Sarcastic (Y/N) (L/N) or better known as New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl, moved to Paris. Leaving behind her friend Miles and her life in New York, she hears about akuma attacks in Paris and decides to check it out herself. Little did s...
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𝗬/𝗡'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩:
"fuck", are the words that slip out of mouth when I look to my left to read my alarm clock. 8:00.Gonnabe late on your first day? Not a good look Y/N.
I had just moved to Paris from New York. Queens didn't need their friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl anymore, Miles was there, together we were the "Spidey Duo". It was hard leaving Miles behind, but there wasn't a lot of crime, so it was unnecessary having two hero's. Plus, it was getting boring and I decided I needed to move on to a different place, one that actually needed help. That's when I heard about Paris and it's akumas.
I quickly jump off my bed and rush into the bathroom. Alright, I have 30 minutes to get ready. Wait. Scratch that, it's a 10 minute walk, well shit, 20 minutes. I quickly shower and and change into some black jeans and a (f/c) cropped vest.
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘:
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I quickly grab my bag and make sure I have everything I need.
Note books? check.
Pencils? check.
AirPods? check.
Spider Suit? che-
shit.
I dig to the bottom of my backpack, looking for the suit. I always carry it on me, better to be safe than sorry.
I run around my room frantically checking everywhere. I look under my bed and drag my suitcase out from under. I open it up and start plowing through all my clothes. I should probably organize this into the closet. Whatever, not the time.
Finally I see the red and blue fabric with the black spider logo in the middle. I grab my web shooters and check how much web fluid I have. 2 cans of the sticky web fluid. Okay, cool, that should last me a month or two. Until I have to create more ughh. I quickly glance down at my phone. 8:15. I swiftly grab the suit and shooters and shove them into my bag.
I grab my backpack and run into my small apartments kitchen. Im here on a student visa, so the school covers most of the expenses. But that means I live alone, my families back in New York. Although I don't mind the peace and quiet.
I grab an apple from the counter, while dodging some unopened boxes scattered around the room. damn. I should really unpack.
I grab my my skateboard that was leaning against the wall next to the door and run out the apartment.
