The return of the Amazing Spiderman

Chapter 2

The morning sun seeps in through the gap in the curtains, caressing my cheeks. I hear my alarm go off and I jump up in fright, frantically trying to turn it off. I glance at the little angel sleeping peacefully next to me.

I sigh a breath of relief seeing his chest rise and fall slowly unaffected by the noise.

I slowly pull the sheets off me, swinging my legs over the bed I stand up. I tip-toe my way across the room to the bathroom not meaning to disturb him. I can hear my heart beats ringing in my ears.

Sigh.

The day has barely begun, and I am already a nervous wreck. I brush my teeth, a thousand things crossing my mind with every stroke. My aunt used to say, 'Girls never stop talking.' and it's freaking true. Even when we are not speaking we'll be going through a million thoughts inside our head.

I hear Nancy trying to wake Sid up from the other side of the bathroom door. There was a grunt followed by a muffled laughter and then a soft thud but all I could do was imagine Nancy pulling him off the bed as he clings to the sheets. I laugh silently. I start having a bath, taking my own sweet time in the shower. The hot water flowing down my back, relaxing the tension in my shoulders and back. I ignored thinking of all the possible horrible things that could happen to me, and slowly my heart beat returned to normal.

I pop my head out the door to check if the room is clear, and once I am sure I step out, the towel wrapped around my slender body. I locked the door shut, just in case Sid decides to pop in again. I pull light blue shorts around my waist and wear my favourite flowy yellow spaghetti top. I am not that much into make up so I put some mascara and lip gloss on and quickly tie my hair in braid at my side.

I grabbed my sling bag from the closet and checked myself in the mirror. My hair beautifully fell over my shoulder complimenting my blue eyes, and I thanked God for not giving me a bad hair day today. If you are a girl you definitely know what I mean. With that I ran downstairs skipping two steps at a time. Checking my watch I realize I didn't have time for breakfast, so I said my goodbye to the big mama and the little bear at the dining table and make a dash for the front door ignoring Nancy's "Eat your breakfast".

It was a beautiful day today, dark grey clouds covered the sky giving no space for the light to penetrate through. I know some people's description for an ideal weather would be clear blue sky, but I personally hate the sun. I become really red, and look almost like a tomato. Hence to avoid the humiliation I pray every night for a cloudy day. And for the first time in a long time I feel like the universe is really hearing my prayers. I had a good feeling about today, and the nervousness as for now for somewhere deep deep down.

Not wanting to be late on my very first day, I decided to take a taxi. Within 20 minutes I was standing in the beautiful campus of the Empire State University. I am finally living my life, not a life that my parents wanted me to live. And this, right here was my own personal heaven.

I walk around admiring the campus and the buildings.

I can't believe I am here. I pinch myself, hard, just to check if I wasn't dreaming.

Ouch. Guess I pinched myself too hard.

If my friends were here, they'd be laughing their ass off at my stupidity. I smile at that thought, it wasn't easy leaving them behind. They have always been with me, especially when things at home started becoming worse and worse. Let's just say they stuck with me through thick and thin. I honestly miss my two idiotic best friends.

I climb up the grand stairs, admiring everything. The hallway was almost empty, with only a few students here and there. After a few directions and a million wrong turns later, I finally found the office. The letters "OFFICE" ware written on a black plate in gold above the wooden door. I push the door open and walk into a small room, and immediately the smell of paper and wood hits me. It was a typical office, with a frosty glass partition and another door, that I assumed to be the principal's office. It had Mr. Fier written on it, in the same manner as outside. On my right was a giant desk, and I could see a slightly plum woman, almost middle age sitting behind, talking into the receiver of the phone. After a few yes and no she finally ended the call scribbling some notes over a piece of paper. Her desk was huge, true, but she had some serious paper management to do. There were tons and tons of paper scattered on her desk, making her brown desk look white.