cause trouble for her. After all, because of me, there is a half-crazy cannibalistic lizard mouse suffering from mental problems on the street.

I had already begun transferring the video to my drive in case it was too heavy to watch on the mobile properly. It was a two-hour-long video, I would watch it comfortably at home with nachos and my analysis material.

I could get to see a mouse boxing match. That... Is not... Something... I would miss for the life of me.

I took a mouthful of air in, I am fucking excited for tonight! This reminds me of the days when I would stream midget boxing videos at late night when I was bored out of my mind.

That shit was absolute gold. My respect for them sky rocketed... as for pity... I felt none for midgets. These little dudes can easily punch your balls. Especially the midget boxers, they are a different class.

Soon I reached the school building and as I thought, it was desolate and only a few students other than me were entering at the same time.

Walking toward the locker, I extracted the books I needed. It seems Peter has taken the following subjects, Mathematics, Computer Science/Technology, English, Biology, Chemistry, Art, Physics, History...

I think the Motherfucker took almost all the subjects that exist...

An exasperated amused smile crept onto my face. This means I will have to give exams for all of these subjects. My eyes immediately turned hollow.

Fortunately, I have Peter's IQ and have inherited his knowledge from the memories.

With that, I trudged toward the door of my classroom. The first lecture is English. Let's just enter casually and quietly. No one will notice me... nor will anyone call me out.

I can do this!

"...Mr Parker would you like to explain to the class why you are so late?"

Ah, I stayed long till late at night because I was experimenting on mice, trying to turn them into lizards that could probably... probably turn into supervillains.

So... No. Not really.

"Erm, a black cat crossed my path so I had to go the long way?"

A few chuckles resounded in the classroom. The teacher glared at them and then back at me. "Meet me in my office after school, Mr. Parker."

It was only then that I noticed the teacher properly.

At the front of the classroom, she exuded confidence and poise, commanding respect with her authoritative presence. Her dress, designed with a tailored silhouette, gracefully enhanced her feminine figure while maintaining a professional appearance.

A red wolf cut hairstyle adorned her head, meticulously arranged to portray an organized and polished look. The vibrant red hue added a touch of uniqueness to her overall aesthetic, showcasing her individuality and style.

With a focus on highlighting her natural beauty, her makeup was kept minimal. Subtle touches accentuated her features, allowing her innate charm to shine through without overpowering her face. The minimal makeup choice emphasized her confidence and authenticity.

Ain't this Natasha Romanoff? Black widow... she is a teacher in this world?

Right at that moment, a blondie silently sneaked into the room, and all eyes turned toward her unexpected presence.

Her bobcut hairstyle immediately drew attention, that was rather similar to a grown mullet, reflecting a bold and daring fashion choice. The style on either side of her hair flowed flawlessly, showcasing a blend of edginess and elegance.

Her pale skin served as a canvas for a light pink blush, giving her visage a subtle, rosy glow. With her entrance, the classroom atmosphere shifted, becoming tinged with an air of curiosity and intrigue.

Gwen!! Yeusss! Now I won't be the only one in trouble!!

"...and Ms. Stacy. What is your excuse for being late?"

Her eyes darted around until they finally met mine. Her face was relieved a little as a slight smile crept onto her face.

"I got lost on the way of life?"

"Detention. Both of you." Natasha's voice rang in the classroom.

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A/N: My apologies for the story being rather slow paced but trust in me so I can flesh it out nicely. It will soon pick up pace. Also guys those reading using google translate, please remember that this is originally written in English so it obviously won't be as good in your original language. I don't mean any offense when I say this. I want all my readers to enjoy.