I hate high school. Really I do. You know what the worst part is? I graduated almost 2 years ago.
I've never met a lovely collection of freaks my entire life, and this coming from someone who's best friends are a teleporting blue elf, a gothic chick who can't touch anyone, and a wicked smart girl who can walls. You want a better idea of what I'm dealing with? Okay. My mentors include a tough man with a metal skeleton and short-man's-syndrome, a college student who's eyes must always be covered, and a former-thief who has a record as long as Norman Osbourne's jail sentence. (Your welcome for that, by the way.)
In case your confused, this lovely collection of freaks I spoke of included none of those people. Nope, the freaks I'm talking about are the hipsters, jocks, populars, geeks, nerds, sluts, drunks and potheads that make up Bayville High, and probably every other public high school. Yes, my friends. You heard it here first. Those are the freaks, and we are the normal ones.
What makes us normal, you might wonder. It cannot be the spider webs, force beams, psychics and prehensile tails. What makes us normal is that we occasionally travel to all points in the world to not only find and harbor other normal people like us, but make sure us normal folk's existence isn't revealed to the public. How does that make us normal? Because we the love and hatred the world has shown us made us worldy and smart young men, women, spiders, wolves, elves, snowmen, wrecking crews, and the list goes on.
We risk our lives for a better tomorrow. Although it grows more difficult every day, we do our best to keep mutants a secret from mankind, purely for their benefit. Of course, keeping the normal people out of the spotlight doesn't last much longer after my senior year, but that has nothing to do with this story.
No, this story is about love, hatred, friendship, betrayal, pizza and tragedy, and even though high school itself covers all of those topics, so does the adventures my friends and I endured during my senior year of high school.
Your going to see hoodlums and thieves turn into heros. Your going to see a girl with heavy eyeliner take flight. Your going to see people fall in love. Your going to see former friends try to rip each other apart. Your going to see good cops. Your going to see bad parents. Your going to see kidnappings. Your going to see reunions. Your going to see guns. Your going to see cartwheels. Your going to see mistakes. And your going to see celebrations.
A lot of things have changed in my two years in the institute, but I'll tell you what hasn't changed: Kurt is still nutty, Kitty still cannot cook, Rogue is still cynical, and I'm still the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
(A/N: Well, hello there. For everybody who came back for round two, thank you. I've been meaning to write a sequel for years, but a lot of things happened. Obviously, I wrote other stories for other subjects, but after being inspired by Spectacular Spider-Man and old reruns of Evo, I decided to give this ago.
But, this one will be a little different. I have plans for one massive story. The problem is, due to school, work, and a whole bunch of other commitments, I decided to break them down into a few. This is the first of the couple of sequels that follow Peter Parker and the X-Men as they go through senior year.)