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Peter Parker, a teenage boy who happens to be Spider-Man, had been keeping his neighborhood safe for the past few years. That's why they call him friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. It was hard doing both school and keeping people safe at once but Peter made it work, sure it was VERY stressful but he was willing to help people in need.
While Peter was at school yesterday they explained that there would be a trip to London. Peter didn't know if he should be excited or not, he always wanted to go to London but who will take care of the neighborhood if he isn't there? But he didn't really have a choice, he had to go to London because an important assignment would be about the trip to London.
A week later Peter was now sitting in the bus to go to London. It was a long trip and Peter couldn't sleep like all the other kids because he was to worried about anything happening to the neighborhood he spend most of his teenage years keeping safe. Peter looked out of the window of the bus. But what he was the complete opossite of what he expected to see, he expected to see a landscape or a road filled with cars but instead he saw something flying that did NOT look like a plain. Peter sat up a bit so he could see better what it was. It was a flying... blue police box? How was that even possible? Peter rubbed his eyes and without even glancing out of the window again he sunk back into his seat. He thought he was probably seeing stuff that weren't there because of the lack of sleep. Or at least he thought. What he didn't know what that it was very much real.
After about half an hour he still couldn't sleep so grabbed his phone out of his backpack that was placed under his seat. While everyone was sleeping Peter played Sonic on his phone. If he couldn't sleep then he'd do something else out of boredom. After all he's still a teenager. And what helps better with boredom than playing some Sonic the hedgehog?
After what felt like hours the bus finally stopped and it was in front of some crappy hotel. Everyone got to their room and so did Peter. He got room number 112, he unpacked his stuff and fell onto the bed his lack of sleep was clearly making him extremely tired now.