Dear Diary...

Part 1

Dear Diary...

January 3rd, 2017

I forgot where I put this diary. I thought I'd put it under my pillow. I swore I put it there but this morning it was on my dresser. I don't recall moving it anywhere. May wouldn't have read it. There's really nothing in here yet. Nevermind that...Uh Mr. Stark had me look into this problem yesterday. It's been on my mind all day. There's this guy, he's dealing all these illegal substances and Mr. Stark says I'm good enough to take on, whoever they are. I wish I could be in the big leagues...in the Avengers like Mr. Stark. I guess staying on the ground is good for me, at least while I'm still in high school. N-Not that I'm worried about my grades. Plus someone has to look over the little things that go on in Queens. What else is there about today...oh yeah-Flash and his asshole of a friend who goes by Micheal...yea those two pushed me into a locker. I hate that I can't do anything to prevent their constant picking. I'm sick of it, but is there really anything I can do? I can't tell them how I got out of the locker. They did lock me in. But I kicked the door down...That doesn't give anything away, If it did it would giveaway something like-I don't know like being Spiderman... Thankfully no one saw me, I was able to get out of there on my own, and alone. My watch went off in class...no one really saw to much, but I had to excuse myself. I think my teacher is suspicious. I didn't come back. On my way back however, I'm very good at embarrassing myself. I saw Y/n in her class, she had French. I stared until she waved like a dork. I must have been staring for a while. I swear I was there for two minutes. Sure felt longer than two minutes though. Damn, I'm not good at this whole "high school crush" thing. Is it ok to call her more than just a crush? I do like her with my entire heart...That sounds weird. Put it this way-I've fallen for her and I think I scraped my knee. I wish she could see-I mean...not the falling part that'd be embarrassing. I-I mean I wish she could understand the feelings I have. But we aren't even friends. She's a lovely girl from art class...She'd probably prefer to stay is friends. I can dream. Not that she's in my dreams-just-ugh nevermind. I'm just going to cut myself off now. I-I'll write again at some point...

-Peter