A digital alarm clock blares, tugging at James's consciousness. He rolls over uncomfortably, his blue covers twisting and pulling around his sprawled 5’4 body. He groans at the sound of the pulsating alarm, letting out a drawn out snore and staying put in his warm bed.

*The alarm continues to go off as his body is jolted and a weight plants itself on him from above, a jolt of pain shoots up his arm from the nasty bruise he received from a not so happy Tracksuit thug. James feels his head reel and he squeezes his eyes shut just as he's smacked by a firm pillow to his youthful 14 year old face, “Wake up, idiot!! We're late for school!”

He peeks through one of his sectoral heterochromia chocolate brown into sapphire blue eyes and sits up, seeing his older sister.

His messy, dawn lit-movie and science poster plastered-room fills with a horse dramatic groan from his throat as he rips his drool-covered pillow out of her hand, using a bit of his super strength to match hers. His brown wavy hair is a ratted mess from a long night of restlessness and he frowns at her disapprovingly.

“Mayday, can't you wake me up like a normal person?”

Mayday:“Heck no! And you know very well that we aren't normal. We're the kids of Spider-Man, dude!” She jumps off the bed, pulling off his blanket then running away with it with a mischievous giggle.

He groans again, his lean form plopping back onto the twin bed in frustration and he runs his hands down his face.

“You're ridiculous!” He knows she isn't in the room anymore, but saying it helped him feel validated for feeling annoyed that he only got 4 hours of sleep.

The science loving Midtown High School Of Science And Technology student gets up and shuffles to his messy closet. He glances at the plaid shirts, punny nerd shirts, and hoodies before pulling out a blue hoodie with a dinosaur skeleton and “Paleontologists dig dinosaurs” in white lettering.

James throws on a black dad joke shirt and the hoodie before taking off his plaid pj pants and replacing them with navy blue jeans, which he cuffs at the bottom.

He catches a glance of himself in his full length mirror and scrunches his nose.

‘Hoo-boy, if I wasn't going to high school, I could star as a zombie in the next Walking Dead season, no makeup required.’

James runs his fingers through his hair, and quickly brushes it before he yoinks his blue and brown backpack from off his desk chair. Then he sniffs the dirty spandex. The smell making him grimace. He hasn't had time to do his laundry with all the Spidering he's done lately. James shoves his red, black, and blue Spider-Man suit with a large silver spider on the black chest in it.

He grabs his upgraded black web shooters he had tinkered and fixed the night before, complete with more web cartridges and puts them on with a click. He covers them with his blue hoodie sleeves knowing he might need them if he doesn't catch the bus in time.

He runs out of his room, down the hall and he descends the stairs, leaping the last 5 steps and landing on the wooden floor, almost slipping on his socks, making a skidding noise.

“Huhaahh!”

James catches himself and rushes to the shoe rack. The kid plucks up his off brand red and black Niké Air Jordans on the way out the door, going out with them in his arms, his used backpack slung over his uninjured shoulder.

Their ombre blue and violet haired mother, Ozzy Parker, calls to the teens, “Don't forget your lunch!”

James opens the door and uses his web shooters to grab his brown paper lunch bag from her hands Thanks mom! He closes the door, wishing she packed some dino nuggets or Takis.

Ozzy:You're welcome? She rolls her eyes and smiles before returning to cleaning.

They both run to the bus stop and barely make it onto the bus. James sighs in relief and prays that Gavin Bradley won't bully him today.