First Day of School
September 10th
Friday
Flinching awake to a few loud knocks, Clint observed his surroundings muttering a few curses under his breath.
He was sitting in his bed, the dim light of Scotts lamp was on. Turning back to stare at the ceiling, ignoring Scotts brief wave. He shoved the blankets off of himself and walked over to the dresser.
Pulling out some clothes Clint left for the bathroom to change. The dorm was buzzing with people. As Cint entered the bathroom he made his change quick not wanting to be in there for longer than he had too.
When he got back to the dorm to pick up his stuff Scott was already gone.
Sliding on his hearing aids the sound of the busy dorms jumped at him, flinching at the unexpected loudness. Keeping his backpack properly propped up on his shoulders Clint made his escape from the overly loud environment. It was 8 in the goddam morning there is no reason to be so loud.
It was cold outside but nothing Clint wasn’t used to. Letting his thoughts run, he remembered about asking if he could send letters. Kicking himself in the leg, he was so off schedule by now. She’s so gonna kill him.
A dry laugh escaped as Clint thought how angry Nat would be.
It brought a small smile to his face as he entered the cafeteria. Making an effort to observe the place as he entered the line. It wasn’t that full, although a bunch of people would be making their way here now so Clint would count himself early.
A plate of warm pancakes was handed to him and Clint grabbed himself an orange for good measures. Finding an empty table he started to eat his pancakes.
Soon enough the cafeteria was full and his food was finished. Getting up to leave his still vacant table, Clint dropped his plate off at the dirty dish drop off.
There were signs saying to head to the auditorium where the supposed start of school announcements would be held. And Clint was thankful he had made an effort over those last days to learn the layout of the place so he wouldn’t get continuously lost.
Clint wasn’t too sure how long he actually had before announcements and made the decision to ask about sending and receiving mail before he would forget again.
Exiting the cafeteria Clint went on a mission to find a teacher, which didn’t take long thankfully. He didn’t recognize her but she looked approachable (whatever that actually looked like).
“Hey miss?”
She turned to look at him and smiled, “Hello! If you need help finding the auditorium-”
“I know where the auditorium is.” Clint cut her off impatiently, “I wanted to ask if we were allowed to send letters.”
The smile on her face faltered a bit, “Yes letters can be sent to and from.”
“Ok.” Clint's voice was flat as he answered, and walked away as soon as possible. If he turned back to look at her, Clint guessed she would look somewhat displeased.
When Cint entered the auditorium he took a seat in one of the back rows and waited until it was full. Tapping his heel on the floor unconsciously, people started making their way in and the vacant seats around him filled.
“Welcome to Marvell's Boarding School for Middle and High Schoolers!” A lady’s voice called out through a microphone.
“I am Miss Chase your principal and I welcome all newcomers, and old, to a new year!”
Students started clapping and Clint raised an eyebrow in confusion and definitely not clapping. Did people clap for this kind of thing? Holding in a laugh he thought how stupid that is.
“Now now, we’re here to discuss how the year will go for all of you.” She paused scanning the students, “Breakfast will always start at 7:20, and dinners start at 6:00. Extracurricular will be required and study hall is open from 11:30am to 6:00pm. There is no leaving the campus during the week unless necessary and on the weekends you need permission before leaving. Curfew starts at 11pm every night and we will be confiscating devices until 4pm. We do expect everyone to be a respectful students. Now I'll let a few other teachers to speak.” Ms.Chase explained
And Clint blanked after that point. He got the important information and if there was more stuff he needed to know he would figure it out. He always hated assemblies and shit. Most of the time they were just pointless announcements and even when they weren’t they went on for so long by the time they started talking about what they were supposed it would be pointless.
It seemed like forever until Ms.Chase took the microphone back.
“Now I know you all want yo get schedules and get out of here, so we’ll call you up alphabetically, starting with A-E please come up and grab your schedules” She called and it felt as if Clint stood up before she even called the letters
As he walked up to the front accompanied by many other students.
For a second he thought he saw the bus kid. Wearing the same purple sweater. What a coincidence.
Getting in line the noise of students stating their names to be handed a paper filled the air, until it was inevitably his turn.
“Clint Barton.”
The man up in the front (Mr. Rose) looked through the papers he handed one to Clint with a smile.
“Before you head to your first class please go to Mrs. Jiles office upstairs.” Mr. Rose said letting go of the paper
His eyebrows furrowed as he walked away. What’d he do now? It hadn’t even been a day of school and he’s already in trouble.
With a forced smile he folded the paper and headed for the stairs.
What a perfect way to start his first day of school.