The first thing Max heard that morning was his alarm clock screaming, sorry, beeping at him to wake up. So he did. He smashed it into oblivion - just kidding, he turned it off - and went downstairs.

"Morning, Max!" greeted his (great) Aunt May in her sweet, calm voice. Max wasn't rude, so he replied.

"Morning! You okay?" Max liked to be as kind as possible and knew that asking somebody how they were or if there were any problems was a very kind act, so he could help if there was something wrong. Max loved helping, that's what he did as Spider-Man (Or, tried to, he's not really a true hero yet.). Aunt May replied with a simple,

"Yes, I'm fine." Max knew that this wasn't true, as his Great Uncle had died and she was left to pay all the bills and whatnot. She was running out of money, but Max didn't know what her job was so he couldn't figure out why.

Aunt May made him his Wheatcakes (his favourite meal for breakfast), he got ready for school while she made his Lunch, then he rode his bike to school with Nate. He always arrived early, meaning that there was a lot of spare time before class. Nate asked him,

"Uhh… where are your glasses?" Max thought he would ask this, and he knew the perfect excuse for this. What this was is what he said,

"I got contacts."

"Oh, cool." Replied Nate, "Wait, you look less nerdy. Don't you like being nerdy?" Max decided this was a good time to tell Nate his plan.

"Actually, I'm trying to get to the top of the school." Nate misunderstood this.

"The roof?" Max would've expected this if he wasn't so excited about the plan.

"No, the popularity scale." Nate was confused as to what this was.

"The popularity scale?" He asked.

"My own little thing. Right now, we're at the bottom. 200, 199. You're 199, I'm at the bottom bottom." explained Max. Nate held in a laugh.

"By the end of the school year, if everything goes well, I'll be at least 19. You'll be 52 or 53, because you're my friend you'll get attention for being friends with the cool guy." Nate thought for a moment, then said,

"You seem a little over your head with this plan, no offense." Max disabled his smug look and asked,

"What do you mean?"

"You know about your luck, right? I doubt this'll go to plan." Max seemed to be in denial of this and replied with,

"I pray this'll go to plan." Nate was right. Max was over his head. The Spider-Man thing had gotten to his head, causing him to go over. A nice little bit of personification there.

Anyway, Nate walked off with the certainty that Max's plan would fail, while Flash approached Max. This was his chance to show Flash that he wasn't a wimp anymore, so Max walked back.

"Sup, wimp?" Greeted Flash, as he always did. Max was sick of this, and roasted Flash back.

"Sup, fatty." A 'OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' could be heard.

"It's muscle." Said Flash. Max wasn't thinking, he wouldn't stop, he just continued.

"Excuses, excuses, that's all you consist of. Lies, excuses, blah blah blah. You should know this." Flash's face began to scrunch up with pure fury.

"You better shut up or I'll shove you in a girl's locker and cover up the air holes." Max knew this was good, and needed to think of a comeback.

"Really? I'll lock you in the Girl's Bathroom and snap the keys in half." Flash instantly thought of a comeback. It was easy to think of though, he was kinda dumb.

"I'd like to see you tear some paper." People began laughing, Max's plan was backfiring. He knew that he could use his super strength to prove him wrong, but he realised that he was becoming a sarcastic jerk. He was getting carried away, he had to stop. He looked down, admitting defeat. Flash pushed him over, him and his friends laughed and they left.