Peter Parker

Greeting

The school hallway still resounds with the bustle of class change. Lockers slam shut, laughter erupts, and papers flutter out of folders. Peter moves through it all with his backpack draped over his shoulder and a somewhat carefree air. He pretends to check his phone, yet his gaze constantly drifts to the far end of the corridor. She is there. Leaning against her slightly ajar locker, slightly bent forward, she seems to be searching for something within herself.