Kid, tell me what happened: The Sequel

If you could do it (except you can)

A/N: Quick question. Please be as honest as possible, and please feel free to be as critical as your heart desires. Do you like my one-shots? Cause I'm not going to say who or where but a few people have been telling me that they don't like my writing so I wanted you guys opinion? Also, if you think my writing has improved from when I first started writing (the first Kid, tell me what happened)? Thanks so much!

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Some days are good days. Some days are great days. Other days are rough. Occasionally there's one of "those days". The days that test your patience, faith, and energy. One of those days that make you want to scream at cry as you collapse into a nice, soft bed.

And much to Peter's unlucky "Parker luck", today would be one of those days.

It all started when he missed his alarm and shoved a few spoonfuls of cereal that definitely didn't taste expired. Peter arrived on time, barely.

When he got to his seat, he found that both his friends Ned and MJ were absent. Which meant he had to go through the entire day alone, one of Flash's favorite days to bully him. 

Just as the first bell rang, he was immediately sent spiraling to the ground, his face slamming against the cold tiled floor. He groaned, quickly picking himself back up and heading to his first class.

His first-class, which so happened to be his least favorite class, was Spanish. And the teacher decided to start the Monday morning off with not a good morning but a pop quiz.

And Peter, as so smart as he is, can't be good at everything.

By the end of the period, he's pretty sure he failed the test.

It seems that every time the bell rings, Flash understands this as time to kick Peter in the face. And second period Peter gets a kick to the ribs and a really well aimed punch to the face which gave him a black eye.

Peter's day only gets worse and worse to the point where most of his face is bruised and he got a question wrong which provoked Flash to insult him repeatedly.

Finally, the last bell rang signaling everyone could finally go home. Just as Peter stood up, it took everything within him not to turn around and punch Flash in the face. But the little guy couldn't take it like he could.

He was sent into the lockers, getting another bruised eye to match and could be sure that his ribs were decorated into bruises. Flash began to repeatedly punch Peter over and over and the poor kid just couldn't help the tears roll down his face. Flash sneered, "What a baby!"

"Weak. "

"Stupid."

"Pathetic."

"Honestly you're so skinny you should like die."

"I wonder what you're mom would do, oh wait she dead!"

"Honestly so fucking pathetic!"

By the time Flash walked away from his pathetic self, Peter felt tired, angry and hurt. He picked himself up despite the aching protest of his entire body because he had to get to the hospital to visit Aunt May.

There, he was greeted with a sterile smell and nurses with kind-hearted, sorrowed expressions as they told him that Aunt May had died. At exactly 2:30 pm. Just as he was getting beat up his aunt was struggling between life and death. It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair how he put up with all this, Flash's taunting, being Spiderman and he only received shit. 

He didn't feel good, like he was going to pass out. All the voices sounded fuzzy and the room began to spin. Someone was kindly asking him something, probably if he was okay.