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Peter's POV:
" Fucking Flash. For once can he just let me eat my lunch?? One time. I just want to eat my sandwich in peace but no. Now I'm hungry and angry and I have a geography test. Fucking geography. I hate geography and all its fucking maps and shit. "
"Peter, you didn't sleep last night, did you?"
"Shut up Ned... Why do you have to be so right? Fuck I need pop tarts"
"Don't we all"
"I really need pop tarts Ned"
" Peter, you sound high"
"I'm not high, I'm Abraham Lincoln"
" Ok that's it. I'm calling your father and you are going home to sleep"
" pop tarts Ned I need pop tarts "
"Yeah yeah sure"
Ned took out his phone and started dialing dad's number. My head was slumped into the table in the cafeteria as MJ prodded my face.
"Is he gonna be ok?" Came MJ
" God knows"
"Hi, Mr Stark? Yeah it's Ned. No everything is ok. Yeah about that... No Peter isn't dead... Yeah no, Peter just needs you to pick him up... No, no need to worry, he's just a little sleep deprived.. Yeah, yeah... Ok then, see you soon Mr Stark."
" Is he coming" questioned MJ
"Yeah he said he's on his wa-"
All of a sudden my dad smashed through the ceiling in full armour.
"PETER BENJAMIN STARK! WHY IN THOR'S NAME DIDN'T YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT?!"
" We ran out of pop tarts"
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End.
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