Spider Luck

Parker Luck

*Beep*

*Beep*

*Be-*

Before the alarm could make that annoying sound a third time, my hand threw itself on the snooze button.

Since I'm still half asleep, I don't realize the strength I put into that gesture.

So, taken by the annoyance caused by that sound that marked the end of my short sleep, I end up breaking the alarm clock in many small pieces, most of which remain attached to my hand.

As soon as I realize what I did, I turn my head, which was against the pillow towards that hand and I snort annoyed.

'Damn, the last time that happened I barely managed to fix it, now it's impossible to get it back to work... Aunt May has already given me a nice lecture last time I bought a new one and I doubt she can believe yet another lie about it, especially if she see the alarm reduced in this state'

As I sit on the side of the bed, I rub my cheek with one hand as I shake the other in the first drawer of my bedside table to get rid of the pieces that are attached to it.

When I'm about to collect even the last remnants that are on the ground or on the surface of the bedside table, I hear someone knocking on the door of my room.

"Peter? Are you awake?" Aunt May asks me.

Hearing the voice of the woman, I hurry to put everything in place and, in doing so, I see the mask on the ground in front of the door.

Only now that I got up to pick it up, I realize that last night, when I came home, I didn't even take off my suit.

'Fuck', fuck, fuck', I think in panic while I see the costume I'm wearing blackened because of the fire yesterday

As soon as I sense that Aunt May is about to open the door, with a web I attach the mask to my side of the door, then I rush over it before she can open it completely.

"Yes, Yes, May, I'm awake, don't worry," I say to May, only letting my head out of that crack when I stopped the door opening.

Having taken her by surprise, the woman in front of me, whose short brown hair is starting to turn gray, makes a sudden leap, which almost makes her drop some clothing she is carrying in a basket.

"Wow Peter, you scared me! Was that necessary?" Aunt May comments after sighing for

"Excuse me, aunt, I'm just not presentable yet..." I say sorry.

"Not yet? Peter, you should be ready to go out by now! Didn't your alarm go off? Don't tell me you were up late at the computer again!"

"Guilty, but don't worry, two minutes and I'll be down."

"What should I do with you. This is your senior year of high school, don't take it lightly like your other peers. This is the moment you have to commit, more than the past years Peter. A marathon-"

"Yes, Aunt May, I know, a marathon only ends when you cross the finish line, not near it. I don't forget any of my favorite auntie's lessons."

"Flattery doesn't get you to school faster, hurry up. You know I'm busy this morning at the F.e.a.s.t. and I can't give you a ride."

"I know, I know, I'll take the subway. Don't let them take advantage of your golden heart, or else between the F.e.a.s.t. and the hospital shift, you'll always come home broken like you did yesterday."

"It's okay, Peter, I just need to get used to this new routine. I work harder, I do, but you have no idea how much volunteering pays you back. Sometimes when you don't have to study, you could come with me maybe."