Peter's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning with severe aches all around my body, especially on my stomach and my face. I got up and checked the time on my (insert whatever old phone you like) phone, it read 5:46am, thursday. Well, I guess it's time to wake the other kids up.

At 'Happy Hills Orphanage' the kids had to take care of themeselves, those psycho-owners didn't give a damn about any of the poor children here, just saw them as punching bags. Especially me. I am probably their 'favorite'. Though, at least they cared enough to keep the place clean and give us food. If it looked old and dirty no one would want to adopt a child from here. Only problem. The ones cleaning this whole orphanage were the kids. But at least we were lucky enough to have 1-3 kids adopted every month. Just last week, a little 7 year old girl named Maya was adopted by a lovley couple.

Even though it's nice seeing the younger kids get nice homes, I always got a bit jealous. I mean, no one wants a teenager, especially not a teenager that looks like he gets into fights a lot, even though that teenager was just trying to protect the other kids but got beat up for it. Yeah... No one wants that.

I try to stand up, but a bigger surge of pain washes over me and I fall to the floor like the pathetic idiot I am. 'Shit'. Ok Peter, just... just try again. 2nd times a charm, right?

And I guess it is, because it worked, though, I felt a little light headed. I start making my way around the room, waking up the other boys. They all looked at me in horror when they see my bruised face.

"Shit Peter! You can't keep doing this!" Max whisper-yells at me.

"It's okay, I'm fine, don't worry about it! Now go and wake the others up, alright?" I say with a stern voice.

They all look at each other, nod and start making their way out of the room leaving me alone standing by the door. I go back to my 'bed' and grab my backpack, pack it with all my school things, plus my suit, which is laying at the bottom of the bag. I change into a blue hoodie with a black t-shirt under and a pair of black jeans. With that, I make my way out of the room and down to the kitchen where a bunch of kids are already sitting.

A girl named Allie, who was just a year younger than me and another girl named Peggy, who was 16, had already started with breakfast. It was usually me, Allie, Max, Eli or Peggy that would make the food for the younger kids. I am very thankful to my Aunt, who taught me how to cook before she passed away.

When I first came to this orphanage when I was 11, after my Aunt May passed away in a terrible house fire, which I was also in, no one really knew how to make food, well except for like the 17 year olds. But they had to leave as soon as they all turned 18. Of course, Peggy was still there, but she couldn't cook food to around 20 kids alone, so I started to help her. Peggy and I taught some of the older kids, like Max, Allie and Eli to make food if we weren't there.

After breakfast, the time was 6:45am and we knew we had to leave before 7am because that's the time the psychos woke up and would go down to get breakfast. There have been some times when we didn't make it out on time. The psychos would beat me up a little, while the older kids would  leave the younger kids on their busses to school. I would always be a bit late if I got beat up in the morning.

Making our way out of the orphanage, we went straight to the bus stops for the younger kids. After saying good bye to them, we older kids went our seperate ways to different schools, or, well, me. I went to a different high school than the others. Though, the only downside to that was that my school was farther away, which meant I had to take the subway, then walk a couple minutes.

As I entered the subway I checked the time, '7:39am', I started at 8:10am, so I had some time. Wanting to waste that time, I plucked in my headphones and started listening to music. 20 minutes later I was at my stop and hurried off to the school making it 3 minutes until the bell rang. Hurrying to my locker, I quickly got my stuff and started walking to my first class. No one commented on my bruised face, nor did they care, they were all used to see 'Poor, Orphan Peter Parker' all bruised up. No questions asked. 

As I entered the classroom I saw my two best friends, Ned Leeds and Michelle Jones or MJ for short, in the back of the room and hurried up to them.

"Hey Peter!" Ned greeted me and we did our 'super awesome' handshake.

"Sup loser." MJ said in her usual monotone voice not looking up from her book.

They both knew I was Spider-Man, but swore to never tell anyone. So if I came in with several bruises on my face and/or body they would just assume it was from patrol, which it sometimes was.

We talked for a bit until the teacher came in and announced that we were having a test. The classroom got filled with complains and 'ugh' sounds. Great way to start a thursday morning, not. We all seperated our desks and the teacher handed out the test. When I got it I skimmed through it, there were a bunch of science questions, but also some engineering questions. What kinda test is this? Mr. Harrington didn't explain anything about it, he just handed them out and told us to write.

The test was actually not that hard, just some tricky questions here and there but nothing too bad. After around an hour we had to turn the test in and the lesson was over. Making my way out I felt my spidey-sense tingle, something was going to hit my head and I knew exactly what it was. Not a second later a small paper ball hit my head and I heard loud laughter coming from behind me. The person who threw the ball was none other than Eugene 'Flash' Thompson, quite a muscular guy, rich parents and my tormentor.

"Oh sorry Parker! I was aiming for the trash, guess I missed, oh wait! No i didn't!-" He yelled making me walk faster out of the classroom. (Thank you to @lostwontbefound for making this burn a lot better. All credit to them! if you don't know why I made this little A/N thingy, let's just say... I don't know how to make good roasts...)

This was one of his milder torments. He often beats me up at the end of the school day, giving me even more bruises than I already have.

~~Timeskip to the end of the school day, brought to you by a Twizzle~~

'Finally' I thought to myself. The school bell rang signaling the end of the day. Making my way out of the classroom I went straight to my locker where Ned and MJ already stood.

"Hi guys!" I whisper-yelled to them not wanting to drag any attention to myself.

"Hi Peter! Do you think you can come over today? We can build my lego death star!" Ned said ecstatically, making some heads turn.

"I don't know Ned... You know I have to do 'The Thing' (being SM) And I have to be home early today, I'm really sorry" I say feeling really really bad. I never have any time to hang out with my friends if it's not in school. I mean, Ned is my 'Guy In The Chair' and we talk a lot while I'm on patrol. But I never have the time to come over to him.

"It's okay dude! Don't worry about it. I know you're really busy with 'The Thing' and taking care of your siblings.  Ned said understandingly. "But I'll hear from you tonight when you go out, right?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, of course you will hear from me, you're my 'Guy In The Chair' after all" I say wondering to myself how I ended up getting such great friends.

"Are you two losers done chatting so we can leave? There's like no one left in the hallway." MJ asked, this time looking up from her book. I hadn't even noticed, but we were the only ones in the hallway.

"You guys can go. I have to go to the library and get some stuff." I say as I close my locker and start making my way down the hall. "I'll see you guys tomorrow!"

"Bye Peter!" Ned yelled and MJ just waved, then they left.

I made my way to the library and walk in. The librarian, Mr. Lee (May he rest in peace), was a nice old man with big glasses. He knew where every book was, loved them as if they were his children. If you hade a bad day you could talk to him. He could tell the most amazing stories about whatever, but it always brought a smile to a kid's face. He was also a big superhero fan, always said that Spider-Man was his big favorite, which was really nice to hear, considering the fact that I am Spider-Man.

"Heya Pete! nice seeing you on this fine day, isn't it?" He said with his usual cheery voice.

"Hi Mr. Lee! Yes I suppose it is quite a lovely day today." I say thankful that he hasn't mentiond the bruises on my face.

"So! What can I help you with?" He asked.

"Well, first things first, I need to return this book (insert whichever book you want), and secondly, I wanted to borrow another book" I responded.

"Ah, I see. Well let me take that book off your hands and you can look around and see if you find anything interesting."

I nod, handing him the book and then walking off to some bookshelves. 10 minutes later, I had chosen a book and went over to Mr. Lee's desk.

"Oh! (Insert your favorite book), that's a really good book!" He said taking it out of my hands and scaning it. "It's actually one of my favorites. Well, here you go! Hope you enjoy it as much I do!" He said with a big smile and waved goodbye as I started to leave. Right before I went out of the door, I turned around and said.

"Thank you Stan Lee! For everything you've done!" He smiled and I turned around leaving the libary with a big smile.

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A/N

Yeya! another chapter!

Soooo... Uhhh, hope you liked it. I wanted to have Stan Lee cameo somewhere in the story, and I've seen a lot of people having him as the school librarian, so here we are.

May he rest in peace!

I have no idea what to write on these A/N, sooo...uhhh

That's all for now folks!

G'nigh, G'day & G'morning!

/Twizz