My name is Peter Parker but you probably know me better as "The Spectacular Spider-Man", Spidey, or your friendly neighborhood menace. I may seem like some glamorous hero in the news, saving cats from trees, getting the key to the city, you get the gist. The truth is, though: things weren't always like this for me. It took time before I understood how to use my power and it wasn't easy. So that's why I'm here; to explain it in pain staking detail.

"Peter, get off your ass! School starts in thirty minutes!" I could hear Uncle Ben yell from downstairs, his Brooklyn accent clear as ever.

"I-I'm up!" I had fallen asleep at my desk again. I struggled lift my head up but when I did the site of homework covered in drool awaited me. "Not again," I thought. "I'll just hope no one notices." I reluctantly stood up and made my way to my backpack. "Good thing I slept in my clothes," I continued my thought, then looked down. "How did my pants come off?" I grabbed my pants and backpack, and walked over to the bathroom while putting my pants on. The bathroom was clean and organized thanks to May's OCD.

I groaned as I looked into the bathroom mirror. "Handsome as ever, Peter" I mumbled to myself sarcastically. "No time for deodorant" I glanced at the febreze on the toilet.

I ran down the stairs and looked at my phone. "Ok, I still have twenty minutes. I can make it." I ran past the kitchen and straight to the front door.

"Peter Parker, you will not leave this house without eating the meal May prepared for you." Uncle Ben said, raising his voice. I sighed, turned around, and sat down at the table.

"I'm gonna be late for school you know." I informed him, snarkily.

"Now who's fault is that?" Ben sat down at the table next to me and started digging into the pancakes May prepared.

"I keep telling you to wake me up earlier."

"And I keep telling you to set your own alarms. I won't always be there to wake you up." He stuffed his face, Ben always loved Aunt May's cooking. "Start eating, you'll just be later."

"I'm already going to be late so there's no point."

"Peter, you've got to be more responsible. If you keep missing your classes your grades will suffer."

"I just don't see the point of showing up if they can't teach me anything I don't already know." I took my first reluctant, bite into my pancake.

"I didn't see the point of going to school when I was your age either. But then I met Ben in Junior year, and I use what I learned a lot more than I thought I would." May said as she sat down on my other side and comforted me.

"That doesn't make things any easier for me." Uncle Ben sat there thinking for a minute as I finished my pancakes. He put his hand on my shoulder.

"Come on, I'll walk you to school."

"I can get there myself."

"I know, genius. I just want to talk." He walked me to the door.

"Ben! You didn't finish your food." Aunt May shouted.

"I'll be back to finish those.'" Uncle Ben smiled lovingly, then continued walking me out the door.

"So.. What did you want to talk to me about?" I looked at my shoes, expecting him to lecture me.

"Follow me." Ben began walking on the sidewalk in the direction of Midtown High. He walked with his hands in his jacket, his pace steady. I walked behind him, sluggishly. "May loves you, you know. She treats you like her own son. Least you could do is show a little appreciation to the care she has for you."

"I know." We made our way through an alley and climbed over a fence-a shortcut he had showed me before.

"Back when I was your age I skipped school a lot too. Thought I had the world figured out."

"I don't think I know everything."

"Then why the hell do you keep skipping school? You have a bright future ahead of you but you keep sabotaging your own life. Don't think I don't know the reason you keep sleeping in. It's no mistake you keep 'forgetting' to set an alarm." Ben stopped walking and so did I. He took his hands out of his jacket and put them on my shoulder. "You have your father's mind and his ambition. All I'm asking is that you take a little initiative."

"Fine, I will. I can walk the rest of the way by myself." I hurried off so he couldn't follow me. "If I keep walking with him he'll just lecture me." I thought. "He doesn't understand me. No one does."