I don't know how much more I can take. Everyday it's the same routine. I come to school and get beaten up by Andrew Nicholson and his friends. I hate this school. No one seems to care about me or like me. I wish I was dead. I head to my locker and open it. Suddenly trash falls out of the locker and onto my head.

"Well at least you smell the way you look," Flash says laughing really hard.

I just walk away and continue with my day. I tried to tell teachers but they virtually ignored me because most of the faculty were under the payroll of Andrew's wealthy father. I go to the cafeteria and buy my lunch. No one sits next to me as usual. Andrew and his friends walk past me. I try to hide my face but he notices me. He walks over to me and is about to shove my face into my lunch. However, a teacher walks over and gives Andrew lunch detention for harassing other students. He looks over to me and gives me a death stare.

"You're f****** dead Tom!" He shouts at me.

After school I walk to my car. However the wires in my car have been disconnected. I couldn't believe my luck. Could this day possibly get any better? I walk home and Andrew in his car drives over a puddle causing it to splash all over me.

"Great! Just great!" I mutter under my breath.

When I get home my parents are waiting for me.

"Where have you been? We've been waiting for you. Where's your car?" My mom asks.

"I don't want to talk about it."

I walk upstairs leaving my parents puzzled about what's going on. When I get to my room I start sobbing.

"Is this how the rest of my life is going to be like?" I thought to myself.

I wish I could be like Iron Man, Captain America, or Spider-Man. Those guys don't have bullies who harass them. I go on my phone and look at Instagram. Andrew posts pictures of me getting beaten up and texts, "Tom should kill himself." I almost felt like I wanted to. I wanted someone to care about me.

The next day, I go to school again. I read a newspaper about how Spider-Man stopped a bank robbery. I loved Spider-Man and I wish I could be like him.

Suddenly, Andrew came out of nowhere and punched me straight in the jaw. I fall to the ground. I could barely feel my mouth. Andrew grabs my backpack and hits me with it.

"Come on. Tom. Get up and fight."

Suddenly, a hand reached out towards me.

"Need a hand," the stranger asked.

"Hey! Stay out of this! This is between me and him!"

"How about this? What if you just walk away and we can call it even?"

Andrew laughs and lunges at the stranger. He tries to punch the stranger but he dodges all of his punches and grabs his fist. He pushes it away from him. Andrew stands over the fellow trying to make him look tougher. However, the fellow grabs Andrew by his collar and lifts him into the air.

"I have dealt with bullies like you. You guys think you're so tough but really on the inside you're just insecure and afraid to reveal your true selves."

He brings Andrew back to the ground. Andrew and his friends run away. The stranger looks back at me. He helps me get up.

"You alright? He got you pretty hard."

"I'm alright. Thank you for helping me. What's your name?"

"Peter."

"Thomas."

We shook hands.

"Well Tom. I use to be like you. I know how hard it is being different. However, I learned how to deal with bullies. I learned how to not let what they say get to me."

"That is so hard though."

"No it's not. You're making it hard for yourself. Just remember what you think about yourself. That's all that matters."

"I just wish I could be like Spider-Man and not let anyone push me around."

"You can't solve your problems with superpowers. They're not just something you can use whenever you want. They're a responsibility."

"But how do I stop them from bullying me? I've tried telling several teachers but they keep ignoring it."

"You can try being friends with Andrew."

"Well anyway once again thank you. You're the only person that has tried to help me. I would love to keep talking but I need to get to class."

"No problem and if you need help just notify me."

Peter gives me his number and says goodbye. I walk to my next class. I thought about what he said.