Everyone stood at the back of the classroom, waiting for the final bell to ring and release them for the Summer. I leaned against the wall as the clock slowly counted down to the end of my stay at this high school.
Finally, the bell sounded and teens rushed out of the classroom that had held them captive for the past nine months. I followed them, trying not to get pummeled on this, the last, day of school.
I walked out of my high school's doors for the last in forever, probably, and met my two best friends.
Ally squeezed me in the tightest hug imaginable. "I can't believe you're leaving us!" she whined.
Chloe joined the hug. "We are going to hang out like everyday before you move!"
I nodded in agreement and took off for my car. The metallic red vehichle my mom drove was fairly new. Our last car was somewhere at the bottom of a river.
My sister was already in the frontseat.
"You gonna miss it?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes," I answered simply.
Rebecca just bit her lip and nodded. Unlike me, she was excited for the move. It wasn't like she wouldn't miss her friends but she was too stoked about the possibility of seeing Spider-Man to be melancholy about the move.
About a month after the end of school, I was yet again in that red van. This time, however, I was cramped with all three of my siblings, my mom, about a trillion boxes, and several candy wrappers.
Rebecca sat next to me, reading her comic, oblivious to the very uneventful events surrounding her. Mom's oldies played on the radio, my younger brother, Logan started fighting with my older sister, Emily.
"Stop kicking my seat!" she squeeled.
"Well if you would scoot your chair up, I wouldn't have to!"
"You chose to sit behind me."
"You're giving me no leg room!"
"Whatever, you have plenty of room."
"You mean you have plenty of room!"
This went on for another ten minutes before Mom told Emily to scoot her chair up a bit.
Being a bit of a science nerd myself, and finding no other means of entertainment, I started asking Rebecca questions.
"So, Spider-Man can climb up walls and things? Shoots webs? What else can he do?"
Her eyes lit up.
Please tell me I'm not going to regret asking.
She closed her comic, excitedly. "Actually, some people have this theory that he made his own devices that shoot the webs, anyways. Some people think he has this Spider-Sense; it's like this precognative signal that alerts him to danger right before it happens! But we know for sure that he has the proportionate strength of a spider, which means-"
"He's really strong," I finished.
"Right! And he's super agile and just awesome and-"
"Wait, so how did he get his...yknow?"
"Powers?" She took in a gasp of air. "Well, most people believe what the Spider-Man Museum believes which is that he was basically bitten by this radioactive spider that Oscorp had created."
"Oscorp?" I'd heard of that place. Only one of the biggest names in science and technology, Norman Osborn, had founded it.
"Yeah."
That peaked my interests just a bit.
"So do they know who was over that project?"
"Huh?" Rebecca had already turned back to her comic.
"I mean, who created this radioactive-spider-thing?"
"Oh. Um. I can't remember their names. I do, however, remember that the project was supposed to be confidendtial, but somehow the information was leaked. I can't remember how, though."
I laid my head back against the seat. Then a crazy idea popped into my head.
"Is Oscorp taking interns?"
"What? I don't know."
I let her go back to reading her comicbook. Maybe, just maybe, something good would come out of this move. Somehow, maybe, I could get an in at Oscorp. That would certainly be a cool job.
"Hey, Mom?"
"Yes, Honey?"
"Where did you say we were going to school, again?"
"Midtown Science."
I thought for a moment. Maybe I could get a scholarship? I quickly pushed the idea from my mind. I was one of one million sixteen-year-olds dreaming about working at Oscorp. So I had about an 1/1 million chance.
"Are we there yet?" Logan whined.
"About another hour. Dad's already there with the moving truck."
"An hour!?" he moaned.
I rolled my eyes and threw my earbuds in. I could see Rebecca earnestly searching outside the windows, as if she expected to see Spider-Man swinging around somewhere.
We were soon out of the car and unloading all of our things. I was grateful to be able to move my legs again.
"Well, looks like Dad and I have a lot of yardwork to do," my mother observed, putting a positive spin on the dead lawn.
The house towered above me like a bad dream. It was thin and tall, as houses were in big cities, to provide space for more houses. It's blue color was half washed off.
"And painting," I added under my breath.
A couple of the neighbors had come to welcome us and help move our things inside. I figured I should try and help as much as I could. I helped carry boxes of various household items into the house, working up a bit of a sweat.
"What's your name?"
I turned to see a boy about my age, maybe a bit older than me, holding a box at his hip. His brown hair was a bit ruffled.
"Uh, Petricia. But everyone calls me Trish."
"I'm Peter. Peter Parker." We shook hands. "I live a couple houses down, my Aunt and I. It's nice to meet you."
"Yeah. You, too." He seemed nice enough. "Thank for helping," I added.
"It's no problem." He smiled.
He must have been totally ripped or something because I could have sworn the box he was carrying had like ten 50 lbs weights. Unless I read it wrong.
"What's that?" I asked him when I saw some sort of bracelet around his wrist. Maybe it was a watch?
"Oh. That's just...sciency stuff. I'm a bit of a nerd."
He quickly covered it with his long sleeve.
"I'm a bit of a nerd myself." I smiled.
Maybe it would be easier to make friends than I thought.
It took hours, but we finally emptied the truck.
"So can we go to the museum tomorrow?" Rebecca begged.
"Well we have a lot of organizing to do-"
"But it would get us out of the house a while so that you and dad could work more efficiently on things we can't help with without us in the way."
My sister certainly had her ways of persuasion when it came to Spider-Man.
"Fine. But only for a couple hours. And you are going to have to help with all of this after you get back"
"Okay!" Rebecca squeeled.
Guess who is going to have to accompany her there? Me. Yay...
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