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15 years. 15 years, I have been considered a virus. Avoided like a bug. My dad said I'd get friends, or at least learn to ignore it. I've been ignoring it, but it just gets lonely. Eeh, people are unreliable anyway. I don't think I could deal with being surrounded by these panicky, dangerous animals for any longer than I have to. Oh well, I have a class trip to some sort of stupid science museum, and I'll probably be falling asleep half the time. This is going to suck eggs.
CHAPTER I: A Dangerous Web
Let me start off, by letting you get to know me a little better. I am Benjamin Richard Parker. You may know the name. My father is Spider-Man. I know. He's a big deal. Don't tell anyone though. In my house, it's just me, my dad, my mother Mary Jane, and my sister May. She's 18. She graduates in a few months. I'm happy for her. Mainly because she'll be out of the house, and I can turn her room into a game room. Yeah, with a pool table and stuff. It's gonna be awesome.
I ran downstairs, and at the table my mother, father and sister. My father was sitting at one end of the table, reading the paper, with scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him and coffee too the side. My mother was on the opposite side of the table, eating french toast. My sister was sitting at one of the sides with a bowl of soggy Frosted Flakes in front of her. She was texting under the table, so I guess she didn't have time to eat, and apparently "Who's the hottest guy at midtown?" is the talk of the day. I will never understand girls. AT ALL. I ran to the cupboard, opened it, and grabbed a Smores Pop Tart. I love Pop Tarts. They taste real good. Especially the ones with chocolate. My father took my wrist as I prepared to open the foil wrapping. "Son, there's eggs, bacon, and french toast. Why not eat some?" I looked at him, and looked down. "I'm not that hungry dad. I just want to get to school." My mom looked at my dad. "Oh Peter, leave the boy alone. Let him have his Pop Tart." He looked at her, and released my arm, then put both his hands on the table. "MJ, he's a growing boy. He needs his protein." "Oh please Peter, when you were his age, you were a lot skinnier than he was." He looked down embarrassed, and I walked out, because I don't want to see an argument start over a Pop Tart.
The sophomore class boarded the busses and went to the Science Institute. I was alone walking, while all of the other students have cliqued up. I looked around. Nothing interesting, or at least nothing I didn't already know. After a few hours, we were finally able to leave. I was so thankful to get out of there. I mean, it was mildly fascinating, but the amount of people made me claustrophobic, and things were getting real uncomfortable, real fast... "Hey, you!" said a feminine voice from behind me. I didn't think that much of it. It couldn't have been for me. "Hey, Ben!" What the hell...? I looked back and it was this girl. About three inches shorter than me, golden brown hair, ruby lips, wearing a tight purple tank top and skinny jeans. I looked at her as if she was mad. "Do I know you?" I asked skeptically. She looked at me as if I was the one that was mad. "You don't know me? Jennifer Stone? Cheerleader? Popular?" I believe I heard the name around school. Probably from guys she's dated or girls that have wanted to fight her. "Oh, well hi then I guess." I walked away, a little uncomfortable. "Wait!" she said. I looked back at her and she walked closer to me. "I think you're in my Italian class, right." I nodded. There is only one Italian teacher, so even if I didn't, we had the same teacher. She smiled. "We have to do a project on Italy, and I wasn't there that day. My friend texted me and told me about the project, and she told me that you were working alone, and we can only work in pairs of two. Be my partner?" I know her type. 'Be my partner?' means 'Do all the work while I sit here and look pretty?' I'm saying no to that one. "Yeah, sure." Did I just say yes?! What the hell, me?! "Okay, be at this address..." she wrote something on a piece of paper. "...at 6." She kissed my cheek and left. I felt my cheek. It felt...warm... I ran home.
There's an alleyway that I cut through to get home faster. I don't like using it because it always smelled like urine, but oh well. I ran half way down and I heard a loud alarm, and I jumped up, and looked around. It was nothing but the alarm of a car. I don't know why I was so worried, and for what. A gust of wind hitting a Ford focus the wrong way. That's why I can't stand car alarms. ANYTHING can set them off. I looked down, and the ground looked so far away. Wait...HOLD THE PHONE! I looked forward and saw...BRICK WALL! WHAT WAS THIS?! I looked at my fingertips and they were pressed up against the wall, and I was just there... Did I...finally get my powers... I mean, May got hers a lot sooner than I did, so Dad thought I'd just live the regular human life that he wished he had, but no... I have POWERS! THIS IS UNBELIEVEABLE! I wonder what other Spidey stuff I can do... I scaled the wall, and looked at the town from a rooftop. I never knew that the city was this...beautiful... I like it...
I hopped from building to building until I got home, or at least a block from home. I didn't want my powers to be seen near home. I went back down into the alley nearest my house, and I ran home. When I entered, I faked fatigue. May ran to me, and helped me to the couch. "You okay, little dude?" she asked. "Yeah, tired... I have to get...changed..." She looked at me, and she examined me up and down, then she just let it out. "You got your powers, didn't you?" I looked down... "Is it that obvious..." She looked at me and laughed. "Dude, our father is Spider-Man. We inherit our powers because of his toxic DNA, so I knew it would happen sooner or later. Now as far as me spotting it now, I hid it for a year before I told the family. Trust me, I know what fake fatigue looks like. Don't worry. I won't snitch you out." I hugged her and she smiled at me. "Now... Why do you have to get changed?" She winked at me, and I tried to avoid the subject. "No reason!" Her jaw dropped. "You have a date, don't you?! Don't you, you goofy bastard?!" She playfully hit me, and I tried not to blush. "It's not a date, I'm just studying with Jennifer Stone..." "Jennifer Stone... THEE Jennifer Stone... Dude, that's the me of your grade. Do you know how popular she is?" I love how she compared her popularity, and Jennifer's popularity, calling her the "her" of my grade. "Yeah, and we're working on a project for Italian is all... I don't want to make a big deal out of this, so whatever you do, don't tell Mom and Dad..." "My lips are sealed"
"MY BABY BOY HAS HIS FIRST DATE!" My mom ran up to me and hugged me, and all that ran through my mind was how May ratted me out. I can believe her... My dad placed his hand on my shoulder. "Good job son!" I looked at them. "It's not a date... My and Jennifer have a project, and that's what we're doing... That's all... Now would you guys stop being such dorks...?" I walked out of the house, and into the streets. I can't believe May told them... At least the secret about my powers is safe... I can trust her that much... Being me isn't easy... In fact, not that I have my powers, and a popular friend, it's going to be a lot more difficult... But hey, a Parker's life is never easy...
TO BE CONTINUED...