Ordinary // Peter Parker x Reader

New City

Sunlight pierced my skin through the half open blinds on my window. I lay there, not wanting to leave the warmth of my comforter.

"Y/N! Breakfast!" I heard my dad shout from the kitchen. I could hear the faint sizzling of bacon coming off the pan onto what I assumed to be my plate.

I let out a small groan whilst rolling out of my bed. My eyes were barely open as I stumbled over to my window to open the blinds fully. I opened my eyes to see the bustling streets of New York. It was only 7 am and yet it looked as if there was a parade down there.

"Seattle was never this busy," I thought to myself looking out at the scene one last time before going over to my closet to find something to wear. It was my first day at the new high school and I needed to make a good first impression, as to not have what happened at my last school happen here. My dad and I had been in New York only a couple of months since we moved from Seattle. The only reason I didn't start school immediately was because my dad wasn't ready. Ever since my mom passed, he's been having a really tough time. But it's not his fault. My dad joined the army almost immediately after I was born, so I pretty much grew up with just my mom. I saw my dad, but it would only be for a few hours at most until he would have to leave again. The only full days I would get with him were Thanksgiving and Christmas, and maybe my birthday if he could. But even then, there were some years were I didn't even get to see him at all. You can imagine that it would be tough only having a mom around, but that's the way it had always been so I didn't question anything.

But 2 years ago, my mom was diagnosed with brain cancer. They found 2 tumors in her and by then she didn't have much time left. But that wasn't even the hardest part. My dad had been transferred to a new group that was going to be engaging in full combat in a high kill zone, and we didn't know how long he would be there. All his time was spent there, and he had no time to write to us. He had no idea my mom was dying. I had to take care of her and be her nurse because there was nobody else. I was 13.

She died 3 months after being diagnosed. I stayed with my grandmother until my dad got home and when he found out what happened, he was discharged from the military. By then it was almost Christmas, and we didn't celebrate much. But the next part was the hardest part compared to all the rest. We had to keep going. Keep living every day like nothing ever happened. My dad fell into depression and was later diagnosed with clinical depression. He hates to bring up my mom because the last time they ever spoke was a fight, about me. He had missed my last three birthdays and my mom was getting frustrated. She knew it wasn't his fault but she wasn't going to let him miss four in a row. They had a long conversation over the phone and it didn't end well. He still regrets it every day no matter how hard I try to tell him it wasn't his fault, he still blames himself for everything, and I would do anything to make him happy again.

Shaking off the bad memories, I picked out an outfit and changed out of my pajamas into it. I went over to my small vanity next to my dresser and put my makeup on. I then quickly but carefully put my hair into a neat pony tail (for reference her pony tails are like the one's betty cooper has on the show riverdale), and put on my shoes. I grabbed my phone and earbuds off my nightstand, along with my keys and my wallet. I closed my door behind me and checked the time on my phone: 7:30 am.

"Crap," I thought as I raced downstairs, "school starts at 8 and my bus leaves in 10 minutes!"

There was a note on the table from my dad saying he had heated up some left over pad tai from the night before and it was sitting in the microwave. I quickly wolfed down my breakfast and practically threw my plate in the sink. I frantically put the food container in my lunchbox and threw in an apple and a fork. I grabbed my canvas backpack and quickly stuffed my lunchbox and water bottle in. I swung the bag over my shoulders and quickly raced out the door, locking it after me.

Luckily my bus stop was only across the street from our apartment so a frantically rushed over and not a minute to soon as the bus came to a rolling stop just as I got to the curb. Panting like a dog on a hot day, I showed the bus driver my bus pass and sat down at the nearest available chair.

"Thank god," I thought as the bus' doors closed and we started moving.

I opened up my phone and put my earbuds in. I went to Spotify and went to my favorite playlist and pressed shuffle. "Because" by the Beattles began to play.

I rested my head against the bus window and watched the city as we drove by. I liked watching things unfold, it was peaceful. I got to see bits and pieces of hundreds of people's lives as the bus makes it's stops. It makes me wonder. Is the man in the suit in tie a successful business man or on his way to a funeral? Maybe he's going to a nice dinner with his friends or family. Maybe he's not successful at all. I'll never know.

Before getting completely lost in thought, I noticed that we were about to stop at my stop. As we pulled to a hault I got up and thanked the driver and got off. I turned off my music and looked up to see my school.

"Woah."

Hey guys! Hope you guys liked the first chapter I'll try to post as often as I can! Please leave suggestions of things you'd like for me to write! DM me at anytime! -Mia