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.


6. Costume

The next few days, I practiced web-shooting and wall-crawling on my own.  I almost forgot about homework most of the time, so I was up late finishing assignments nearly every night.  I did get much better at aiming, though.  I also discovered that I was much stronger than I used to be.  (Either that, or the knob on my bedroom door had gotten really, really old… and my lamp… and a butter knife… and a plate.)

And something else.  One time, when I was practicing with webs, I flung an object towards me and almost hit myself in the head.  BUT, when it was just inches from my face, time seemed to slow down and I was able to dodge it easily.  It’s hard to explain, but it was the coolest thing ever!  I wondered how that related to real spiders, then I figured it must have something to do with their quick reflexes.

So; super strong, super fast, spider reflexes… my life was turned upside-down.  Sometimes literally--like when I “hung out” on the ceiling.

Another thing that I discovered was that my webs dissolved and completely disappeared after about an hour or two of exposure to the atmosphere.  Not like real spider webs (as far as I know), but it helped a lot with the clean-up, and to avoid any unwanted questions from my mom.

Speaking of my mom, she surprisingly didn’t have much to say about my hair.  When she saw me, she simply said, “What’d you do to your hair?”

“Um… I bleached it?”  It sounded more like a question than an answer.

“Oh.  Well, okay,” she said.  And that was it.  I wasn’t used to keeping secrets from my mom, so I was grateful to have the conversation so brief.  Then again, she never was much of a talker, and neither was I for the most part.  I do come up with some witty remarks sometimes, though.  She always said I got that from my dad.

Oh, you’re probably wondering where my dad is.  Well, he was a doctor at the same hospital where my mom worked.  They got married about two years after they met.  One year after that, I was born.  The night of my birth, Dad was driving home from the hospital to get some things for my mom and me.  The police called the hospital and the doctors told my mom there had been an accident.

“Dead on-scene,” the paramedics had said.  My mom was strong for me.  Although, she did tell me that when I cried, she cried.  I imagine that was a lot considering I was a new-born at the time.  She had help and support form friends and colleagues.  And my grandma--she was widowed shortly after having her ninth child.  I really look up to her knowing she raised so many kids practically alone, and then helped my mom with me after losing my dad--her son-in-law.

So, I never met my father, but I feel like I know him because my mom always told me that he was a good doctor, but he was a great man.  And, just like me, an only child.  Also, his step-mom was Latino, which is how I got my first name.  (Just in case you were wondering why a blonde girl would have a name like Josephina.)

My mom never re-married.  She went on a few dates here and there, but never anything serious.  My whole life it’s just been her and me, which is the way I like it.

Monday, at lunch, Tyler asked what ideas I had for a costume.

“What costume?” Colleen mocked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, feigning ignorance.

“Aw, c’mon.  You’ve gotta have a costume!”

“Yeah, Jo.  Costumes and superheroes go hand-in-hand.  Plus, you’ve gotta protect your secret identity,” said Kyle.

“What secret identity?  I am NOT a superhero!  How many times am I going to have to tell you guys?”

“Maybe about a million more,” Kyle said.  “At least for Tyler.”

“Agreed,” said Tyler.

By now, Sammi was starting to get into it.  “If you can come up with a design you like, I’d be happy to help with the sewing,” she said.

“Really, Sammi?  You, too?” Colleen said.

“I give up,” I said.  I was tired of fighting them on this.  “You guys do whatever you want.”  After I said this, I heard a collective “Yes!” from my friends.  “But I’m not wearing a mask.”  The bell rang.  “And no capes!”  I said, as we all stood up to go to class.

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