THE LIAR'S WHORE
❝follow the path of sorrow and deceit. do not stray from that trail, lest you be lost in the havoc and madness that you and your brethren have created. It is kill or be killed. do not trust your companions, do not trust your brother...
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The students filed off the bus. Peter's could barely keep his eyes off Atalanta Lawrence. She was often seen with his previous crush Liz Allan, but he had grown to like Atalanta more. Probably because he interacted with her more than he had with Liz. He couldn't tell you the real reason with his confused teenage mind. His close friend, Ned sighed and waved his hand in front of Peter's face.
Their history teacher led them up the museum's ivory steps. Ned caught Peter before he tripped up the steps, his brown eyes still glued to his crush. He probably didn't have a chance with her, but as usual, he thought.
'I'm Spiderman, of course, I have a chance with her!'
He failed to understand that she didn't know that. Her sweet laughter filled his ears as she laughed at something her best friend, Genesis May had said. His optimism was child-like but highly refreshing. The world had always been a dark place, but maybe his naivety could brighten it little by little, along with the rest of the children of the world.
Atalanta Lawrence was a pretty African-American tennis player, well in Peter's eyes she was the perfect girl. She was athletic but also was an easygoing person, despite her competitive nature. She was fairly kind to others if you were kind to her. The youth had noticed Atalanta's dark hair had been straightened and she had two small space buns atop her head, while the rest of her hair had been left flowing down a little below her shoulders.
"Is Atalanta wearing new earrings?" Peter inquired his eyes still centered in on the female.
"Yeah, silver hoops today," Ned replied casually, not bothered in the slightest by Peter's somewhat stalker-like behavior.
Peter nodded. His face flushed bright red when she looked his way. She flashed him a gentle smile and he sent her a stiff, awkward wave. She giggled, before turning away to respond to a comment her friend had said.
The high school students finally reached the top of the steps. The advisor informed them what exhibit they would be viewing and the relevance to the current topic they were learning. The attack on New York had been three weeks before, and the city was slowly recovering. Many had lost their lives, but the Avengers had definitely limited the damage. Mostly everyone was thankful, mostly.
"Okay everyone, corresponding to our unit, we'll be visiting the Norse Mythology area of the museum. It is unfortunate that we have to view it in the city's...current...condition." The teacher announced gingerly, choosing his words carefully. Some of his students had been injured or lost someone in the attack and it still was tender, and fresh in memory.
Genesis May being one of them, she currently had a bright, neon green cast around her forearm. She was extremely bitter about the event, her brother had also lost his life or was presently petrified. The Winter Goddess had transformed him to pure ice and he was currently in S.H.I.E.L.D hands until they could figure out how to help the poor little boy and the rest of the affected populace. Her mother had been crushed by a building and was in a medical-induced coma due to her severe condition. It would be an understatement to say she was angry. A nasty scowl was on her face, her lips were pursed and Atalanta soothingly rubbed her back.
