Prologue:
It all started a few days after the trauma.
Ah, yes. The trauma. It was nothing big, and it wasn't really trauma. It was just terrifying for me and for a lot of other people who had been there too. People call it trauma, and I wouldn't be surprised if a lot of people actually considered it trauma. I don't. Just for the record.
You see, it just so happened that a few of my "friends" got trapped in a falling elevator that was miles high from the ground.
Okay, maybe not miles, but it was really high. Death-high.
And, yeah, it was a falling elevator.
Don't worry! No one died! At least, I don't think anyone died...
Anyway, the superhero Spider-Man broke the foot-thick glass and saved them, saving their lives and making me (and probably our teacher) happy. Anyway, that was kind of when it started. Kind of.
But I think it really started a few days later. At the first decathlon meeting after the trauma.
I had been appointed "leader" for reasons...I will never know. Peter Parker, the one that you'll hear a lot about in this… record, was sitting in front of me at our little table. Our teacher, Mr Harrington was just congratulating us on winning the decathlon and, of course, not dying during the process. I was looking at Peter suspiciously (and only suspiciously), and then Peter glanced at me, then at his phone, and stood up abruptly.
What. The. Heck.
"Uh, sorry, I'm have to go--" he said, rushing out.
"Where are you going, Peter?" I asked, maintaining a suspicious look.
He looked nervous, not realizing I was joking around. "I, uh...the, um--the--"
"No, it's fine I don't actually care," I said, laughing.
He laughed nervously and walked to the door.
"Okay, guys, let's do some warmups," I said.
And Peter Parker, who was already at the door, was so clueless that he didn't even notice my eyes following him out the door...
Chapter One:
"What are you guys doing?"
Peter and Ned jumped, and Peter covered up the notebook in front of him.
I frowned. "You guys discussing the science trip?"
"Yeah, and Peter's 'plan,'" Ned said casually.
I raised an eyebrow. "You have...a plan?"
Peter shot Ned a look and then turned to me. "Uh, yeah, um--"
"What's your 'plan?'"
"He's going to collect tiny spoons while we're in Europe," Ned explained casually.
"Tiny spoons?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Like...a grandmother?"
"No, no, I'm not collecting tiny spoons. He's collecting tiny spoons," Peter said, pointing to Ned nervously.
"Uh, okaaaay," I said, inching away. "You guys have fun with that. The trip will be fun."
I walked away, not really knowing why, as I probably had nothing else to do. I had no friends, social life, or romantic life. I spend most of my time in detention, so dunno how that happened. I'm never in trouble, but I just like it in there. The quiet helps.
At this point in the story, I would like to explain something you may have been wondering from the beginning. My name is Michelle Jones, or MJ, and this is an account of how I figured out what Spider-Man's identity was, and my travels through future relationships with his "other self."
