Spider-Man: It All Started..
By: SpiderHyphenMan
Introduction.
"It's over Doc, the whole "take over the city" thing, is over now. And you're gonna be in big trouble with the boys in blue coming your way." I look at my mentor, and how badly beaten up he is, his tentacles of destruction, ripped out of him. My name... Peter Benjamin Parker, the cops call me "vigilante" and "menace". And, this.. This is seriously how it didn't start, I'm gonna take you to a place, far before this, before there was never pain and sadness, to a time, where I didn't get bit by this stupid spider.
Chapter 1: Midtown High School.
I wake up, the alarming sounds of my iPod wake me, I look at the time, it's 7:45 am. I look around the room, filled with darkness, and I push myself up from the bed, and get out of my bed, turning off the fan. I grab my two shirts from my drawers, and my dark skinny jeans. I go out of the darkness filling my room, and go into the washroom. I brush my teeth as usual, and wash my face, I don't bother to fix my hair though. I never do, that's why it stays up a lot. I step downstairs of my Uncle and Aunt's house, and toast some bread, and prepare some cereal for myself. "Anything happening in school today, Peter?" My uncle says, I just look down and say, "Nothing really, Uncle Ben." After my breakfast, I grab my bag from the chair and skateboard to school. I meet up with my only friend from school, his name was Davis. He appreciated my smarts, and he liked my style of clothing, he only lived in an apartment. I skated and he walked, and when we both got to school, I attached my skateboard to the straps I have on my backpack, and we both raced each other to school, Davis obviously beating me. And opening the door to me, I laugh, and then we both go inside the school, where my friend and I go our separate ways and the taunting of Eugene "Flash" Thompson begins almost immediately.
He calls me "Puny, and too much of a pussy" he then proceeds to throw a basketball to my right temple. I do nothing even though it angers me, and I just walk to my locker, where everyone is calling me "Poser, and weirdo, and nerd" They call me poser because of my skateboard, weirdo because whenever I engage in a conversation, I seem to talk about chemistry, and nerd, well cause I'm usually the only one who gives a detailed explanation of my answer. If you ask me, I find those reasons really idiotic. I put my bag in my locker, and grab my books and binders for today's classes. I strap my camera around me, and head to my first class, known as Rendezvous, in there, we have 20 mins of spare time, to do anything, homework, talk, play games, text, etc. I sit alone in the back, and just look around, help with some math questions for some students, and when I look out in the hall, I see Liz Allan, the most perfect girl in the entire school, she's extremely popular, and also smart. Once the 20 mins pass by, I grab my books and binders, and someone else in my class smacks it down. "What the [frick]?" I think to myself, and grab the books and binders, running to my class. I have 7 blocks except for Thursdays, I get a free track, which means we get to go out of school early. As I sit in the back of my class, another girl, Gwen Stacy, talks to me. "Hey, what's the plan for today?" She's another friend, we met in kindergarten, and believe it or not, Flash still taunted me back then. I reply to her question, "Ummm.... I think french, chemistry, PE, art, biology, lunch, social studies..... Then home." I chuckle at my last sentence, cause even though it's true, the long pause between the sentences, sort of makes me chuckle.
I look into her eyes, and she looks into mine as well, I let out both another chuckle, and a smile, she smiles back at me, and I look at the teacher again. Breaking connection, and when I look back at her for a split second, her eyes are also at the teacher, as she speaks in french. After
the first and second block, I grabbed my gym strip from my locker, and run to gym class, where my nightmare begins. As I grab a basketball, I try to shoot in one of the baskets, but I end up missing, instead the ball bounces off the wall, and rolls back to me, I try and keep shooting, frustrated that I cannot make it in, and then when the bell rings as I'm sweating heavily, I throw the ball against the backboard and it bounces where it hits Flash in the head. "Oh boy." I told myself.