[GARBAGE STORY] Spiderman or Peter?

Just another boring chapter. (Asdfmovie 6 song)

Look it up, this helps me do a lot of my work. It has a cool tone, and it just helps me for some weird reason. Well here's the story!

As soon as I got out of school, I started skating to the park. There was about fifty some people. Some where really young, some older than me, and some about my age. People clap at my appearance. "Hello I am Spiderman." I shout in the microphone when I get on the stage.

"Pfff! We all know you are not the real deal, IMPOSTER!" A thirteen year old shouts in the background.

"No, for real, I'm Spiderman."

"Then prove it!" He shouts with his arms crossed.

"Okay." I say with my voice fading. I jump of the stage doing a back tuck, two Ariels, and six back handsprings, landing it with a sideway barrel roll in mid air.

"Anybody can do that!" He shouts at me. I thwip my web over to the stage. I pull myself up. Then there is a bathroom, not a porta-potty, but an actually bathroom. I climb up the thirteen foot building, and take my mask off at the top. Then I thwip a web back to the stage, and hang upside down by that web.

"Now, if we can really get started-"

He cut me off. "How do we know that you didn't just use special affects." He said with a smirk on his face.

"Look kid, we really need to get this thing going."

"PROVE IT!!! Lift me up, with one hand, while doing a flip!" I roll my eyes.

"Kid I have a tight schedule to keep."

"What? You have another birthday party gig." He said while laughing. I rolled my eyes and went up to the boy.

"Do you really want to do this?" He nodded. "You might feel a slight pinch."

"Wait, what?" I grabbed him, tossed him above my head, and with my ability to stick to walls, my pointer finger held the boy up. I kept him balanced for five seconds, then I used my whole hand to keep him steady, and preformed my back tuck. I put the kid back down and he ran away screaming. I laughed, silently tho.

"Okay now for real can we really get started?" I laughed when I got onto the stage. People were clapping and laughing. I smiled, while waving to the crowd. "My real name is Peter Parker, but you can call me Pete or Spidey. What ever you'd like just please don't call me-"

"The masked menace." Someone said approaching the stage. I huffed. I really hate that name. I looked to see Eddie Brock Jr., the competition I had at the daily bugle.

"Not right now." I whisper shouted at him. I tried to get back on track. "Okay." I said walking towards stage left. "We all need friends. We don't base them on how much money we have, or how fun and exciting they are, or if they are popular. You base it off trust and worthiness. I am just like all of you, but with a little extra power. And I would like to be treated as one of you as well. So let's get in groups. First Grade through third over here, fourth through sixth over here, seventh through ninth over here, 10th through 12th over here. So let's get started!"

"What group are you in?" Eddie said glaring at me.

"I should be in the college group, but I'm only 17. So I'll be in the tenth through twelfth group."

"So you're not a man?"

"Not technically."

"So you lied to us all?"

"No, it's just-" he cut me off.

"Ha! This is great! So you're not Spiderman! You're Spiderteen! Ha, whatcha gonna do Parker? Threaten me with S.A.T.'s, HA!"

"Now let's go into our groups." I say while clenching teeth.

"Don't post pone the conversation! DO NOT GET IN GROUPS YET!!! Spiderteen, wait until the bugle hears this." Edward says while skipping away. I glare at him for about ten more seconds.

"Now please start separating into your groups, and while we are doing this, raise your hand if you know who Redd and Blu are." Then I swore nerdiest kid in the crowd shot his hand up.

"Redd and Blu are your duplicates that were made when you got the venom symbiote created. But they are you, kinda like clones, but you are more dominate." He shouted.

"Correct!" I shout pointing at him. "Would you guys like to meet Redd and Blu?" Then a bunch of people shouted. Just another day of having NO LIFE.