Chapter One: Peter Parkers life

Peter dashed through the halls of his high school: Falcon High. The halls were empty for Nick was thirteen minutes late for his first period, math with Mr. Brown. He did not have an excuse for being late; he just took his fringing time walking to school. Mr. Brown was not a teacher who had much sympathy for what he called: "Hoodlums that couldn't be bothered to get to class on time."

The classroom was on the fourth floor and besides the fact that it took forever to get all the way up, some stairs only went up to the second floor other stairs only went up to the third floor, and there was only one staircase that went all the way up. Peter was running out of air and he stopped to catch his breath. Cursing between gasps for air he eventually started to run again.

It was Wednesday and Peter had been late Monday and Tuesday, and the punishment for being late three days in a row was a phone call home, and two hours of detention. Peter was not really a physical kid; in fact he had trouble not collapsing from exhaustion during P.E. and he couldn't even do five push-ups.

Peter was up to the third floor, already sweating, but he still kept running. A few steps later Peter missed was running to fast he fell flat on his face. His nose started bleeding but he wiped it off with his left arm, quickly got to his feet and began running again. Nick stopped and looked at his watch it said: 9:18

"D…amn… fourth… fl…oor…" He managed to say between heavy gasps for air.

Peter finally made it up to the fourth floor he charged at the double doors that led to the fourth floors main hallway, as he ran he stuck his hand out ready to push the door but it wouldn't budge. Peter was caught off balance by this but he immediately put both hands against the door and pushed as hard as he could, but it still wouldn't budge.

Peter started to curse as he continued to push but he suddenly noticed something, the door had a window on it and at the bottom of the window there was a sign. The sign only had one word in big bold blue letters: PULL

'D'oh!' Peter thought.

Peter pulled the door and raced through the hallway, it was bad enough it was on the fourth floor, but it was at the end of a seemingly endless hallway. There were not many classes on the fourth floor; most of the rooms were bathrooms and offices.

Peter finally reached the classroom he was looking for. It was 9:23.

The door was already open, and held open by a block of wood Mr. Brown had put there. Peter glanced inside the classroom, all the students had there binders open and they were copying down a Math Note. Peter quietly tip-toed in and everyone saw him, no one said a word, because no one wanted to be labeled as a: Snitch. Except for Melvin Lipski, the schools tattle-tale, as soon as he saw Peter he shot his hand up. Peter's heart stopped and he stopped dead in his tracks. Mr. Brown hadn't seen him yet for he was still copying down the note. But a few dirty looks from the other students made Melvin put his hand down and he started to copy down Mr. Browns note.

Peter was relived he started to tip-toe again toward his seat, (which was luckily the closet one to the door) he about to sit down, when suddenly.

He dropped his binder. It hit the ground with a loud, CRASH, and Mr. Brown turned around.

"Well, well late again are we?" He said almost evilly.

Peter just looked at him, and an eerie silence fell over the room. After a few seconds Mr. Brown broke the silence. "Three days late in a row," he started, "You know what that means…"

Peter just stared at him holding back his frown.

"I'm calling your parents"

That showed what Mr. Brown knew about him. Peter's parents had died fourteen years ago in a car crash. Peter was only one at the time, and was sent to live with his Aunt May. Peter continued to stare and yet another silence fell over the room. "Take your seat" Mr. Brown finally said.

Peter bent down and scooped up his binder then he sat in down, and Mr. Brown continued to write the math note again.

--55 minutes later--

"Hey tough break, Peter" fifteen year old Harry Osborn said as they walked out of the room. Peter was kind of a socially-awkward kid at Falcon High, so he didn't have many friends, but out of the few friends he did have Harry was probably his best. Harry had blonde hair and was a foot taller than Peter. Harry also had more friends than Peter and was more athletic. Even though Harry was more friends than peter he still thought Peter was his best friend.

Peter had long dark hair and was kind of short for his age.

"Yeah, Aunt May is gonna kill me" Peter replied

Peter and Harry started to walk down the seemingly endless, and know crowded hallway, toward the stairs. After five minutes they got on the stairs and started to walk toward there next class, science and it was on the first floor, (How convenient), while walking down the stairs peter saw a few drops of blood on the ground where he tripped his nose started bleeding.

Eventually the two friends reached science class and when they entered, Peter saw his other best friend, Mary Jane. Mary Jane was a fifteen year old girl with long red hair. "Hey Pete" she said as he and Harry sat down next to her.

Harry Osborn and MJ where probably Peters only friends, but despite the fact that they were his only friends, Harry knew NOTHING about MJ and MJ also knew NOTHING about Harry.

"Alright class I hope you all remembered the test today!" Mr. Roomers the science teacher said interrupting Peter's thoughts. He handed out the test and Peter finished it quickly. Peter may have been late, but he was still one of the smartest tenth graders in Falcon High.

"Oh, man! I don't understand a word! If I flunk one more test dad will kill me!" Harry said quietly, but loud enough for peter to hear him. Peter pushed his test to the corner of his desk, and since the desks were all close together, Harry could see it clearly.

"Thanks"Harry said.

Peter smiled and nodded.

Harry finished copying after a few minutes and Peter and him just sat there for the rest of the class. The rest of the day went by quickly for Peter and he headed for detention in the library. A few other students were there, including MJ. Peter sat next to her.

"Alright, you hoodlums for the next to hours you are to sit there quietly!" Mr. Brown. Peter and MJ talked quietly for the whole time, because Mr. Brown wasn't even there the whole time, apparently he had to make a phone call and he was gone for an hour and a half.

After two hours Peter walked home alone.

'Man Aunt May is gonna kill me!' Peter thought as he walked home. It was starting to get dark by the time he got home. And as he feared Aunt May was sitting on the porch with a frown on her face waiting for him.

"Peter J. Parker!" she yelled as he got close to the porch.

"Aunt May… I'm really sorry…" Peter said

"Sorry? How do you think I felt, I was happily eating breakfast with uncle Ben when I get a call saying you would be staying at school two extra hours and that you had been late THREE DAYS IN A ROW?" Aunt may said not as loud as before.

Aunt May was an elderly woman in her late sixties, she had long gray hair and she was a calm, peaceful woman. Hearing her yell at him was shocking for Peter for he had almost never heard her yell before.

Suddenly Uncle Ben emerged from the front door. Unlike Aunt May he was smiling. "Hey Peter how was your day?" he said. Uncle Ben was a chubby man and he was one year older than Aunt May. Peter smiled, he was always happy to see Uncle Ben, he was one of those people that had a spirit that could never be crushed.

"How was his day?" Aunt May said angrily shooting a furious look to Uncle Ben.

"Oh, c'mon May so he was a little late…" Uncle Ben said.

"You call twenty-five minutes a LITTLE late!" Aunt May yelled.

"Well it is on the fourth floor!" Uncle Ben and peter said at the same time.

Peter smiled, good old Uncle Ben. Whenever Peter did something wrong Uncle Ben always found some way figure out how it wasn't Peters fault. Aunt may got a furious look on her face. "Fine, all let you of easy this time, but try not to be late tomorrow okay, dear" Aunt May said suddenly her voice changed from Furious Aunt to sweet old lady.

Aunt May walked inside and as soon as she was gone Peter hi-5ed Uncle Ben. "Thanks Uncle Ben, I've never seen her so angry" Peter said. "Hey no problem" Uncle Ben laughed. Peter started to walk inside.

"Oh, and don't forget there's that class trip to Osborn Industries tomorrow" Uncle Ben said.

"Yeah I'm looking forward to it" Peter said.

Peter walked inside and ate his dinner, and then he studied for a few hours then went to sleep thinking tomorrow would be a day off school. Little did he know that tomorrow's class trip would change his boring life forever…