The world is spinning. Round and round. Sometimes, I wonder how my feet stay on the ground, how it all doesn't tip over. Sometimes, the world does tip over. But right now, it's spinning normally, the way it's supposed to.

I'm trying to be normal. But everyone's talking, saying nothing. It's a droning buzz, buzz, buzz in my head.

There has to be more than empty people with empty words. I first saw videos of the Spider-Man online. Then he started getting on the news. It didn't take me very long before I was able to find enough information, Spider-Man's identity.

Peter Parker.

I can't decide if he wants to save the world or if he's overcompensating for the guilt he feels.

I don't feel much different from him.

"Peter," Elliot called, standing a few feet from Peter Parker, Spider-Man. It hadn't been hard to track which coffee shop he frequented and what times.