Chapter 2
I rubbed my cheek, and ran to the bathroom to check the damage. On my right cheek was a forming bruise. I cursed quietly and took a wet washcloth to my face. I'd done this so many times, I was practically an expert. I sighed when I saw that it was no use trying to dab it and decided I would just wear a hoody again instead. I opened the door to my room and took off my clothes. I searched for a clean hoody and jeans, and successfully I put on a dark blue hoodie with black jeans. I slept in the clothes I was going to wear tomorrow, because I had school. The sooner I got away from Jim, the better.
I layed in bed staring at a picture of me, my mom, and my father. My real father. I picked up the picture, and stroked it, reminiscing in the better days when I had a family. We were happy back then until I turned 10. That's when my father died. Not long after mom remarried. To that jerk Jim. She didn't see the evil in him, but I did. Soon, about a year later, my mom died. I was left alone with a man who didn't care about me and only kept me around for the rent money.
I set down the picture and turned off the tiny lamp on my desk. Well more like a cabinet. I shifted on the lumpy, mattress until I got comfortable. As comfortable as you can get sleeping on a springy bed. I turned my head towards my window, reflecting the beauty, yet menace of New York, and wished feverently that I was out there instead of here. With these thoughts I fell asleep with a heavy mind, and a hopeful heart.
I woke up early, not needed an alarm clock (not that I had one) and quietly got my stuff ready for school. I only had a few things, a notebook, a pen, and a halfway used pencil. I sighed and stuffed the items in a gymbag I used with working out. I needed to buy more school supplies. I would have had plenty of money if not for that scumbag Jim. I gritted my teeth and zipped up the bag. I slipped on my faded black converses (a gift from my mother) and hesitantly opened my door. Jim was snoring loudly, with a beer bottle in hand, and the tv on. I shut my door and tiptoed my way to the front door. I held my breath until I was out of the house, then I blew it out. My heart pounding I ran down the hallway, and down the stairs. I burst out the apartment front doors and breathed in the early air. I loved the smell of the city's morning air. To me it smelled of a new day beginning, and hope emerging. If only some of that good luck would rub off on me.
Hi! Here is the second chapter of finding flight. I hope you guys like it, but if not I promise it will get better. In the next chapter Peter Parker, will appear. Yay! I forgot to mention in the last chapter to put the I'll do that now. Also please read and review. I am open to comments. Disclaimer: I don't on The Amazing Spiderman and never will