nonexistent.

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PETER PARKER

BIO

Peter Benjamin Parker, born to an average family and lived a pretty normal life until his parents unexpectedly passed. He was sent off to live with his Aunt.

"Peter, I get you're... well, torn but this isn't a way to live. I'm enrolling you at Midtown High in a couple weeks and I want you to do something before the hell of high school."

Peter didn't look at Aunt May, nor respond. But he listened. He listened carefully and could hear the thoughtfulness in her voice, the sound of affection that made him content. Peter chose not to express his emotions, but held onto them like joyous memories.

May wasn't sure what to think of his silence. Was it was bad? She'd barely known him when he was first born, and only in recent years starting to grow closer and connect with him. Until that all went down the drain because of his parent's horrid passing.

She eventually went towards the doorway, walking out of it until she heard his voice.

For the first time in 3 days, (besides yes and no) her nephew had spoke.

"Hey Aunt May?" he rasped.

"Yes Petey?" she replied, his nickname from a young age.

"You're cool. And I'm grateful to have you."

Joy filled her emotions, happily sighing that she had broken through, "I'm lucky to have you too, darling."

LATER.

Peter sat on the carpet, going through unpacked boxes that had been sitting there for ages. It wasn't until this morning he'd realised how unhealthy this has been, and he needs to do something to take sorrow off his mind.

It was hard to say that he was in every way fortunate, but he was. It could've been worse. Peter could've been a waif and dumped in some orphanage, or worse live out the rest of his life homeless and on the patchy streets of New York City.

Taking out the last article of clothing, he set it down on the floor and lifted the box upward, folding it so it could be reused, then stuffing it inside of his messy closet that hadn't been organised since it was empty.

Peter closed his eyes, trying not to recall the past couple of years and all of his recollections. Ranging from waterparks to late-night campouts, his parents were pretty cool. And he took them for granted.

Like the old saying, you never know a good thing until it's gone.

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author's note.
i was planning on putting this arc above in the last chapter but it was a weird transition from first person to third. because of that it's here, and we're getting this book rollin'! there are still other characters to introduce, however these are the characters that are a little more less needed right now. therefore, they will be introduced little by little. im thinking of every other chapter or every two. it just depends on when and where there arc starts to fit from what im working with.

thanks, and enjoy!

gianna.

tw: offensive language and derogatory ideas implied.