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I’ve been sent out of my room.
I’ve never heard of anyone being sent out of his or her room.
I’ve been sent to my room plenty of times, but never out of it.
Ten minuets later I’m standing in the kitchen in my boxer shorts and T-shirt just incase Aunt May gets home early. That would be a real topper to this up-and-down day, getting caught naked in the kitchen.
After a minuet to collect myself I’d realized what happened. Gwen lied. She was a virgin.
Well Gwen didn’t lie per se… Mary Jane thought she was experienced, but Gwen had never denied it. She lied by omission, but why? What made her feel like she had to do that? If she lied about a little thing like that what else had she…
I take two steps up the wall and look over top of the fridge. There it was. Aunt May’s cookie tin. My hand shakes a little as I take the bright red tin down from its perch. I hold my breath as I open the lid. Inside are a collection of coupons, and envelope with eighty bucks in cash, and a memorial pamphlet from my parent’s funeral. Tentatively I sniff the air inside it. I smell nothing that resembles the smell of marijuana.
I can’t help but feel a little angry. She lied about being a virgin and about Aunt May smoking pot. Is nothing sacred where Gwen Stacy is co...