Peter had spent the past day devoted to moping. He figured it would be best to get all of it out as quickly as possible and as privately as he could. Sure, it was much easier for him to meet friends at this school than it was Midtown, but that didn't mean he wanted everyone to see him depressed.
He was feeling a bit better today, so he thought back to
a bet he had made. He began to write an e-mail.
TO: mjwat90@marvel.com
FROM: peter.parker@fandomhigh.edu
SUBJECT: The New School
Mary Jane,
Okay, this place is crazy. Even crazier than Norman Osborn and he's a giant, green, fiery ball of crazy. But it is kind of fun. Last week people thought they were the Brady Bunch. And my journalism teacher is a crazy witch. That's not calling her names. Well, the crazy part is a name, but she's actually a witch. Like, magic.
Oh, also, I had to tell you this: one of the girls here has a vampire puppy. He's cute and not a monster or anything. He's friends with a normal dog that an undead student has. And another girl's talking cat hates both of the dogs because - and I quote - "they think he's a chew toy."
I'm not making this up.
So how's life at Midtown? Any Spidey-type issues since I came out here?
-P
Peter figured it was smart not to mention his break-up with Kitty yet. He didn't want to give Mary any ideas. She still made bad choices in regards to not almost getting killed and he wasn't prepared to deal with that. So the bachelor life it was... Wow. That would be tons of fun. Really.