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I sit in class again, listening to the teacher of math. I'm rather good in math but lately I can't concentrate anymore. Nowadays I stare outside and have a dreamy look in my eyes. How hard I try, I just can't stop thinking about that night.
'Jeanne? Are you paying attention to the lesson?' I hear a whispering voice.
'Huh, what is it?'
'I was wondering if you are paying attention to the lesson.' I hear Clarissa whisper.
I look at Clarissa and shake my head. 'I can't.' I whisper back.
'Quiet, Freak show.' I hear behind me. I turn in anger.
'Shut up Fatso.' I whisper angry. The boy who said it is no one else but Dick Osborn. Yeah you guessed it; his father is none less then Harry Osborn, the same one that's trying to get to my mother now that my father is dead. He looks like his father. Dark hair, dark eyes.
'Both of you be quiet. I'm trying to pay attention to the lesson. You'll get us all in trouble.' Another girl whispers.
I sigh.
'Annabel Hardy.' I think.
She looks like two drops of water with her mother; Felicia Hardy.
'Put a cork in it Annabel, I'm not talking to you, am I?'
I'm one of the few who can say something back at her because she is the head cheerleader.
'No, but you're distracting me.' She says back.
'You and paying attention? Don't make me laugh. Can you really pay attention with the few brain cells that you have?' I say sarcastic.
She looks at me with open mouth.
I raise my shoulders and say: 'It doesn't want to say that, when you're the head cheerleader, you can pick on everyone and everything that you don't like. And one more thing. Stop with that attitude. It doesn't suit you.'
She looks like her mother, more then she wants to admit.
My dad and her mother have a past as well. I sigh. I can't believe that they were at the funeral as well. Annabel sat next to me in the church. She looked rather bored then. She wanted to train more then to sit at a funeral… Well I wasn't that happy to be there as well. The only one who is just looking and not doing anything is Jake Thompson. He is the son of the famous quarterback player Flash Thompson. Flash 'Lightning' Thompson. He's the quarterback player of the 'Yellow Demons'. Jake is a quarterback player as well. And he's so handsome… I love him, everyone does, hey he's quarterback player but, well, I don't have a change, because as everybody knows, the star quarterback dates the head cheerleader… And that is no one else but yours truly… Annabel Hardy… I sigh and roll my eyes. The bell goes and the class streams empty. I stay seated.
'Jeanne? Why aren't you leaving? Usually you're the first that leaves the classroom. Do you want to talk about something?'
'It is just…' I sigh and look at the teacher.
'You may know what happened to my father. That is was killed in an accident. I miss him so much… He gave his life to save ours. That of my mother and me. It is so hard to cope with that. The thought of that… It makes my sad.' I swallow a few times and stand up.
'I'm sorry that I don't pay attention but I just can't.' I say almost crying. I lower my head and walk out of the class.
'Jeanne?' He says when I stand by the door.
I look at the teacher. Blue grey eyes full with sympathy looks back at me.
'You can talk with about it any time you want, you know that?'
'I do know now.' I say and walk out of the class. When I come to the cafeteria I search for Clarissa. I find her in the corner, with a few others of my class. When she sees me she smiles and waves. I walk up to her and sit down next to her. She always finds a way to make me happy. Soon after she starts with a story I start to laugh because of the way she tells it.
'Parker!' I hear. That's the voice from Annabel.
I stand up and say: 'What do you want?'
'I want your head on plate.' She hisses and hits me. The cafeteria becomes completely silent. I look at her and rub my cheek.
'Excuse me. This is going to be bruise you know.' I say as a narrow my eyes.
'The only thing I'm a bit proud of is my face. Now you come in, and hit me on the cheek. Do you have any idea, what you just have done to me?' I say in an angry voice.
'I hit you. It serves you right.' She says with an attitude.
'Why?'
'Because I'm very jealous, and you mustn't look at my boyfriend in that way.'
'Ow boy…' I say sarcastically.
'… What gives you the idea that I want something with your boyfriend? If there is something I don't do, it is taking someone away from another. Unlike you, because you made sure that I would break up with Brad?' I say dark and almost in a whisper.
She grins and says: 'He was too good for you. I couldn't let that happen, that a handsome guy like Brad would go with an ugly duck like you.'
'Excuse me?' I ask.
'You heard me Parker; you're just an ugly duck. That is something I can't help.'
My fist shoots out and comes in contact with her stomach.
'I am not an ugly duck. You know, it is scientifically proven that people taunting others were taunt for them selves. Were you taunt when you were a kid? I bet you were.' I say with a grin. Gasping for air she looks at me.
I raise my shoulders and say: 'If I were you, you wouldn't mess with me.' I walk past her and walk out of the cafeteria.
'Do you know where Annabel is?' I hear.
I turn and see Jake. He has the same posture as his father. 'She is in the cafeteria, gasping for air.' I say angry.
'What?'
I sigh, roll my eyes and say: 'Annabel is in the cafeteria, and gasping for air. What part of that sentence don't you understand?'
'Why is that?' He asks me.
'That stuffed up little girlfriend of yours, was pushing over the edge. So I hit her in her stomach and now she is gasping for air.'
Jake looks at me and then says: 'You hit Annabel?'
'Yeah I did. Do you have problems with that? I had a problem with her, and not with you. Or is it suddenly your problem as well because she is your girlfriend?' I grit.
'Man, Parker, you changed.' He says.
I stop and turn to face him. 'Wouldn't you? When your father sacrificed his life for you?' I say. I turn my face away from him and walk to the football field. When I'm there the field is empty. I pull my sweater out and begin to train. Training always makes me feel relaxed. I'm so concentrated on my practising that I don't know that some people are looking at me from the bench. A few others come and stand around the field. I'm so focused that I don't know what is happening around me. If I hear the bell I stand still and look around me. Red, that would make a tomato pale; I pick up my sweater and walk off the field. The others stare at me in amazement.
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iA/N:
- Forgot to say it last time… I don't own Spiderman… except for the names that I create… ^_^
- Thank you so much for the reviews… I never suspected that I would get so many reviews already after two chapters... Thank you very much… And please if there is something you see and I don't, don't hesitate to tell it. We all learn from our mistakes.
- Ow yeah… Didn't know if you people knew but I'm not English… So if the grammar is not 100% you know now why that is…/i
I sit in class again, listening to the teacher of math. I'm rather good in math but lately I can't concentrate anymore. Nowadays I stare outside and have a dreamy look in my eyes. How hard I try, I just can't stop thinking about that night.
'Jeanne? Are you paying attention to the lesson?' I hear a whispering voice.
'Huh, what is it?'
'I was wondering if you are paying attention to the lesson.' I hear Clarissa whisper.
I look at Clarissa and shake my head. 'I can't.' I whisper back.
'Quiet, Freak show.' I hear behind me. I turn in anger.
'Shut up Fatso.' I whisper angry. The boy who said it is no one else but Dick Osborn. Yeah you guessed it; his father is none less then Harry Osborn, the same one that's trying to get to my mother now that my father is dead. He looks like his father. Dark hair, dark eyes.
'Both of you be quiet. I'm trying to pay attention to the lesson. You'll get us all in trouble.' Another girl whispers.
I sigh.
'Annabel Hardy.' I think.
She looks like two drops of water with her mother; Felicia Hardy.
'Put a cork in it Annabel, I'm not talking to you, am I?'
I'm one of the few who can say something back at her because she is the head cheerleader.
'No, but you're distracting me.' She says back.
'You and paying attention? Don't make me laugh. Can you really pay attention with the few brain cells that you have?' I say sarcastic.
She looks at me with open mouth.
I raise my shoulders and say: 'It doesn't want to say that, when you're the head cheerleader, you can pick on everyone and everything that you don't like. And one more thing. Stop with that attitude. It doesn't suit you.'
She looks like her mother, more then she wants to admit.
My dad and her mother have a past as well. I sigh. I can't believe that they were at the funeral as well. Annabel sat next to me in the church. She looked rather bored then. She wanted to train more then to sit at a funeral… Well I wasn't that happy to be there as well. The only one who is just looking and not doing anything is Jake Thompson. He is the son of the famous quarterback player Flash Thompson. Flash 'Lightning' Thompson. He's the quarterback player of the 'Yellow Demons'. Jake is a quarterback player as well. And he's so handsome… I love him, everyone does, hey he's quarterback player but, well, I don't have a change, because as everybody knows, the star quarterback dates the head cheerleader… And that is no one else but yours truly… Annabel Hardy… I sigh and roll my eyes. The bell goes and the class streams empty. I stay seated.
'Jeanne? Why aren't you leaving? Usually you're the first that leaves the classroom. Do you want to talk about something?'
'It is just…' I sigh and look at the teacher.
'You may know what happened to my father. That is was killed in an accident. I miss him so much… He gave his life to save ours. That of my mother and me. It is so hard to cope with that. The thought of that… It makes my sad.' I swallow a few times and stand up.
'I'm sorry that I don't pay attention but I just can't.' I say almost crying. I lower my head and walk out of the class.
'Jeanne?' He says when I stand by the door.
I look at the teacher. Blue grey eyes full with sympathy looks back at me.
'You can talk with about it any time you want, you know that?'
'I do know now.' I say and walk out of the class. When I come to the cafeteria I search for Clarissa. I find her in the corner, with a few others of my class. When she sees me she smiles and waves. I walk up to her and sit down next to her. She always finds a way to make me happy. Soon after she starts with a story I start to laugh because of the way she tells it.
'Parker!' I hear. That's the voice from Annabel.
I stand up and say: 'What do you want?'
'I want your head on plate.' She hisses and hits me. The cafeteria becomes completely silent. I look at her and rub my cheek.
'Excuse me. This is going to be bruise you know.' I say as a narrow my eyes.
'The only thing I'm a bit proud of is my face. Now you come in, and hit me on the cheek. Do you have any idea, what you just have done to me?' I say in an angry voice.
'I hit you. It serves you right.' She says with an attitude.
'Why?'
'Because I'm very jealous, and you mustn't look at my boyfriend in that way.'
'Ow boy…' I say sarcastically.
'… What gives you the idea that I want something with your boyfriend? If there is something I don't do, it is taking someone away from another. Unlike you, because you made sure that I would break up with Brad?' I say dark and almost in a whisper.
She grins and says: 'He was too good for you. I couldn't let that happen, that a handsome guy like Brad would go with an ugly duck like you.'
'Excuse me?' I ask.
'You heard me Parker; you're just an ugly duck. That is something I can't help.'
My fist shoots out and comes in contact with her stomach.
'I am not an ugly duck. You know, it is scientifically proven that people taunting others were taunt for them selves. Were you taunt when you were a kid? I bet you were.' I say with a grin. Gasping for air she looks at me.
I raise my shoulders and say: 'If I were you, you wouldn't mess with me.' I walk past her and walk out of the cafeteria.
'Do you know where Annabel is?' I hear.
I turn and see Jake. He has the same posture as his father. 'She is in the cafeteria, gasping for air.' I say angry.
'What?'
I sigh, roll my eyes and say: 'Annabel is in the cafeteria, and gasping for air. What part of that sentence don't you understand?'
'Why is that?' He asks me.
'That stuffed up little girlfriend of yours, was pushing over the edge. So I hit her in her stomach and now she is gasping for air.'
Jake looks at me and then says: 'You hit Annabel?'
'Yeah I did. Do you have problems with that? I had a problem with her, and not with you. Or is it suddenly your problem as well because she is your girlfriend?' I grit.
'Man, Parker, you changed.' He says.
I stop and turn to face him. 'Wouldn't you? When your father sacrificed his life for you?' I say. I turn my face away from him and walk to the football field. When I'm there the field is empty. I pull my sweater out and begin to train. Training always makes me feel relaxed. I'm so concentrated on my practising that I don't know that some people are looking at me from the bench. A few others come and stand around the field. I'm so focused that I don't know what is happening around me. If I hear the bell I stand still and look around me. Red, that would make a tomato pale; I pick up my sweater and walk off the field. The others stare at me in amazement.
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iA/N:
- Forgot to say it last time… I don't own Spiderman… except for the names that I create… ^_^
- Thank you so much for the reviews… I never suspected that I would get so many reviews already after two chapters... Thank you very much… And please if there is something you see and I don't, don't hesitate to tell it. We all learn from our mistakes.
- Ow yeah… Didn't know if you people knew but I'm not English… So if the grammar is not 100% you know now why that is…/i