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.


3. Bite

I slept in that morning.  When I woke up, I had an itchy and slightly painful bump on my neck.  After getting up and looking in the mirror, I realized it was probably a bite.  Shuddering, I hoped it wasn’t a spider bite.  I didn’t like the thought of eight-legged arachnids crawling on my skin as I slept.  A cold shiver ran down my spine as the image crossed my mind.

Since I was late waking up, I hurried to shower, get dressed, and be ready for school.  At breakfast, I asked my mom--the nurse--about the bump on my neck.

“I can’t be sure if it’s a bite, but it doesn’t look too bad.  Does it hurt?”

“A little, but not very much.”

“Well, tell me if it gets any worse.  If you start getting cold chills or feel feverish, then we need to worry about it.”

I hoped it would just go away.

At school, I waved to my friend, Kyle in first period and sat down next to him.

“So, did you get the photos for  the assignment, yet?” he asked me.

“Yep.  I went out and got them yesterday.”

Our teacher put up the bell work on the board and we began doing our photo critiques.  I tried to focus on my screen and the words I was typing, but then my vision started going fuzzy.  I rubbed my eyes and shook my head thinking that would help, but it didn’t.  After a while I started feeling clammy and feverish.  I wanted to hold out ‘til at least the end of class, but Kyle noticed that I didn’t look well.

“Hey, are you alright?”

I hesitated, not sure if I should lie or not.  “Uh… no, I don’t think I am.”  I stood up and slung my backpack over my shoulder.  “Tell Mr. Ferrin I went home if he asks.”
“Okay.  Hey, Jo.”  I turned to look at him and nearly passed out in the process.  “Get better, okay?”

I smiled and gave a slight nod. “Okay.  Thanks.”

In the car, I started feeling sick to my stomach.  When I got home, I was so out of it I didn’t even think to call my mom.  I caught a glimpse of my spider bite in my bedroom mirror and suddenly felt like spiders were crawling all over me.  I looked down, almost surprised to see that there weren’t any spiders, but my skin still felt crawly.

I laid in bed.  My stomach felt like there was something inside of it, trying to get out.  At first I didn’t realize that my room had gone completely black, despite the fact that it was nearly ten in the morning.  My sides felt like they were being torn open and I looked down to see that I was growing two more pairs of arms.  I felt myself screaming, but didn’t hear it.  In fact, my mouth was changing--morphing into something else.  And what was happening to my vision?  I lifted a hand to my eyes and felt that there was now eight of them.  Again, I tried screaming, tried tearing the extra eyeballs off of my face.  Then suddenly I was falling.

The next thing I saw was my bedroom floor as I was suspended off the side of my bed.  The lighting in my room was back to normal.  I looked at the clock; it had been a couple of hours.  I pulled myself out of bed and looked in the mirror.  Relief washed over me as I noticed I only had four limbs, two eyes, and one perfectly human mouth.  But something still seemed… different.  Somehow, my hair looked lighter--almost white, but I thought it was probably just the lighting.  I looked at the bump on my neck.  It was covered in a thin, sticky, stringy, white material--like webbing.  Another shudder ran through my body at the thought of spiders.  Was one trying to make a home on my neck?  That didn’t make sense; spiders don’t do that.  I tried to shake the image away because I didn’t want to think about spiders.  Besides, I had had enough of them for one day.

Back at school, it would be about the beginning of third period.  I imagined my friends wondering where I was at lunch.  I looked at my phone and sure enough, I got a couple of missed calls and a text from my friend, Trish.  I texted her back to let her know why I wasn’t at school so she wouldn’t worry too much.  Trish is funny that way.  If someone in our little “clique” isn’t at school or something, she has to know why.

I tossed my phone on my bed.  Well, I tried to, but when I let go, the phone didn’t leave my hand.  I turned my hand upside-down and shook it.  When I stopped, the phone finally fell to the floor.  “That was weird,” I said aloud, as I picked my phone up off the floor and tossed it on my bed.

Feeling hungry after missing lunch, I wandered into the kitchen to find something to eat.  I opened the fridge and pulled out some leftover chicken for a sandwich.  When I closed the fridge, the handle stuck to my hand.  I attempted to put the chicken container on the counter so I could pull my hand from the fridge, but it was also stuck to my hand.  “What the heck?”  When I finally managed to get my hand free of the fridge and leave the container on the counter, I stepped away from everything with my hands in the air as if surrendering, not wanting to touch anything.  “Okay, what is going on?”  I looked at my hands.  “This day just keeps getting weirder.”

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