Teen-Age Spider-Girl Part 1

Josephina Johnson was an average High School student. She was one of the unnoticed kids with an knack for staying in the shadows. But that's all about to change her Senior Year when she finds herself with unnatural powers like sticking to walls and shooting webs. Can she manage to keep her status as the quiet girl, but get the boy of her dreams to take her to Homecoming, all while battling a chain of bank robberies led by someone she may or may not know? Join Josephina and her friends in their quest to find answers.


22. Back at School

Friday morning, Pat came to my room around six-thirty to check my blood-pressure and asked, “How’re you feeling?”

“So much better,”  I told her.

“You think you can make it through school today?”


“Okay.  Your mom’s here to take you home to get your things.  She brought some clothes for you to change first,”  she said, handing me a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.  I got up and she showed me how to bandage my arm, now separate from my torso.  “Your mom know how to do this, so if you forget you can ask her for help.”

“Okay, thanks, Pat.”

We got home just in time for me to unwrap my arm, take a quick shower, wrap it back up and get dressed again.  Grandma was staying with us for now and she’d made some blueberry pancakes while my mom came to get me.  I ate breakfast with my two favorite women in the world just before grabbing my backpack and heading to school.

Kyle was waiting in the photography classroom when I got there.  “Hey, you made it!”  He said enthusiastically.

“Actually, I’m just a ghost come to tell you that I died.”  I loved making my friends laugh.  “So, what did I miss?”

“We learned how to photoshop faces to look younger.  Maybe I can show you after we get our ‘Photo Friday’ assignment done.”

“Okay, cool,”  I said.  We did our bell-work and got our assignment from the teacher before heading out to take pictures.  I partnered up with Kyle like usual and we wandered around the school, snapping a photo here and there as we went.  I saw a spider crawl across the floor and something I’d been wondering about resurfaced in my thoughts.  “Hey, you know that book you read on Spiders?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Did it say anything about them healing quickly?”

We stopped walking and Kyle glanced at my bandaged arm.  “No, it didn’t--I’ve been wondering about that, too.”

“Well, if it’s not the spider in me, then what is it that helped my arm heal?”

“I don’t know.  It probably is the spider in you--I mean, we don’t know what kind of spider it was that bit you.  And most spider-bites don’t give the victim super powers.”

“True,”  I said, tilting my head to one side.  I considered all the factors.  “It might even be the combination of spider and human.”

“Yeah.  That makes sense.  Kind of.”

“Yeah, kind of,”  I said as we started walking again.

“Hey, go lean against the wall and I’ll take a picture of you.”  I did as he said and we continued with our assignment.

After lunch, Sammi and I walked to AP Lit together.  When we entered the room, Pete said his usual hello’s then stopped, staring at my arm.  “Pete?”  I said.

“Um,”  he stumbled.  “Is your arm okay?”

“Almost.”  He looked stunned.  “Are you okay?”  I asked.

“Yeah, I just…  I just don’t like blood.”

I looked down and noticed that the white bandage was how a pinkish-red.  “Sorry.”  I dug inside my backpack for some extra gauze and wrapped over the stained cloth.  “Better?”


“Oh!  Sammi said you had something to tell me.”

The bell rang for class to start.  “After class,”  he told me.

“Okay.”  All through the lecture and the discussions and the reading, I wondered what was so important that he wanted to tell me himself, but not so urgent that he had to tell me right away.  A million things ran through my mind.  Maybe he wanted to tell me about the schedule for our date tomorrow.  Perhaps he couldn't arrange for a limo... I didn't care about that--it was only Homecoming, not Prom.  Or, maybe something came up and he couldn’t make it.  I hoped that wasn’t the case, but when class was over, I found out that it was.

“Wait, so you’re cancelling on her the day before Homecoming?”  Sammi was mad.

“Yes.  I’m really sorry, but it’s a family emergency.”

“Family emergency my--”

“Sammi!”  I stopped her.  “Can Pete just talk to me for a second?”  She glared at him, but didn’t say another word.  I turned back to Pete.  “It’s okay.  If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past week, it’s about family emergencies.”

He looked at me for a second then said,  “Thank you for understanding.  I really am sorry.  I’ll have to make it up to you.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“Okay.”  He smiled a sympathetic smile before heading to his next class.

“You’re just gonna let him do that?”

“Sammi, he said he had a family emergency.  And there’s no reason to think that he’s lying about that.”

“And you’re okay with it?”

“Yeah,  I’m okay with it.”  I paused.  “But I won’t say it doesn’t hurt.  I mean, I’m not mad at him, just disappointed that I won’t get to go to Homecoming.  That’s all.”

Sammi sighed.  “Okay.  We’d better get to class.”

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