You woke up and sighed. The amount of sleep you had felt suspicious. I swear to cheese and crackers, if I'm late, I have failed myself, you think, slowly looking over at the digital clock. The blue blocky letters read 8:19. "Ugh, fine," you said, throwing off your sheets.
As if no time passed at all, your long silver hair with black highlights was brushed smooth, your signature simple eyeliner with lipstick style was finished, and you were completely dressed.
You quickly packed your makeshift silver bodysuit, grabbed your backpack, and sped out of the motel room, then doubled back and stared at your door. Your eyes glowed red as you concentrated as intensely your mind could take- click! You jiggled the door knob. Sure enough, it was locked.
When you finally got out of the motel and onto the street, your eyes started to glow blue. You started to go faster and faster, but people began to stare. You slowed down, hoping no one would notice your eye color dulling.
When you got closer to the school, you saw the jerk, Flash, walking to school. This was an opportunity you couldn't pass up. You stopped for a second, centering your mind, and when you finally looked up, your eyes had purple flecks. You sped up, then concentrated: Flash's pants jerked right down. You attempted to stifle your laughter, then made your getaway. You knew he saw nothing. Whoever pantsed him was long gone, and no one would know.
As you approached the school, you slowed down, allowing your eyes to fade to their normal brown. "I wish I had eyes like yours," an unsettlingly flattering, yet familiar voice rang your head. "Shut up, Pietro, you're going to throw her off," a girl whispered through clenched teeth. You contain your gasp and the tears that threaten to show. You're caught off guard, slamming into a wall. You fall and shout, "OW!"
After looking up, you realize you slammed into the school. You shove down your embarrassment and loudly whisper,
"That's gonna hurt later."
"Are you okay," Ned shouts to you, running over with Peter Parker. As they get closer, Ned giggles.
"Yes, you crapheads, now help me up!" You replied. Peter Parker helped you up, and you couldn't help but laugh. Peter has told you he was Spider Man awhile ago, and it was hard to believe, especially since he was helping you, his nobody best friend. "That was epic." Ned said.
Even though you slammed into a wall, at least your two best friends were there to see it.
A/N:
My friend wanted to edit the story and she did AMAZING so.. expect a change..
