Journal Of Gwen Stacy

Page 2: test day

Hey!
So

Uhm,.. journal entry #2

Whelp the big day came and went like a summer storm. If you didn't know (Which how could you, you're paper?) I had my final AP exam today, the most important one in my opinion which was AP Biology. The test in its self wasn't that difficult, but I can chalk that up to the hours of studying and late night Starbucks runs. I may have over killed the studying a bit with the experiences I received at Oscorp. Yet, is it that much of an advantage just because I was an intern for two years at one of the world's leading research companies with the most advanced genetics department on the Eastern seaboard? Okay, yes it is. Yet I worked hard for that position, I mean a 4.0 since Pre-K?

Well on to test day.

I woke up at around 7am to get ready as the test wasn't held until 9:30 in the school's gymnasium. I've done this routine more times than my fingers can count. So I took a quick shower, threw on my testing outfit. Which consists of my lucky jeans, my, Empire State tee, and the only pair of converse that I own. I put my hair up in a pony tail and headed to the kitchen to grab my breakfast. My Mom was up and gave me her usual hug and good luck speech telling me to use all of my time, and to not burn out within the first 20 minutes.

I have never burned out on a test!

But I told her that I would take my time and that I loved her. Grabbing my bag pack I double checked to make sure that all of my supplies were there. Though I had packed the night before so as not to forget anything. Who wants to sit there beginning the test only to find they had no Number 2 pencil? Someone who doesn't want to skip entrance level biology that's who!

Moving on.

I ended up taking the bus since I had an hour to kill before heading to school, and I thought the cold New York air might get rid of the few jitters that I had running through my body. Man was I wrong, so mortally and incredibly wrong. After paying my fare and taking a window seat in the front of the bus an event happened that a large part of me always dreaded and a small part always hoped. Hearing the blaring sirens of NYPD cars approaching I turned my head to view out of the window. An old looking sedan sped by with two men dressed in dark black behind the wheel. Following were two ford cruisers in pursuit. Mind you with your father being a cop that siren usually meant that he had seen you with a boy, or you stayed too late at a friend's house. But.. now those sirens recalled a part of my life I would never get back. Instead of feeling annoyance, secret giddiness, and security I felt dread and sorrow.

When I was about to look away time seemed to halt upon my visions discovery. Coming up and above the squad cars was an individual seemingly swinging with as much ease as the average person has when walking. My eyes widened when the realization of whom that web slinging individual was. It was Peter.

I lurched forward to somehow see clearer than I already was as I watched Peter catch up to the old sedan. My heart clenched in my chest watching him let go of his web and dive onto the top of the car.

Why did he have to be so reckless!? I know that he has super strength and everything, but couldn't he at least not make it look so dangerous!

Okay, calming down.

From how far the bus was following behind all I could see was peter darting on the top of the car, I couldn't come to a reason of why he was moving on top of the sedan until I realized that the two guys inside were shooting. At the roof. Trying to kill the only guy that I can actually relate with and keep up with me. He swung off the top of the car and semi circled around only to dive kick into the windshield. The sedan veered off left quickly and was about to jackknife into another car, but Peter launched up with a web and hung the car on two light poles causing it to bound forward and back until it equalized out and just hung there.

I lost two years of my life in less than thirty seconds watching this little scene unfold. Peter swung off in the other direction than where my bus was heading, when I finally lost sight of him I sat back into my seat while letting out a large breath holding my hand over my eyes. Why can he just go out and do stuff like that and still seem so fragile to me? I've felt how strong he is, how easily he could just pick me up and leap into the sky. I know that he heals faster than even the healthiest human, strike that the healthiest mammal. I know that he is more agile than any predator known to man. Even with the knowledge that Peter is stronger, faster, and more cunning than any other person out there I can't help but worry.

I truly believe I have the super ability of absorbing the worries that a certain persistently late student should have in his adorably cute head. Wow that was sappy.. but in all seriousness he just goes out and puts himself in the way of danger.

Is it a male thing? To just go and feel like you need to save the world? Is having someone there for you, who is willing to help you shoulder the burdens of the world to much?

It's just difficult knowing that you want to be doubly selfish because the one who is meant for you is so selfless. You just want them to give in and be as selfish and as yourself..

When I got to the school and walked into the gymnasium I found my seat and speedily sat down. As not to draw any attention to myself for once, I lowered my head and tried to take in a little nap before the test.

Did I forget to say that I like to be an hour early before AP tests? It makes me feel more confident knowing that I am the first in, helps to make myself finishing first feel less guilty to my mother's advice. When I awoke to my phone vibrating letting me know that I had ten minutes before the exam started, I raised my head and took in the sights around me. Around 60 students or so were taking this year's test, most familiar faces from my school. Two rows in front of me was an empty seat.

Big surprise.

A minute before the exam was to start I heard the cling of the gym door open. Not even turning myself I watched a lanky teen whose head was covered by a grey hoody trying to covertly make it to his seat two rows directly in front of me. As he finally sat he pulled at his hood and revealed that damn full head of chestnut brown hair that is so much softer than it already looks. He scrambled to get his utensils out silently as not to disturb others around him trying to focus. Finally adjusted he looked back to view the clock (Seeing if he had time to go to the bathroom knowing Peter). When his eyes roamed from the clock his gaze locked with mine. Looking like a dear in the headlights I couldn't help but inwardly smirk a little that I still had this effect on him. Not breaking our gaze he mouthed "Good luck," to me and I only smiled a little mouthing the same words back. He threw little thumbs up and a cheeky grin in with this until the instructor's voice boringly boomed "Open the wrapping on the test packet please."

Peter turned quickly and my eyes fell back down to the packet.

And then after writing this... I now think where  getting into things...