2-Space ship?

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*Rosanna's POV*

I got to school earlier than usual because we had a field trip to the The Museum of Modern Art. I wasn't feeling great, I was so tired, I'd been having a lot of nightmares recently because of....well, everything. I turned up to the bus outside school looking like absolute shit. I felt a tap on my shoulder and gasped. "Heyy, Zan" Peter smiled. "Parker." I returned the smile with a nod. "Your hair looks nice" He smirked.

I was too tired to straighten it this morning and my hair was naturally quite curly but I didn't like it that much on me, Peter was always encouraging me to wear it natural more often, it was sweet that he cared.

"You think? I didn't straighten it this morning, just put stuff in it and detangled." I sighed.
"So you do listen to me about your natural hair? Finally!" He exclaimed, smirking.
"It's too early for your enthusiasm, Parker." I groaned.
"Lighten up." He nudged me.
"It's still dark." I glared, rolling my eyes.
"you're so dramatic" he chuckled.

We got on the bus and I sat with Parker, much to my boyfriends dismay. He arrived before Ben and I had been spending so much time with Ben, he didn't really like Peter as much as he used to, he thought that something was going on, no matter how many times I'd told him we were just friends, he was still so paranoid.

We got to the Brooklyn Bridge and the blonde hairs on Peter's arm suddenly spiked up. He looked out of the window and pulled on my arm.
"What?" I asked. He pointed towards this huge donut thing, it was black and orange stuff was beam around in the centre of it. It was a space ship.

SHIT

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