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"Parker!" My not so friendly bully Flash Thompson yells from across the hall. He runs up to me and slams me against the locker.
"What do you want now?" I groan, already used to Flash's morning routine of bad breath and not-so-quick comebacks.
"I need this algebra homework done by tomorrow, and don't even think about writing a single answer wrong."
I go to walk away but Flash yells one more time; " Oh and Parker," he flings his lucky basketball straight for my head. I go to dodge but my spidey senses go of the richter. I turn my face to the source of my brain signals. Oh this is gonna be fun