"Who are you and what have you done with Peter Parker?"

"And the Lord said, "Let there be light." And voila! There is light," said Uncle Ben, screwing in a lightbulb. "Forty soft, glowing watts of it."

"Good boy. God will be thrilled. Just don't fall on your ass," said Aunt May, hands on her hips.

"I'm already on my ass, May," said Uncle Ben, slowly creeping down the steps of the ladder, "When the plant's senior electrician is laid off after 35 years, what else would you call it? I am on my ass."

"Hand me that dish, the green one." May spoke to Uncle Ben, who walked it over to his wife.

"The corporation is downsizing the people and upsizing their profits." said Uncle Ben again, still rambling on.

"Oh, Ben, you'll get another job somewhere." said Aunt may, scrubbing the dishes.

"Well...Well, let's look in the paper and see," Uncle ben grabbed the paper and sat at the dining room table. "There are the want ads. What do we got here? Computer... Computer salesman, computer engineer, computer analysist. My Lord, even the computers need analysts these days. May, I'm 68. I'm too old for computers, and besides, I have a family to provide for."

"I love you. And Peter and Phoebe love you. You're the most responsible man I've ever known. But we've ben down-and-out before. But somehow, we survive." said Aunt May, when Peter and I walked in the door.

"Hi kids. You're just-- Just in time for dinner." said May, patting Ben's shoulders.

"Hey. How you doing? How was the field trip?" said Ben, smiling at us.

"I don't feel well. I'm gonna go to sleep," said Peter, already heading up the stairs.

"You won't have a bite?" said May, as I walked over towards the dining table.

"No thanks, had a bite." said Pete, storming upstairs.

"Did you get some pictures, Peter?" asked Uncle Ben, trailing behind him at the bottom of the stairs.

"I gotta crash. Everything's fine." said Pete, closing his door.

"What's that all about?" asked Uncle Ben, looking towards me.

"I dunno," I said, my mouth already stuffed with food. "He wasn't talkin' much on the way back home." Aunt May sighed, as we all sat down for dinner.

That next morning at breakfast, Peter came storming down the stairs, kicking off the walls even. "Goodness me!" exclaimed Aunt May.

"Jeez. I thought you were sick," said Uncle Ben, putting down his orange juice.

"I got better," Peter smirked. "Bye guys!"

"Pete!" I exclaimed, groaning and launching up from my seat, "Wait up!"

"Have you got your lunch money?" said Aunt May.

"Yeah, I got it."

"Hey, Michelangelo, don't forget, we're painting the kitchen after school. Got it?"

"Sure thing, Uncle Ben," I said, trying to put my coat on.

"Don't start without me!" said Peter, throwing on his backpack.

"And don't start up with me." Me and Peter slammed the door shut, heading to the bus stop. As soon as we walk out, we hear screaming from the neighbors house, and I see a flash of red sprinting outside.

"You're trash! You're always gonna be trash!" said a man, screaming at now who I recognize as Mary Jane.

"I have to go to school." said said, her voice cracking.

The whole walk there, Peter was power walking right behind Mary Jane. Creepy, don't ya think?

"Peter, slow down, my calves hurt," I muttered, getting no response from him. He randomly stopped, muttering things to himself while a car pulled up next to Mary Jane, picking her up.

I hear the noise of a bus coming behind us, not stopping, which caused my panic to arise. "Shit!" I started sprinting after the bus, Peter behind me. I gave up, my calves already burning from before.

"God, Pete! Why did you have to curse me!" I rubbed my head in embarrassment, turning around, to see Peter staring at his hand.

I walked to school, getting in trouble because we were inevitably late. I got through first period with my friends snickers, rolling my eyes half the class.

At lunch, I sat pretty quiet, listening to my friends conversation. But to which came to a halt as everyone gasped, looking behind me. When I turned around, I saw a raging Flash with food all over his back. I snickered, quickly slapping a hand over my mouth. I saw Peter stand up out of the corner of my eye, a lunch trap awkwardly following behind him. I furrowed my brows and I got up, walking over to Harry who had the same look on his face.

Me and Harry both hurried out of the cafeteria, hoping to find some sort of an explanation from my tarnation of a brother. My heart nearly fell out of my butt as I heard some kids yelling "Fight!" as I turned the corner. And sure enough, there I saw Flash squaring up to my peuny brother. How embarassing.

Anytime Flash would go to hit him, Peter dodged the throw. How the heck is this possible? "Don't just sit there! Help him, Harry!" I yelled, pushing the tall boy in front of me. The next thing I had saw, Peter jumped up, seemingly unhumanly high, and did a back flip. Since when can Peter do a back flip?! 

I then began to cringe as I watched Flash pathetically try to beat up Peter, who was far too fast for him. Peter grabbed his forearm, making Flash groan and punched him, sending him flying down the hallway. 

"Who are you and what have you done with Peter Parker?" I said as soon as the crowd disapeared, grabbing my brothers shoulders and shaking him violently. Harry grabbed my  shoulders, pulling me back and facing Peter.

"Peter, that was-- That was amazing," said Harry out of shock, as Peter was still standing there, probably thinking he was dreaming. He suddenly took down the hallway, leaving us stranded.

"And he's back," I sighed, placing my hands on my hips.

Harry took me home that day, as usually Peter would walk with me, but he was nowhere to be found. He insisted on walking with me, as me and Peter don't exactly live in the best area of town.

"Peter?" I asked as I walked in the door, Harry walking in behind me.

"Phoebe!" I heard Aunt May exclaim from the kitchen, running into the front room to shower me with kisses. 

"Oh, and Harry!" she exclaimed once more, reaching up for Harry's cheeks and giving him a kiss on the cheek as well.

"Now, where's peter?" asked May, looking behind us.

"I thought he already made it home..." I said, placing my bag down, as Aunt May looked at me worridly.

"That's odd," said May, tapping her chin, "Peter would never leave you alone to get home."

"It's okay, Aunt May. I helped Phoebe get home alright," said Harry, smiling at May who once again showered him in kisses.

"What a good boy," Aunt May said, turning to me, "Tell Peter to take notes."

Harry had finally managed to escape from Aunt May's hold, as Uncle Men descended down the stairs.

"Hey Champ!" he said as he hugged me, "How was school?"

"It was alright," I sighed, sitting at the dining table. "Ready to get started on that kitchen?"

"Well, hold your horses there, girl," said Uncle Ben, chucking. "Won't you wait for your brother to start? I think he'd be sad he missed out."

"I think Peter's out to clear his head. You see there was a-- incident, at school, so he might just be easing it off. And, besides, he left Harry to take me home, so it must be pretty important." Uncle Ben laughed as I ranted, opening the fridge door to grab a glass of lemonade.

"Alright, if you say so," said Ben, "It'll be just a second, let me go get the stuff from the shed and we can get started."

I started to grow worried as I was washing my face. It was 8 o'clock, and Peter still hasn't gotten home. I know Peter is more than capable of taking care of himself, but I know he would've at least given us a heads up if he was off doing something special. I turned on my reading lamp as I laid in bed. I found myself reading the same line over and over again, and I slammed the book closed in frustration. I couldn't get the previous events of today out of my head.

"Why had Peter been acting so weird? He didn't even say anything to me in the hallway. I turned off the lamp and looked out my window at the stars as I gradually hurled asleep.