The Amazing Spider-man.

New York.

Forest hills, Queen, N.Y 20 Ingram St.

A young man was laying on the fluffy bed. The sunlight streamed from the window curtain and light up the whole room. The youth knitted his bows in annoyance and pulled out his blanket that was laying beside the bed.

' When did the sun get up this early? ' He thought to himself. Slowly, his thought scattered into the dream.

peter.. Peter.. PETER..

The youth woke up from the sudden called for his name. The door beside him opened and an old man entered into his view.

The first thing he saw was the warmth smile. Then followed by a kind tone, " You are going to late, Peter. "

Peter brought the small pillow that was laying beside him to his face and covered his ear.

" Can't we just rest today? " He grumbled in silent. " Uncle Ben, I am feeling unwell. My head feel dizzy. I am gonna puke. Ahh... "

Peter tried to make his voice weak as possible. " Look like, you are right. Last night late study brought me pain. I should have sleep sooner. "

Uncle Ben smiled seeing Peter's acting. He grabbed the blanket and flipped over Peter.

" Excuse never did anyone good, Kid. Sun is up and you gotta learn a lot of stuff from the school. " Uncle Ben ran off from the room leaving Peter alone.

Peter yelled at Uncle Ben. " I am the smartest in the class. "

" Then use that smart brain into remembering to clean your room."

Peter shook his head and looked around at his room. Paper scattering on the floor and his study desk was covered with a pile of books. The wall was also covered in paper print of his current project.

He rubbed his eyes, the vision was burry. He sighed and picked up the glasses on ghe desk beside him.

He walked over to the study desk and opened the computer.

" Come on. You must be ready. " He muttered.

He then entered into the bathroom and began to clean himself. Rubbing his tooth in boredom, he noticed a red pimple on his forehead.

He frowned and tired to scratch but managed to control himself.

Leaving the bathroom, Peter was delight seeing the result on computer.

He grabbed the mouse and clicked on the result. He smiled.

" It is getting good. I know I can create sticky substance. " Peter said to himself. He subconsciously gazed at the bag and turned around.

He grabbed a few books and shoved into his bag.

He opened the door and left his room. As he descended from the stair, he heard a new on television.

" Last night, a man wearing bird costume robbed central bank. Polices are trying to locate the criminal but they have not capture the criminal face. "

" Street folks say the man look like vulture. "

Peter checked his clothes and entered the living room. Uncle Ben was watching at TV.

He didn't see Aunt May but heard a movement from the kitchen.

" Would you look at this, May? I know street are't safe but even common criminal are taking the sky too. "

Aunt May voiced came from the kitchen, " I won't say there is anything common about those monster. I mean, The Vulture? That is a silly name. "

Aunt May walked into the living room with a lunch box. Peter's eyes light up as he saw her. He waved his hands.

" Morning, Aunt May. "

" I don't know. " Uncle Ben scratched his chin. " I was thinking about going out to those place and capture them. Maybe with that we would't need to worry over utility bill month after month. "

Aunt May hugged herself and titled her head, " Ben Parker! The man I married wouldn't even dream of such things. "

Peter laughed. " Beside, Uncle Ben would lose to those criminals. "

Uncle Ben muttered to himself in defeat. " Alright. Alright. "

" Hey, Peter. After the school, let's take the old camera and try to get a good shot at that Vulture guy. I bet Bugle would pay a pretty sum for a clear shot. "

Aunt May glanced at Uncle Ben and the she gave the lunch box to Peter.

She spoke to Peter, " Don't say a word. I don't you encouraging your uncle's delusion. "

" Don't worry. " Peter smiled back. " I am going to school. "

" Have a good day sweetheart! " Aunt May kissed his forehead.

Uncle Ben raised his hand, " And watch out for these guys. "

Peter took his skateboard and rolled toward his school. The street was busy with their own.

He saw high school student slowly walking to the school. He stopped the skateboard and picked it up.

As he walked over the grass field, a basketball hit from his side causing his body to lose control. He heard laugher coming around him.

Peter rubbed his brain and looked up.

Three shadows covered his face. He didn't see the faces because of the sunlight pouring into his eyes.

" Sorry, Nerd. "

They all left after picking up their basketball.

Peter muttered. " It is okay. "

' Who the hell play basketball in this place? '

He grumbled and walked inside the school. The hallway was huge and he saw a lot of students hanging around.

A lot of girls were showing their beautiful on the sight way. Peter ignored them and walked over to his locker.

Anyway, the girls were not interested in him. Being label as a nerd was not a good face in the school. He looked inside his locker and grabbed the appropriate text book.

Today was practice day. It was his favourite class. Science practice day.

He walked into the class and sat on his place. He took out a notebook and read through it.

It was the formula for the fluid he was creating.

As he was reading the formula in silence, he heard some gossip about him.

" Are you serious, Sally? "

" Yeah.Look. "

" Ew. That's gross. "

" I know. Maybe we should start calling ' Puny Parker. ' Something different. "

" Maybe Peverted Parker! "

Peter frowned. He said without looking back. " I can hear you. "

" What are you two talking about me? " He asked.

" Oh. Like you don't know. "

Peter turned around and faced Sally. She pointed at her phone. Peter took a glimpse at her phone.

" You know. I don't give you my number for lewd messages for you. "

Peter was dumbfounded. " What? I didn't.. "

The two guys that was sitting in the corner laughed. They both holding their chest with a grim wider than a slut ass.

Peter looked at Flash from the corner and said to Sally.

" I tell you this Sally. The next time you get a message from me, maybe you should ask a question only I know about. In this case, I think a simple question would work. Maybe something like 2+2."

" You know. Only I can solve that question. "

Flash glanced angryly.

" All right class. Settle down. "

The teacher came forward holding a paper bag. " I have a result of yesterday pop quiz. And from the look of it, we have a lot of work to do. "

The teacher looked at Peter, " Only Mr. Parker here managed to get a perfect score. Flawless answer. Well done. "

The teacher placed the ticket in front of Peter desk. " Here. Thses ticket are demonstration at New York City Hall of Science. I thought you might be interested. "

Peter grabbed the ticket and said, " Uh... Thanks. "

Flash coughed and muttered a faint tone. But he made sure to hear the whole class.

" Cough! Cough! Suck it up. Cough! Teacher pet. "

The whole class laughed.

A paper ball threw at Peter's head.

" I am sorry, Mr. Thompson. Did you say something? "

Peter stayed silent. He was a bit angry but what can he do to Flash. He was the type to fight. His body was skinny compare to Flash who does sport everyday.

Beside Aunt May and Uncle Ben would be disappoint in him if he become like Flash.