She bent down and heard a wolf-whistle.

She ignored it and picked up the photo, looking at it as she slowly stood up.

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Name: Mia Sign (Deadly Nadder)

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~WILL BE FAIRLY SHORT!~ (btw, for the story to work, Peter's a bit of a dick for the first 2 chaps or so)

Mia wasn't a very popular girl. She was fairly pretty and of average intelligence, just smart enough to get into Midtown school. She only had one or two friends: MJ and Ned. Mia never got along with Peter, she thought he was too shy, that he was hiding something.

Lo and behold! This will be told later.

Mia and MJ arranged to go and relax in the park near her house after school one day. Mia lived in a very... exorbitant neighbourhood, shall we say? Her bedroom was the size of a large living room and her actual living room could probably fit a bungalow in it, with room to spare still. When Mia brought MJ around once, MJ walked into the living room and asked, "Ok, so where's your room? This house has no walls..." Mia explained to MJ that this was just the living room. She leads her up the grand-marble-staircase and up to her (ridiculously) large bedroom. MJ spent the first 10 minutes looking around and gawking at it. After her initial excitement wore off, they headed to the park. There wasn't much there: a swing set, a slide, a small timber trail and a roundabout. MJ sat on the roundabout as it spun slowly, while Mia climbed on the timber trail. "So, why do you hate Peter?" MJ asked out of nowhere. Mia froze for a second, "I don't hate him, per se. I just don't like him. Something about him seems off, ya know? Like he's hiding something.." Mia continued across the bars, waiting for MJ's reply. "Probably cus he's Spider-Man." Mia's hand slipped and she hit the ground with a squeal, her skirt flying up momentarily. MJ was cackling with laughter as Mia recovered, getting up from the ground. She glared and bushed her ($991) skirt off, hoping the dirt didn't stain it. "I'm glad you found my pain so enjoyable, you witch." MJ stuck her tongue out, still laughing. Mia walked over, now strongly disliking the bars, and joined MJ on the roundabout. "What did you say before I fell?" Mia asked, trying to bring up a conversation. "I said, it's probably cuz he's Spider-Man." Mia froze and stared at MJ, "Seriously? How do you know?" She asked, incredulous. MJ shrugged, "I don't have any hard evidence for it yet, but I will. And don't you think it's a bit odd whenever Spider-Man is around, Peter isn't?" MJ paused, "It doesn't take a genius to work out 2+2=4, ya know?" Mia and MJ spent the rest of the evening coming up with conspiracy theories of how Peter became Spider-Man.

Mia walked into school the day after and could immediately tell something was wrong. Everybody was staring at her with looks of either disgust or eyeing her up like some candy. She stayed quiet and walked to her locker. She opened it and a picture fell out. She bent down and heard a wolf-whistle. She ignored it and picked up the photo, looking at it as she slowly stood up. It was a picture of her and MJ at the park when Mia fell off the bars.

It was a picture of when her skirt flew up and you saw her (slightly inappropriate) pants.

Somebody had followed them and taken an inappropriate picture of her and sold it across the school. Mia glanced down at the bottom left corner and saw something that changed her entire perspective of someone.

P.B.Parker.