In the Life

Chapter 1

Alright so long story short it's like 1 AM and this is just an experiment. This is going to be based on what my life at school and home is like usually. I've been feeling awful lately and I hope this might help me with that. Sorry if anything doesn't make sense, my mind is just so jumbled up and confused.

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, or AC/DC.

Peter's P.O.V.

"Why?" I whisper to myself. I groan into my pillow, checking the time once again. 3:18 AM. Of course. I don't know why I even bother to try and get enough sleep. It's not like I can actually fall asleep before morning strikes. I sigh, defeated, listening as the soft waves sound fades out into nothing. Another hour. I reach out and press the button on my noise machine and set it for another sleepless hour of waves. I close my eyes, trying to visualize the waves lapping at the shore, and it does help, at least a little bit.

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My eyes snap open at the sound of my neighbors, screaming at the poor kids who live with them. This noise wakes up another neighbor's dog, who barks and barks all day long. Looks like I'm not getting sleep anytime soon. I grip my pillow tightly, smashing my head into it until I have a pounding headache. My muscles relax, making me drop the pillow and fall into it again. My head turns to the side, and some stray tears leak from my eyes. My chest feels tight, and my stomach churns with the anxiety of having school tomorrow. Or, rather, today. I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding, and wait for exhaustion to take over.

"Peter! Get up! You slept through your alarm again," Aunt May yells. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Sorry, honey, I didn't mean to yell. But you need to get up. Don't want you missing school!" I nod, half awake. I go straight to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face to wake myself up. I get dressed, putting on the same sweatshirt I wear everyday, a dark blue one with a small yellow design on it, and some sweatpants.

"Peter, you're not actually wearing that to school, are you?" Aunt May frowns at me, questioning my choice in clothing but letting me go nonetheless. I grab my bag, put in my earbuds, and walk out the door. "Wait, did you have breakfast?" She questions.

"No..." I mumble. "It makes me sick to eat so early." She gives me a concerned look, but quickly brushes it off.

"Alright then. Be sure to eat something at school then. Love you." This time I'm out the door for real, and I start the walk to school. On my walk, I only listen to one song, "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC. The rest of it is complete silence. Well, as silent as NYC can get.

I eventually reach the school, and I walk into the cafeteria to sit by myself until they let us in. Every morning, the school doesn't let us into the hallways until 7:10. I check my phone. 7:03. The time in the morning always passes the slowest, having nobody around to hang out with. I would talk to Ned, but he made some new friends in his gym class, and now he spends his mornings with them. MJ doesn't even get to school until 7:20, and by that point it's better to just go to class. So in the mornings, I'm alone.

When the bell finally rings, and the hallways open up to the students, I go straight to class. Even though class doesn't start for another 15 minutes, I don't have anybody to hang out with, and I don't want to roam the halls and risk running into some teacher that will try to stop me to talk. So I go to class. I'm the only one in there for awhile, not even the teacher bothering to be there until she absolutely has to. So, once again, I'm alone.

History is boring, but at least Ned's in my class. We pass the time while our teacher drones on about the notes we took and the test next class, but nobody's really paying attention. Eventually, though, the bell rings and we can leave.