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"you know you got a pretty big mouth for a kid right?" he says leaning against the wall. I could tell he was smirking from under his nask. Idiot. "Well I wouldn't be Spiderman if I didn't" I say grinning back. He only pushes away from the wall and leans down close to my ear whispering "Good cause I like you Spiderman"
Faye Raven has a reputation. She's the schools 'good girl'. The nerd. The 'Flabby Faye' of her adolescence. Or is she? Because what kind of good girl has a blue streak in her hair? What kind of good girl has a secret tattoo? What kind of good girl returns bullying with iconic pranks? And what kind of good girl is the...
∆∆∆ "You're going to have to take these pills now." "Why do I have to take this again?" He wondered, his young mind having a hard time processing all the new information. "Because, Peter, you can get pregnant." ∆∆∆