Who am I? You sure you wanna know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart.

In 1987, a cab pulled up to an average house in Queens, New York.

If somebody said it was a happy little tale, if somebody told you I was just your average, ordinary girl, not a care in the world…

A social worker got out the cab, holding the hand of 4 year old Perenna Parker, tears streaming down her face as she hugs a suit case to herself. The cab motored away to show Perenna her new home.

Aunt May and Uncle Ben stood on the porch, smiling. The social worker lead Perenna up the steps and Uncle Ben extend his hand out. Perenna looked up at the social worker who nodded her head and Perenna takes the hand. Uncle Ben and Aunt May lead Perenna inside and as she looked back at the social worker, the door closed.

…somebody lied.

In the new year of 2000, a yellow school bus roars through the streets of Queens.

Mine is a tale of sorrow and pain, longing and heartbreak, anger and betrayal. And that just covers the high school years.

Inside the bus are rows filled with teenagers, some different, some not so different, jocks, nerds, and average kids alike. And her.

But let me assure you-this, like any story worth telling, is all about a girl. That's right, a girl.

Mary Jane Watson is a knockout pretty girl, but her eyes are too sad to belong to a 17 year old as she looked out the window of the school bus.

That girl. Mary Jane Watson, M.J to her friends. The woman I've loved since before I even liked girls, or guys for that matter.

The arm that draped around M.J's shoulder belonged to Flash Thompson; a self-assured, handsome, high school Big Name. He is also looking out the school bus window, and he's howling with laughter.

I'd like to tell you that's me beside her, but it's not; since I'm not a guy.

Further back is a large boy messily eating a jelly doughnut.

Heck, I'd even take him, but again; not a guy.

Outside the window, and what they're all laughing about is Perenna Parker. A bespectacled, book-bagged, 17 year old girl chasing after the bus, to the derision of everyone aboard.

M.J though can't stand it anymore as she jumped up and hurried to the front of the bus, and shouted over the laughter at the bus driver, "Stop the bus! She's been chasing us since Woodhaven Boulevard!"

Everyone let out a disappointed 'Awww' as the bud slowed down, and Perenna climbed aboard, looking breathless and limp.

"Thanks…sorry…sorry…thanks." She panted.

Perenna straightened up and eyed an open seat next to a geeky girl with a mouth full of braces. The girl made eye contact with Perenna and moved her books to occupy the vacant seat. "Don't even think about it." The girl said.

Perenna moved on and as she made her way down the aisle, M.J sat back down next to Flash again, only this time next to the window. When she wasn't looking, Flash slid his foot out in front of Perenna's beat-up sneaker. Perenna tripped and fell hard, and face first down in the aisle. More laughter erupted and M.J looked at Flash sharply-"Did you do that?"

"What?" Flash yelled in outraged innocence.

On the floor, Perenna lifted her head and looked at Flash and M.J. Flash is grinning, but M.J is looking down at her with pity. Perenna looked at her helpless, and her glasses are dangling from one ear.

That's me. Perenna Parker.

The yellow bus crossed the Queensboro bridge and heads for the spectacular skyline of Manhattan. When the bus makes it route to the Columbia University, a stressed out teacher was on the steps of the building with a clipboard in one hand.

The students are gathered around the steps, but Perenna is standing alone with a camera around her neck, and M.J is standing with her girlfriends.

"Okay, people, no wandering. Proceed directly to the KNOCK IT THE HELL OFF!" The stressed out teacher yelled and walked up the steps and into the building.

The students all slowly move to the steps, but thy all turn to see a Bentley pulling up at the curb.

Inside the car is 17 year old Harry Osborn sitting in the backseat next to his father Norman Osborn, who is in his mid-forties. Norman exudes power and anger, while Harry is slowly acquiring both.

"Dad, could you drive around the corner?" Harry asked.

"Why? The door's right there." Osborn said.

"These are public school kids. I'm not showing up t school in a Bentley." Harry countered.

"What? You want me to trade in my car for a Jetta because you flunked out of every private school I sent you to?" Osborn questioned.

"They weren't for me. I told you that. It wasn't me." Harry replied.

"Of course it was!" Osborn retorted and reached for Harry's door. "Don't ever be ashamed of who you are."

"I'm not ashamed, I'm just not what you…" Harry trailed off uncertainly.

"What, Harry?" Osborn asked.

"Forget it, dad." Harry replied as he got out of the Bentley and Perenna looked at him.

"Hi ya, Harry." She said with a lovely grin.

"Hey, Perry." Harry replied.

Behind them, the door to the Bentley opened and Norman emerged holding Harry's book bag. "Won't you be needing this?" he asked as he handed Harry the bag.

Harry moved around the car to the side walk. "Perenna, this is my father, Norma Osborn."

"Great honor to meet you." Perenna said.

Harry looked over at M.J, who was talking to her girlfriends about the arrival of the Bentley.

"I've heard a lot about you, Harry tells me you're quite the science whiz." Osborn said.

"Well, I don't know about that." Perenna said nervously.

"She's being modest. I told you, she's won all the prizes." Harry said and Perenna blushed lightly.

"Anyone who can get Harry to pass Chemistry shouldn't be modest." Osborn said.

"Harry's really smart. He didn't need my help." Perenna countered.

"We have to go, dad." Harry said, but Osborn laid a paternal hand on Harry's shoulder and squeezed too hard.

"I'm something of a scientist myself, you know." He said.

"I know." Perenna replied. "I know all about OsCorp. You guys are designing the guidance and re-entry systems for the first shuttle mission to Mars. Really brilliant."

"Impressive. You parents must be proud." Osborn said.

"I live with my aunt and uncle, they're proud." Perenna said.

"What about your folks?" Osborn questioned.

Perenna looked uncomfortably at her shoes. "They die when I was little."

"I lost my parents as a young child as well." Osborn replied.

"Which no doubt strengthened your iron will to succeed, huh dad?" Harry asked snarkily.

"HEY, YOU TWO, I'M CLOSING THE DOOR!" The teacher yelled.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Osborn." Perenna said as she moved away.

"See you again." Osborn said.

Harry moved fast up the steps and passed M.J. "Hi."

They walked in and Harry smiled at M.J, who was now in front of Flash.

"He doesn't seem so bad." Perenna said referring to her friend's father.

"Not if you're a genius." Harry retorted. "I think he wants to adopt you."

Harry discreetly called M.J's attention to Perenna and primes her to talk. "Hey," he nodded at M.J, "say something." They approached M.J, but nothing comes out of Perenna's mouth, so Harry stepped in to fill the awkward moment. "Hi. How ya doing?"

M.J smiled. "Hey."

Perenna did nothing, so they continued on. 'I'm such an idiot.'

"Why didn't you say anything?" Harry questioned.

"I was about to say something. It wasn't the right moment." Perenna said covering up her embarrassment. She managed to look back over her shoulder to where Harry's father is still standing beside his car, looking off. To her, he seemed like a lonely figure.