Ruff day yesterday... I came to school with cuts and bruises all over my face. If people didn't know any better, they would think my Aunt abuses me or something. I was getting my textbook out of my locker when someone lightly taps me on my shoulder. I turn around and a girl with blonde hair in standing in front of me.
"Hi..." She says. "Im, um, Gwen Stacy...." She trails off and smiles.
"Hi," I say back and return the smile.
"What's your name?" I ask her.
"Gwen, Gwen Stacy," she says smiling. "What's yours?"
"Peter Parker," he says and the bell rigs for the next class. "I can walk you to class... If you want." I offer. She smiles and nods. "Sure!"
She seemed caught up in thought, since she was always looking off somewhere. Then she looked at me puzzled. "What happened to your face?" She asks and looks at my bruises and cuts.
"I just fell," I lie. I don't like lying to people, but I have to.
"Oh," she says. "You should be more careful," she chuckles and turns to class. I smile and follow her in. I sat behind her, about in the middle of the room.
We had a guest, Dr. Curt Connors, today. I hears he's a brilliant scientist and that he has only one arm, but that's it. He started talking about a World Without Weakness. It seemed as if he was going to use cross species genetics to regrow his arm, that seemed a little farfetched...
'Wow... stark industries is so big....' I think to myself looking around in amazement.
'Now and then, I find myself 'daydreaming' of the masked guy that saved me, I think he goes by the name Spider-Man.'
I sit down in a chair and start doing the paperwork.
'I'm basically obsessed with him, something keeps urging me to find out who is under that mask. I owe him my life and I will find out, hopefully.'
The debate went on forever and I still scribbled down the requires information for the paperwork.
'I think 'Spider-Man' is a hero, just misunderstood....'
Then a thought stuck me,
'Do I have feelings for him?'
I stared wide-eyed at the paper thinking about it.
'I don't!' I scold myself. 'No!'
I slammed my pencil on the desk and stood up to walk around. My arms were crossed in an angry way and my head was down.
"Maybe I do..."