Harry currently found himself sitting down in a classroom that he was apparently supposed to report to at the start of every school day so he could be registered, the teacher that was supervising them, a teacher called Mrs Smith had asked that everybody get up one by one and introduce themselves.
"Hi guys, I'm Liz Allen." One pretty girl in nice clothes said just before the most muscular kid in the class stepped up, he might not have been the tallest, that achievement went to some boy named 'Kenny Kong', but this latest kid looked the most athletic here. He had combed blonde hair, a grin on his face and was dressed in expensive-looking jeans and a T-shirt.
"I'm Flash," The boy announced. "Flash Thompson."
"I don't have a 'Flash Thompson' on the register," Mrs Smith frowned as she stared down at the paper in her hands. "hmm, maybe you've come to the wrong classroom."
"What?" Flash blinked. "I… no… I…"
"Ah wait, there is a Eugene Thompson," Mrs Smith smiled.
"Call me 'Flash'!" The boy insisted.
"If you're sure," Mrs Smith murmured before signalling Flash to sit down, once he was sat down she began calling for the next few students to come.
"Um… hi," Said a skinny boy with brown hair and glasses, dressed in black shoes and smart black trousers along with a white buttoned shirt, he had a pen and pencil sticking out of his chest pocket, on his head he wore a pair of glasses much like Harry used to in his previous life and did for a few short years in this life before he got contact lenses (apparently Harry was also destined to have bad eye-sight in every world), though this boys glasses weren't as expensive judging by how they looked. Harry looked around the class and saw that this boy and himself probably looked the nerdiest when compared to everybody else's casual clothes. "I'm Peter, Peter Parker." His voice held a nervousness that he had tried and failed to hide.
"Excellent, take your seat, Mr Parker." Mrs Smith told him before looking down at her register. Peter awkwardly shifted on his feet before walking back to his seat, unfortunately for him, he didn't notice Flash putting out his foot. A second later the whole class witnessed poor Peter Parker falling straight down to the floor while his glasses fell off of his head, a great many of them laughed, though none laughed as loud as Flash who looked like he was bursting with laughter. "What happened?!" Mrs Smith interrupted, standing up and seeing Peter on the floor. "Mr Parker, what happened?"
"He tripped." Flash laughed while Harry rolled his eyes. Even if Harry didn't have a problem with bullies, he didn't think that tripping over somebody was that funny.
"I didn't trip, you tripped me!" Peter hissed as he looked around for his glasses, meanwhile, Flash stopped laughing and glared at Peter.
"Shut it, dweeb!"
"Mr Thompson!" Mrs Smith interrupted. "That is horrible behaviour, since this is the first day of school I am willing to give you a pass, but if I ever see behaviour like this again then expect to see yourself in detention, is that understood?"
"Yes Ma'am," Flash mumbled, looking less than pleased.
"Here you go, dude," Harry said to Peter after picking up the boy's glasses and handing them to him.
"Thanks," Peter said gratefully before he put them on and stood up, he gave Harry an appreciative look before he went to his seat.
"Now, it is your turn to stand up and introduce yourself to the class," Mrs Smith told Harry. Harry bit back a sigh before he stood up and walked to the class, he stopped in front of everyone and began introducing himself.
"Hello, my name is Harry Osborn."
"Osborn?" Mrs Smith blinked before looking down at the register, after a second she found his name and looked back up at him. "As in the son of Norman Osborn?" She asked, wide-eyed.
"Yep." Harry barely refrained from rolling his eyes. Apparently, he was destined to be burdened by fame, even if the fame came from somebody else.
"Amazing," The teacher blurted out. "is your father…"
"Uh, Mrs Smith, if I'm done then can I go back to my seat and sit down now?" Harry asked, interrupting her before she could say anymore. Mrs Smith paused before realising that she was about to fan-girl over a celebrity to his son.
"Um… yes," She said with an embarrassed blush. Harry went back to his seat while being careful to not get tripped up just like Peter had been earlier. Fortunately Flash had the necessary brain cells to realise that it wouldn't be a good idea to repeat the same trick in front of a teacher who had already caught him doing it.