Helium | ↠ Peter Parker

01 | Exordium

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EPS. 01

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exordium (English) ↠ the beginning or introductory part, especially of a discourse or treatise

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THERE IS NO such thing as Spiderman.

I'm sorry. I'm not a Spiderman hater, fellas. But he is just a fictional character that someone build to gain fame. I mean, of course there's a man behind that red suit just like there's Barry Allen behind that red suit. But hey! The Flash and Spiderman are different. Of course they are. But what I truly mean is that Barry helps people not to gain fame. It's because that's what his heart told him. Heart wants what it wants, right?

I fold my sweater sleeves and readjust the circular glasses that perched on my pointed nose. Grabbing a soft pink lipstick that stands on the table near the oval mirror, I smooch my lips and color it.

Ding!

I peer over to look at my phone screen. A bubble pops up shows a reminder of today's event. Particle Accelerator Aye!

"I know, I know," I mutter, rolling my eyes. "As the Flash, you're way too slow."

After braiding my hair, I grab my phone on the table and put it into my jeans pocket. I put on my Vans shoes and walk out of the room. Almost forget, I lean back into the room through small space between the wall and the door then push the button to turn the lights off.

I run down the stairs and walk into the kitchen. I walk straight to the refrigerator and when I open the door, breeze air inside cools my face. It is so nice to feel it although it's autumn now and the temperature has dropped a few degrees.

I scan the refrigerator and find what I've been looking for. A tuna sandwich wrapped inside plastic wrapper. Also a bottle of coke. I bought those yesterday when I found a hundred dollar on the street. God, that was a life saver!

Before I can drool any longer, I snatch them out of the refrigerator and put the coke on the dining table. I grab a ceramic plate and place it on the table. After that, I open the plastic wrapper and wrap it in paper towel then I place it on microwave-safe roasting rack. I press a minute button and press start.

After a minute, the microwave beeps and I pull the door open. Hot air rushes out of the microwave and hits my face gently. I grab a handkerchief hung on a hanger nailed on the wall under the cupboard. I place it on my palm and pull the hot plate out.

Slurp!

"Michelle, put it down," I say as I turn myself around.

Michelle is standing in front of me with the edge of the bottle stuck to her lips. She freezes for a moment, but then she continues to drink my coke like I said nothing.

"Michelle?" I say, placing the plate on the table.

"Yes?" she asks, lowering the bottle.

"Have you ever felt my punch on your pretty little face?" I ask, keeping my voice low. I seriously don't want to wake my father up.