Two Faced {Peter Parker}

one- only the beginning

Sighing loudly, I drop my head into my arms and groan, wanting nothing more than to be in my bed tangled between my white comforter and arrangement of blankets. Tuesday's and every school day, are just plain dreadful. "Rough night?" Grandma Rose asks as she sits across from me at the table, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor making an ungodly horrible screeching noise. I cringe and tiredly nod, "It feels like I didn't even have my eyes shut for a minute, I don't know why I can't sleep- or at least why it feels like I can't. Do I really have to go to school grandma?"

She leans her head forward, glasses on the tip of her nose and glares, her clear blue eyes burning into mine, (making me also think who thought it was a good idea for me to have poop brown eyes.) I groan again, "who even thought it was a good idea to start school at 7:30? Do people not know of the thing called sleeeeep?" I drag out the 'e' and whine as I stand up and walk over to the sink, placing down my cereal bowl.

Grandma chuckles and I jokingly roll my eyes before walking into my room to change. Homework and books are messily scattered around my room, and loose sleeves of paper seem to be in every crack and corner. I look around before grabbing a pair of jeans that were hiding under my bed, and a large grey sweater with the words slytherin spread across in green letters. Before I leave my room, I turn to stare outside my window at the rising sun, admiring all the different shades of reds, pinks, and oranges, and how they blend so perfectly together. "You're going to be late, (y/n), how many times do I need to tell you that the sunrise will always be there tomorrow?" Grandma rose's voice breaks me out of my day dream and I spin around to see her staring at me with a smirk and her hand placed on the curve of her hip.

"Tomorrow shmorrow, why wait for tomorrow when I can see it everyday?" I ask and walk by picking up my back pack that weighed 1,000 pounds. "I'll see you later granny!" I make my way out the door before her voice stops me. "Hey, there's been a lot of bad people out there lately, be careful please," her voice is soft and serious. "Always grandma, bye love you." I close the door and start my long walk to school, loving how the wind blows against my skin making me feel cold, but a pleasant comforting cold.

Each step I make, I busy myself by trying to count as many blades of grass as I can, or how many windows I walk by. The sidewalks are crowded with people dressed in business like outfits rushing to work, and the roads packed with Taxis honking, making rowdy obnoxious noise. I stay close to the brick buildings in hopes of trying to stay out of peoples way.

"You can't just leave it here!" "I'm leaving it here and we're going. Now."

My eyes break away from the cracked concrete that had me in a trance to a couple that runs out of an alley way, surprisingly looking far more in a rush than anyone else. I pick up my speed muttering 'excuse me' and 'sorry' and find myself turning into the alley way. I crinkle my nose in disgust as the putrid smell enters my nose.

I adjust my bag and walk deeper into the alley, but stop when a cry fills my ear. I turn my head only to have my eyes land upon a small little white and brown kitten, curled up in a ball hiding behind two wet boxes. Leaning down on one knee, I gently and quickly pick up the wet baby animal and cradle it in my arms, trying to warm it up with my sweater as much as possible.

It's large green eyes stare at me in fear as I try and soothe it by petting its head and rubbing its ears. I chew on the inside of my cheek deep in thought, going through each of my options. "I can't leave you here..." I sigh and check my watch, realizing I have less than ten minutes before the bell for first period rings and I groan again. I securely clutch the small kitten to my chest and run out of the alley way, careful to avoid people and ice. I hurry onto campus and through the school doors, immediately being pelt with rude comments by Flash Thompson and his friends, and sprint to my locker before anyone can notice the creature in my arms.