"Jaiden! Time for school!" My mom shouted. It was March, and I was coming back from Spring break. I remember it like it was 3 years ago... mainly 'cause it was. "Jaiden! Let's go! 10 minutes, dude!" She was on twitter. She had been since I fell asleep. She lifted her hat, and ran her hands through her thick dark hair. It was pretty when she spiked it up.

"I know... I'm commm... I'm cominafhg..." I mumbled into my pillow. I rolled onto my back, vand sat up. I didn't even open my almond shaped eyes.

"Jaiden!"

"Okay! I'm up! I'm up!"

"7:18, dude." My sketches of Spider-Man sat stacked up in huge piles on my drawing desk. Captain America and Iron Man were cool and all, but Spider-Man was amazing. And occasionally, I saw him swing by on my way to school. I was 12 at the time.

I shoved a mechanical pencil, pen, my iPod, and a small cartridge of pencil led into my left pocket as I swiftly dashed from my room to the hall to the shoe cubby to my backpack to the bus. I barely made it.

"And that is known as a 'function rule'." 7th period, math with Mr. Brooks—my favorite class of the day. He was hilarious! "And that, my small, not-so-skinny friends is because:"

"Functions rule." We all answered.

"Good job." I sat daydreaming for about 15 minutes before I realized we had an assignment to work on in class. As I scrambled to get the answers down, Jacob leaned over.

"Dude, did you hear? We're having a short-notice assemble. Apparently, some bad guys are barreling through Manhattan."

I answered quietly, "Nah, man. I heard Spider-Man stopped'm. Just like he always will."

"Enough with the Spider-Man crap. I saw it on the news; he was gettin' his tuchus whooped."

"Tsk, whatever." I scoffed.

Riiiiiiiiiinnnnng!

"Class is dismissed! Leave." My classmates and I headed to the gym.

"Everyone! May I have your attention please?" We all eventually quieted after plenty of shushing. "Does anyone here know Peter Parker?" About one person raised their hand. "Well, for those of you that don't, he was an outstanding student at Midtown High. I'm going to give you some devastating news.

"Spider-Man and Peter are dead." My heart dropped to my stomach. A lump grew in the back of my throat. I was so hurt.

"That's right. Peter Parker, the kid that teenagers have bullied for years was a superhero. I'm just as hurt as you are." Spider-Man was dead. And what bothered me the most was that there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was already done. All I could do was sulk. "That's all," She said, wiping the tears from her eyes, "period 8, everyone."