Miles's POV
I stared out the window of Dad's police car and let out a sigh. Today was my last day at Brooklyn Middle School. All because I won some stupid lottery for some fancy private school. I have only been there once to take my entrance exam and I already hate it. They have these extremely uncomfortable uniforms. They have dorms, meaning I'll have to share a room with someone I don't even know. They give you a bedtime. I mean I know that it sounds childish, but seriously that is a bit eccentric. Plus the kids there are like robots. They don't laugh, smile, or even say hello. They just stare at the teacher with a deadpan look. I really hope I don't end up just like them.
"So, Miles, how's it feel to be done with school?" dad asked as he pulled up in front of the house. I ignored him, grabbing my bag a heading toward the front door. I immediately rushed into my room and flopped onto my bed with a defeated sigh.
I was probably there for about five minutes staring at the ceiling, before I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I called, turning my head to face the door.
The door creaked open and Dad stepped in and sat at the foot of my bed. "Miles, I know you're upset with me," he started.
"Really, how could you tell?" I snapped.
He sighed, "Look, Miles I'm doing what's best for you. You'll have so many great opportunities at this school."
"Shouldn't I be able to decide for myself? I don't want to go some snobby private school. I just want to go to a normal school like everyone else," I complained sitting up to face him.
"You should be excited about this. Do you wanna end up like your uncle?" He replied in annoyance.
"What's wrong with Uncle Aaron, he's a good guy?" I murmured.
He sighed again, "Miles, we all make choices in life."
My voice began to rise along with my anger. "Really? It doesn't feel like I have a choice right now-"
"You don't," he cut me off in a stern voice.
I slouched against my pillow, defeated, and we sat there in silence before I whispered, "Sorry, Dad."
He gave me a small smile and responded, "It's all good, Miles. Why don't you... go see your uncle?" I quirked an eyebrow at him. He never encourages me to go see Uncle Aaron. He rolled his eyes at me. "I'm serious, Miles and tell him that I say 'Hi' as well."
With that a smile spread across my face as I grabbed my bag and sped out the door. "Okay, see ya Dad."
*******
Currently me and Uncle Aaron are in some old abandoned subway tunnel. Throwing one of my designs up on the wall. I was completely enthralled into my painting, putting every stressful thought, every negative emotion into my art.
Finally I finished and took a few steps back to look at my work. "Is it too crazy?" I asked curiously.
"Nah, man," Uncle Aaron replied, "Miles, I see exactly what you doing here, man."
I looked down at my feet. "I'm just... tired of Dad trying to control my life... Y'know?"
"Yeah, man. Yeah, I've known your Dad for a long time now. All I can really tell you right now, Miles... is you keep going, man." He said.
I gave him a slow, weak nod. The silence was broken by a silent beeping sound. Uncle Aaron took out his phone and looked at the screen. "C'mon, man. I gotta roll," he said casually as he stood up, rolling his shoulders. I stayed behind to take one last picture of the wall we had tagged with a small smile etched onto my face.
As soon as I took the picture a super creepy looking spider crawled up my sleeve onto my hand."How long has that been in there?"
I let out a small gasp as it bit me. It gave me some strange tingly feeling but I just chose to ignore it. I smacked the spider, causing it to fall to the ground. "Miles, let's go," Uncle Aaron hollered from the entrance to the tunnel.
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The next morningI woke up feeling... weird. I felt incredibly nauseous and had a splitting headache "Miles, mi amor, breakfast is ready," mom chirped happily from the kitchen. I groaned lightly and tried to get up but my hand wouldn't come of the wall.
"What the-"
"Miles, hurry up before it gets cold," Mom shouted up the stairs.
"Uh c-coming I'm just... changing my clothes" I called back as I tried to pry my hand off the wall.
My hand finally came off the wall, along with some of the paint and stucco and I fell back with a loud thud. "Miles, you all good up there," Dad sounded.
"Oh, uh, yeah, Dad I just tripped over a uh... thing."
"Yeah, real smooth, Miles," I thought sarcastically.
"Be careful, Miles," Mom said.
"I will, Mami. I'm fine," I responded as I changed out of my pajamas and into my favorite hoodie and shorts. I raced out of my room and closed the door behind me, but was quickly yanked back causing me to fall to the ground. I looked back to see what kept me in place and saw my hand stuck to the door knob.
"You've gotta be kidding me."
I tugged on my hand relentlessly until it was freed. Which also sent the doorknob flying across the hall.
"What is going on?"
I scurried down to the kitchen to eat my breakfast. Which was of course... cold.
"Just Great."
"I told you," mom scolded me. I just sighed and sat down with my plate and fork as I began to eat my cold eggs.
"Today's gonna be a long day."
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So I just decided to write this story for fun. I loved the spider-verse movie and wanted to write the things I wish had happened in the movie. I mean I'm not that great of a writer, but I hope whoever reads this likes it.Anyways the next few chapters will introduce Peter Parker and show how I think he'd be as a mentor to Miles.
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