32: Glowy Thing

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Peter POV:
I quickly grabbed my bag as Aunt May rushes me to go to school. Before I walked out of my room I turned and grabbed the purple glowy thing I had found last night, I then stuffed it in my bag and walked out of my room.
"Peter hurry or you'll miss the train!" May yelled from the kitchen.
"I know, I'm going." I said giving her a hug then walking back out of the kitchen. "Bye May!"
"Bye!" She yelled as I shut the door and walked down the hall. I pulled out my phone opening my texts to Elizabeth. She had texted me about what had happened and I told her I would explain. I began to think about what Mr. Stark has said to me later that night about her then, I placed my phone in my back pocket and as I neared the doors I spotted Elizabeth waiting outside. The soft breeze flowed through her hair as she observed the city around her as if trying to memorize it, I stopped momentarily to look at her, I could feel a smile form on my face. After a moment she turned and looked at me, a small smile spreading on her face, I now continued to walk and go out the doors and down the stairs.
"Hey Elizabeth." I said walking up to her.
"Hey, you ready?" she said still smiling at me, I had almost forgotten about going to school. I nodded and we began to walk. "So, tell me everything,"
As we walked to the train station told her everything that had happened, leaving out what Mr. Stark has told me.
"Wow, these guys are really dangerous, I mean they're selling these dangerous weapons to people, imagine what could happen." She said with a look of worry on her face. We soon got to the train station and got onto the train. Elizabeth sat down, and pulled out a small black notebook and a pen and began to sketch. I held the handle bar and looked down at her drawing, it was a picture of my neighborhood, I thought back to how she studied it as she waited for me and realized why she had been doing that. Her sketch a perfect replica of the neighborhood, I admired her talent and her memory as she began to darken the strokes she had already drawn. Once agin a smile crept on my face as I admired her.

Once she finished her drawing she closed the book and placed it in her backpack, and then turned towards me and smiled

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Once she finished her drawing she closed the book and placed it in her backpack, and then turned towards me and smiled.
After about ten minutes we had arrived at our stop and exited the train. As we walked we talked about Liz's party.
"So what did you think about your first high school party?" I said occasionally turning to look at her then turning and looking ahead.
"I don't know, it was okay. It would've been more fun if you were there for more then five minutes." she said turning and looking at me then look forward again.
"Sorry, I didn't expect to have to deal with anything like that." i said feeing guilty about leaving her. I heard her let out a light laugh.
"No I get it. Really it's fine. Just uh- sometime we gotta go to a party and stay longer and I don't know, actually hang out." I felt her eyes on me and I turned to look at her, I smiled and nodded, a small smile formed on the corner of her lips and she turned and looked forward again. A surge of happiness rushed through me making me have to keep from jumping up and down, instead I smiled to myself and looked around me. As we continued walking I could finally see the school ahead. We then entered through the gate and walked across the football field, as people practiced and talked. Once inside the school we separated to go to our lockers, only to join together again. After a few minutes the bell signaling for the beginning of the day rang.
"Hey I'll see you second period for Shop class?" I asked as she closed her locker.
"Yeah, sounds good. Hey uh- wish me luck I got Flash this period." she said rolling her eyes and giving me a smile then walking to her class. I stood for only a second smiling to myself and then turning around and walking to my class.

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