Spider in the deep
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Last published Sat, Aug 18, 2018
A boy who leaned against a locker, acting as if he owned the world stood straight and extended his hand.I tentatively shook it and he grinned.
"Harry Osborn.Pleasure to meet you Scarfy."
I rolled my eyes at his impish grin.Great as if I needed another name.
"Hi nice to meet you as well, my name's Aazmi."
"Nice Pete's been talking all about you."
I heard a book drop and Peter kneeling down to pick it up.This Harry Osborn seemed to be Peter's good friend but a bit of a trouble maker.
"I'm joking, he's only mentioned you 20 times a day for a month."
I couldn't tell if this boy was joking or not.
"Wow,I never knew.He hasn't mentioned you once."
I mentally grinned at my comeback.Peter shut his locker before Harry could continue.
"Enough of this,I'll see you later Harry,"he nodded and quickly dragged me away from his best friend.
Aazmi is a girl always landing in trouble.
She doesnt know how half the time.
Peter has never been in real trouble.
Not until she showed up....
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