Peter took what little information Miss Dodson gave him and ran with it, there was absolutely no time to waste. He walked around the last building the missing girl was spotted at with his camera taking pictures of every little thing that stood out in his eyes. Of course the camera flash would cause heads to turn, not that flashing lights weren’t normal at a carnival. This was better than the alternative, putting on the suit, but he needed hard evidence before he tried anything. Sure Fury would be a little, “Ok probably a lot pissed,” if he found out Peter was investigating on his own. But this was something he needed to do. Journalism was second nature to him, just like swing rooftop to rooftop. It was the calling he truly loved. Peter continued walking until he found a piece of fabric on the ground, torn, stuck on a broken tree branch that looked to be there for some time.

Peter was sitting down at he top floor of the library reading a copy of Lord of the Flies. It was a book he had read throughout his childhood, but never understood the full meaning till he was in about the 6th or 7th grade. It was too far back to remember. He sat there in int silence of the building entertained by the book, It was all he needed. There was no concern about who was around him or what was going on in his surroundings. He was completely drowned in book, until a noise broke the quiet all around. A out of tune Spider-Man theme came from his phone, a ringer he had found on the internet, and rang as loud as a church bell in the library. Frantically, he took out the battery and shoved it in his pocket. "Why me..." He sighed.

{Jean was singing in her room with her windows wide open; she felt a lot more comfortable in her room now, she really felt as if it were her own space.} 'I thought you thought that I was pretty but it turns out that you really took an interest in the things I had to say / So what / Happens now  You thought I thought you were an evening's entertainment nothing more but now we're pissed and trading secrets on the floor / So what / Happens now'

'Humm... I feel like getting some take-out...'

... I want to get to know the other girls, but, how do I?!' {Jean flopped onto her bed, she'd been pacing and thinking in her room for hours now. The young mutant never had another 'gal pal' not since since Annie... she didn't even have the faintest idea on how to make friends with girls. Only what she'd seen in movies.} 'This is stupid, just take a breath and go next door Jean...' {The redhead got up and made her way next door, to room 101, raised her hand and gave the door a light knock.}

'Jeeze, I don't know my way around here at all.. I better get used to my surroundings here or I might just loose it.' {The young mutant said to herself while pacing back and forth in her new room, she huffed, hoping not to scare anyone like she did to Miles earlier} 'Humm... where to go first...?' {Jean looked out of her window, wondering where she should head off to.}

Jean found herself wondering about the academy for a while, taking in her new surroundings; hoping that this place would be different and she'd actually make some friends for once! The halls seemed strangely empty; that probably had something to do with, the school year not actually starting yet. The young mutant began to fret that she was the only one here.

There was a loud annoying buzz that broke the silence of the night, and if it was annoying it was definitely coming from Peter. He was barley arriving to the academy. Not by choice course, there were things he had to take care of, or excuses. Whichever worked. Aunt May didn’t want him to leave just yet, a final goodbye from Harry, and Spider-Man business to finish. The school was only a few hours away and he was determined more then ever to make this work, it had to. For now all he had to worry about was fitting in and making sure his things all arrived together. Peter drove his moped into the school parking lot not aware of the time. A sigh of relief came out as he stretched finally able get off the seat. “Good Lord. I really hope my stuffed arrived, I’m definitely gonna need a shower. Every inch of me probably stinks, and not in a good way." As he stepped off he noticed his shoe was untied and bent over to tie it. And without thinking he bumped into his moped and it fell over on to the car next to it, sounding the alarm for all to hear. Peter frantically looked around to see if anyone had seen him. "Geez, worst first impression ever.. Come on car shush!!!!"