Twisted // (not rlly) Peter Parker

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I grabbed my bag and I ran downstairs.

"I'm off to school!" I said.

"Don't get in trouble!" I heard my mother say from the kitchen.

"I know she would get in trouble, though." I heard my father say from the living room.

"Well, we don't really give a damn about what happens to her." my brothers say.

"For once in your life, Y/N. Do something good!" my older sister said.

Honeslty, I feel like my family just hates me and wants to control me.

Ha, well I'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional.
I'm visceral, reloadable, I'm crazy.

Everybody in my school knows I'm a little twisted.
Everybody in my house knows I'm a little twisted.

But for some reason, one guy wouldn't believe that. A guy named Peter Parker.

Has he EVER seen anyone mess with me and get away with it without any injuries? No. Nobody has and nobody ever will.

Mess with me a little, you're dead.

I have no idea why Peter is still tryna stay friends with me. After EVERYTHING I've done to EVERYONE, he still wants to be my friend, it's weird. It sometimes creeps me out.

Here I aaaamm, once agaaaaiiinn, sitting alooonneee on a rooftoooppp~

Well, our school's rooftop.

"Hey, loser! Sitting all alone here? Where's your boyfriend, Peter?"

"He's not my boyfriend, Flash. Shut up and go home before I give the school a good reason to send you home." I said to him.

"I'm not afraid of you. The stories are probably fake." he said.

"Yeah?" I said, standing up, my eyes flashing red and y/e/c.

"Hell, yeah! Why would anyone be scared of a loser like you?! Anyone could beat you up with one flick of a tiny finger from how weak you are!" he said.

"Maybe they'll be scared of me...cause of this?" I say, as I turn around, showing him my eyes flashing.

"You freak! What is wrong with you?!" he yelled. No wait, screamed.

"Nothing's wrong with me. " I say, rushing to him and tackling him, then I punched him in the face multiple times, I wouldn't stop.

I hear Peter yell my name from behind me, telling me to stop. So I stopped and stood up. Then I turned around to face him.

"There. I stopped. Happy?" I said, my eyes going back to normal.

"Not really..." he said.


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