I don't know how but... Aced it!

I was staring at my test, it had only been a day since I'd taken it, it had felt a LOT easier than I'd expected it to be. Studying had become easier for me, learning seemed to be coming to me faster than it ever had before. I don't understand how or what had caused it, but I wasn't about to refuse. I received a message explaining I'd won a scholarship, that I would even be provided a place to stay to lesson my bills. It took only a little while to gather what was important to me for the trip, a day later and I was mostly moved in to a new apartment. I took care of the normal things that I needed to get of course, clothes, food and other necessities before finally starting at a new school. Things might have been happening fast but thankfully things seemed to be going good for me for once.

End of the first week of my new school? I was feeling like I FUCKING JINXED MYSELF! Between my almost constant studying to keep up, other students either laughing, mocking or jocks messing with me I was starting to have serious doubts with the new school. I mean the teachers paid way more attention to the students, helped stop bullying at nearly every turn. I met a few other students, even made a friend or two. I decided to spend as much time studying as I could, at this point the words "I wish I was smarter" were becoming a studying mantra, while I was going through headaches I took medicine to try and fight back against it, sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Over the weekend one of my friends had wanted to hang out, even going far enough to invite other friends of theirs.

Jokes were made, fun was had, games were played. During it all I noticed a weird feeling when I had said "I wish!" to something a friend had suggested, they had suggested that it would be amazing to meet one of the local heroines or even get saved by them. I put off the feeling though, thinking that it was just something strange going on with my stomach perhaps. I left to head back to my apartment and found myself less than 5 minutes from my place getting pinned up against a wall in an alley with a gun in my face. The guy was hiding his face but he wanted my money, clicked the safety off and put the barrel against my knee. What I could only describe as an evil chuckle coming from his mouth as he threatened to cripple me if I didn't give him what I had. I tried pointing out that I was just a student, that I didn't have much of anything, it seemed to just piss him off though.

He moved the barrel up to my head instead, right against my forehead as his finger moved to the trigger. I closed my eyes and started to reach for my wallet, until I heard a strange sound and felt the gun's pressure vanish. Opening my eyes I saw the thug now attached to the wall opposite me, covered in webbing. It was Spider-man! He gave a wave and asked me if I was okay, I thanked him and reminded me to be more careful before heading off. I headed home having trouble believing I'd been able to speak to Spider-man, it had to be a coincidence that I'd wished for it earlier right?

...Right?