you're a 16 year old girl. you don't know where your parents are, or where they've been. but you don't care. you move to a new school in New York, due to a certain unspoken situation. you hope to make new friends and forget about the past, but that...
today is the first day at my new school. i'm gonna be looked at by everyone as the new girl. My aunt's making me do it. if it were my decision, i'd just go somewhere else and disappear.
Sincerely , y/n.
I walked into my new school and like I had thought, people stared. I looked around and tried to find the principal's office, but there was only classrooms. I guess people could tell I was lost, because a boy came up to me. "Hey. Can I help you?" He looked about 15 or 16, with dimples, and he was tall and lean. "Um yes. Sorry. I can't seem to find the principal's office." He nodded and pointed down the hallway. "You're gonna take a right, and it's the first door on your left." I looked back and him and thanked him, then walked away.
I thought he was pretty cute, but my past wouldn't allow anything to happen so I forgot him. I walked into the office to get my schedule.
"Ahh. Miss Y/n. Have a seat. Let's have a little chat." I walked in, and sat down in one of the navy blue chairs. They were made of leather, and had golden little button-like decorations on the arms and legs. "Look. I know you've had a pretty rough year already, and your past schools weren't great, but I need you to try. For me, and for yours and the school's futures." I nodded and he handed me the schedule.
I walked out, and there was no one to be seen, which meant I would be late. And new. Even worse. I went to my first class, math.
"Hello. You must be the new student. Everyone, meet Y/n Y/l/n. She will be joining us today. Now you can either have a seat next to Ned, or Peter." They both raised their hands for me to see.
It was the boy from earlier. I chose to sit next to him, since he helped me before. "Hi. I'm Peter. Parker." He held out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Y/n. Y/l/n." I laughed. "And I'm Ned. Peter's best friend." Peter looked at him with wide eyes, hinting at something.
I rolled my eyes and looked ahead at the teacher. He was already back to teaching.
The class ended and everyone walked out. I had my schedule in hand, ready to find my next class when Peter caught up. "Hey, maybe I can help you find your next class. I have free period so I wanna be helpful."I laughed and nodded, holding my hand out to let him in front of me.
He started walking with me right behind him. We got to my class and stopped in front of the door. "Thanks for walking me. And helping me." I said, looking down. He blushed. "Anytime. If you ever need me, just call." And with that, he gave me his number and walked away.
The day was over and my aunt Becca picked me up. "Hey kiddo. Wanna grab coffee? I know it's your favorite." She smiled. I smiled back, and nodded.
We got to the coffee shop and started walking in when I heard a strange sound. I walked over to the alley beside the shop, and there was a guy. He had a knife in his hand, and was walking over to me with this gross smile. I laughed and walked towards him. "Hey. What are you doing back here with a knife alone?" I said.
"Don't come closer or I'll cut you." He said, wide-eyed. I laughed again. "Come on man. This isn't cool. Just put the knife up." I walked closer to him and held my hand out. He looked confused, and brought the knife closer to my neck. "I warned you." And I was going to kick him as hard as I could, but someone swooped in. Literally. "Hey. Looks like you could use a hand. Or a web. Same thing."
He was wearing a red and blue costume-like outfit, and there was a spider on his chest. Spiderman! "Hey. Back off man. I got this." I yelled. He just laughed and webbed the guy's hands to the wall, dropping the knife on the ground. "There ya go. Have a good day!" He said.
"Alright, Spiderkid. I owe you one. But you also owe me one, because I had it."
"Yeah. Sure. Knife to your neck means you're doing something right." He laughed.
"Bye spiderboy!" I yelled. He quickly turned his head to me again and said, "It's Spiderman!" He then used his webs and went away. All I could think about was how he seemed familiar. Like I knew him. He seemed nice. His voice was soft, and he sounded young.
His voice! I knew his voice from somewhere. I didn't know where but I would figure it out.
Becca walked out just as I was walking in. "Hey. I got your usual. Where were you?"
"Oh. I thought I heard something. I guess I was wrong." We got in the car and went home.
I was sitting on my bed, and got bored so I texted Peter.
"hey is this peter?
"yeah. y/n?"
"yup. i got bored and was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a movie with me?"
"yeah sure! i'll be right over."
I sent him the address and waited for him. I went ahead and made popcorn.
There was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Peter. I smiled and waved. "Hey Peter. You can just sit on the couch. What movie are we watching?" I asked.
"Umm, how about Star Wars?" I widened my eyes and nodded. We got the popcorn and sat on the couch to watch the movie. I didn't realize what time it was, so we ended up accidentally falling asleep.
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The next morning, we woke up to Becca shaking me. "Y/n. Who is this and why is he in my house?" I had to let my eyes adjust for a few minutes until I was awake. "Umm uh oh." I woke up Peter so I could explain and introduce. "Aunt Becca, this is Peter. I invited him over last night to watch a movie, and we accidently fell asleep. We literally only watched a movie." She slowly nodded her head and went to the kitchen.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Peter. Here. Eat some breakfast." She handed both me and Peter some pancakes. We sat at the table and just laughed.
"This is weird. She's never met any guy friends before." I giggled. Peter laughed and whispered something Becca didn't hear. "Alright kids. Time to leave. Go to school." She laughed. She knew we couldn't just leave, because she was my ride.
