(Y/n) - your name
(F/c)- favorite color
(H/l)- hair length
(H/c)- hair color
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**Peter's POV**

    I got to school and went to my first period. (y/n) wasn't there. I could here Vanessa and her posse talking to each other. "Look the loser isn't here." Vanessa said. "She probably died." One girl said. "It's for the best. No one cares about her anyway." Vanessa said and the rest of the girls snickered. 'I care about her.' I say to myself in my head.

**Time Skip**

    I haven't seen (y/n) all day and I'm starting to get worried. I came home and saw Aunt May in the kitchen making dinner. "Hey Aunt May. Do you know where (y/n) is. She wasn't at school today."  "I'm sorry Peter, but I haven't heard from her." She told me. I nodded. Then I saw a look on May's face that said that she wasn't telling me something. "Aunt May are you sure?" I ask her. "Yes Peter I'm sure. Now could you set the table." She said. She didn't sound so sure and she tried to change the table. I nod and start setting the table. "Are you not telling me something?" I ask her. She sighs and puts down the dinner ingredients. "Peter it's not really my place to tell you. She will tell you when she is ready." She tells me. "Why can't you tell me and what is it you can't tell me?" I ask. "Peter. I.. I can't tell you. I would if I could, but I can't. I'm sorry." She says. I sigh in frustration.

    After dinner I went up to my room and looked up the orphanage's in New York. There was one nearby and a couple in other cities. I looked up the children in the orphanage. It's name was 'Ms. Daniels Orphanage for Girls.' I looked at the list that only had about 6 girls. Finally I found (y/n)'s name. I got into my spiderman outfit and swung my way over. I silently landed on the roof. I started looking into windows. That may sound bad but right now I just wanted to find out if my friend was ok. I went to the last room and looked in. It was a bland bedroom that had a Twin size bed, a first aid kit hanging on the wall, a dresser, grey walls, and gross wood flooring. Then the door to that room opened. I ducked down so I couldn't be seen. I looked back in to see a girl wearing a gray and white sweater, jeans, and vans. I could only see the back of her. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair. I could see her wrists. They were bruised and scarred. She turned and sat on her bed. I gasped when I saw it was (y/n). She took a picture out from underneath her pillow. I saw the picture and saw a woman, and man and a little girl. They all looked pretty happy and had smiles plastered on their faces. (y/n) started crying. She wiped away some of her tears. And placed the frame where it was earlier. She lied down on her bed and turned off the light. She soon fell asleep. I backed away from the window. What were those scars from? What caused her not to come to school? I had so many questions flowing through my head. I went back to my house and changed out of my spiderman suit. I laid on my bed. Soon sleep took over me.

**(Y/n)'s POV**

That night I came back to my room and I immediately felt like I was being watched but I ignored. I sat on my bed and took out a picture from underneath my pillow. In the picture was a women, man and a little girl. This was my family before the accident. Both my parents could make portals like me. We were so happy. I remember when the picture was taken. A week late my parents were killed in a car accident and I was taken to this prison. "I miss you." I mumbled. From today it had been 10 years since the accident. I'm seventeen now. I started crying. I put the frame back and I went to sleep.