BJF's Note
Yeah thanks for the Reviews. This is my first story on this site. I do have one on too and I write a bunch of other crap in my spare time and in school. I'm also planning a Bourne Identity/Supremacy story thing. Anyway on with what ever chapter this is.
Beginning the Road
Peter rolled over on his bed. Blackness, blackness and in a few seconds his eyes opened. For five seconds he thought it was going to be a normal day, he'd get up breakfast would be waiting for him with aunt May, Uncle Ben would be sitting and reading the newspaper, but he realized after the happy few seconds his Aunt May was in bed (finally home from the hospital) and Uncle Ben had been killed five days ago.
Yeah, this day is going to suck freaken crap. Just like the four days before, oh well I have to go to school today. No matter how crappy I feel. With those beautiful thoughts he struggled out of bed and pulled a polo shirt over his chest followed by a pair of jeans. And for the final touch a gray hoodie, he skipped breakfast knowing there was no point his mind felt to bad to even car about being hungry.
He stepped outside and stretched, then he saw MJ sitting on the curb where she always sat waiting for the bus. Peter shook his head and grabbed the trash from the kitchen and put in the metal trashcan at the curb.
"Hey," MJ's voice was heard behind Peter. Wait is she talking to me, no I must be dreaming there's no...
"Peter," he turned around.
"Hey, uh hi," his voice cracked and he detected a faint smile from MJ's face.
"How is our aunt,"
"Oh uh she's alright, she's sleeping mostly,"
"Well that's good, well look Peter I'm really sorry about you uncle and I mean," she was even very obviously sad.
"Yeah, it uh really sucks I mean a whole lot I don't... know what to do I guess graduate take care of Aunt May and I really have no idea what the hell to do," he said swallowing a few emotions from showing. He looked down at the side walk. Silence and then he felt a soft hand touch his back. Another pull his chin up to see MJ's face.
"It's alright Peter, you'll find out what to do," she removed her hands.
Wow, that was wow she touched me. Wait Peter stop torturing yourself.
"Yeah, hope so," he managed to say.
The bus pulled up to them and they got on splitting to other seats. MJ took her usual seat near Flash as she watched Peter go to the back as usual. Yeah this day is definitely going to suck.
"And to conclude our chapter on the Trojan War," Peter watched his teacher as his eyes closed in opened tiredly.
He was trying his best to stay awake, but sleep was taking him along with sorrow. Finally his head fell down on his desk as his eyes closed. He fell back into the dream that had haunted him since his Uncles death.
He saw him die, then the scene flashed and he sees the man running past him onto the elevator. Once more a glimpse of his dead Uncle then of Aunt May and suddenly he surrounded almost he awaited as the dream continued, but before it could a warm hand brought him back to reality.
"Pete, dude Pete get up," Harry's voice entered his ears and slowly his eyes flew open. His head was resting on his open history book with a picture of Achilles laying dead on the ground in Troy. The caption read "The fallen herö."
Wow that sucks. Peter thought for a instant looking at the picture.
He shook his head and his head lifted up. "Yeah Harry sorry, I uh kinda' fell asleep,"
"Yeah I can see that dude, look man I know how much it must suck to loose your uncle. But we got to get to the next class,"
Peter shook his head it began to ache, but he ignored it and got up. Harry was already heading out the class door. Peter grabbed his history book and shoved it into his backpack the tingling sensation came back to him. He sensed a fight going on in the hall. Flash and probably some guy who just pissed him off.
What is that, is it warning me or what. Ah who cares I've got to get to class.
After shoving his books and to his backpack he slung it over his shoulder and walked out into the hall.
He looked down the hall seeing Flash was winning the fight, he ignored it and headed down the hall towards it to get to his class. Once he had reached the Flash and his enemy he found the fight had ended with the other guy against a wall with a bloody nose.
"This'll teach you to mess with me," Peter's eyes flashed as Flash began sending few more punches to his enemies face.
Peter couldn't take it. "Flash leave him alone he's down."
"Parker, who the hell do you think you are,"
"Leave him alone Flash now," Peter raised his voice and stuck up his head ready for anything.
"I'd shut up Parker unless you want to end up like him,"
Peter glared into Flash's eyes.
"Fine why don't you try again then, unless you don't want to end up like you did the other day," he spat out towards Flash.
"Oh now I'm going to have to kick your ass,"
Peter stood still. "Try," he said.
Flash flew a punch which Peter's sixth sense or whatever it was sensed it and he flew to the side. He shot his own punch at Flash and hit him in the chest. Flash almost collapsed with the blow. All the air was sucked out of him and he fell on his knee.
Peter picked up his backpack and walked through the now gathered crowed. He opened the door to his class and walked inside. The teacher was already lecturing to the class, Peter took a seat and tried to pay attention in this class.
At lunch Peter tried to avoid the eyes of people asking about the fight. To do this he was sitting at a table in the back. He glanced up as Harry walked over to his table and sat down.
"So dude you serious you took down Flash, Football macho senior guy that every girl in the school would kill to be with,"
"Please Harry I don't want to talk about that,"
"Hah, I mean holy freaken crap. Your first day back at school and you beat the crap out of a football player,"
"Harry dude come on it's not a big deal, besides it's the second time I've beat him up,"
"Second, okay dude now your joking,"
"It's no joke, now please that's the last thing I really want to even think about right now. Please dude if it's okay I'd actually like to be alone,"
"Alright fine, I'm going to go see if I can catch a seat near red head," Harry glanced over at MJ sitting at the edge of a table.
"She's got a name man,"
"MJ red head whatever see you later Pete," Harry got up and went over to sit near MJ. Peter turned away and returned to his thoughts.
After school Peter wandered outside, people were gathered outside on the campus reading or doing homework. Peter looked around and walked out to a bench and sat down. He didn't want to go home, he didn't want to go anywhere he wanted to huddle in a dark corner and stay there for the rest of his life.
He laid his head in his hands, he was weak limp he felt as if he'd never walk again, like he'd never even move again. For once it actually didn't sound so bad.
He heard thunder roll and rain began to fall people began getting up and going inside, but Peter remained on the bench. He didn't care anymore, he just sat there as the rain fell. No one came, no one saw him he was almost a statue left to sit in the falling rain.
It seemed like hours, but suddenly his sense appeared again. He detected a siren in the background and slowly his head perked up.
MJ walked outside with her friends after a After school Study Hall. She'd rather do her homework there then with her screaming parents. She glanced over at a bench and saw Peter sitting on it. Poor Peter. She thought.
"Hey MJ, need a ride," her friend called.
"Oh no I've got more stuff to do I'll see you later,"
A siren sped passed as she walked towards Peter, but when she turned her head back from her friend Peter was gone.
