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.

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17. Flames

There were flames everywhere I looked.  I was only acutely aware of the burning sensation all over my body.  I listened for any sounds--any indication at all that there was life nearby.

A feeble “help” caught my attention.

“Where are you?” I shouted over the roar of the fire.  No response.  Quickly, I moved through the burning rubble, checking everywhere a person could possibly be hidden.  Finally, I found a woman, unconscious, lying in the fetal position in a bathtub, fully-clothed.  One look at her round belly and I could tell she was about six months pregnant.  I picked her up as carefully--and quickly--as I could.  As I turned to the window to get her out of there, I heard a man’s voice.

“Rose?  Are you okay?”

“Sir, where are you?” I called out.

“Over here,” I heard, and turned to see the man lying on the floor, his foot caught under a burning beam.  “Is my wife okay?”

I assumed he was talking about the woman I was currently holding.  “She’s barely breathing,” I told him.

“Okay, get her out of her--I can wait.”

I hesitated, staring at the man while the building fell apart.

“Go!” he shouted.  I hurried to the window, put the woman on my shoulders, and jumped out.

“She’s just unconscious, but barely breathing,” I said, handing the pregnant woman off to a man with an oxygen mask ready.

“Who are you?” one of the firemen asked.

“Someone who can help.”  I shot a web up at the fifth story.  “That’s all that matters,” I said as I flung myself back towards the window.

I managed to get the woman’s husband to safety rather quickly.  I asked the firemen on the ground if there was anyone else inside.

“We don’t think so.  But then, we didn’t even know about the couple you saved.”

I prayed for my grandma’s safety as I scanned the crowd outside the police tape.  I let out a sigh of relief.  There she was--safe and sound.  I wanted to run and hug her, but I knew I couldn’t do that.  Anyway, I felt like a burden had been lifted off of my shoulders.

“Sarah?  Sarah!” a woman was shouting.  “My baby--she must’ve gone back in!”

Just like that, I was back inside the flaming building.

“My dolly!”

“Sarah?  Where are you sweetie?  We need to get out of here, okay?  You understand?”

“No, I need my dolly!”

I found her about to open a door.

“Don’t touch that--the handle’s hot!” I shouted.

She startled and turned around.  “Who are you?”

“I’m someone who can help you.  Now, we need to get out of here--it’s not safe.”

“I want my dolly,” she said softly and started to cry.

I just ran up and grabbed her.  She was kicking and screaming as I ran out of the building.  We got out just before it collapsed.  I put the girl down and she ran to her mother.

The mother hugged and kissed her.  “Sarah!  You’re okay!  What were you thinking?” she said softly.  The she looked up at me with pure gratitude in her eyes.  “Thank you,” she said, and hugged her daughter again.

I just stood there--unable to find any words.  “No biggie” didn’t exactly fit the bill.  But I’ll never forget that look in her eyes.

Just then, my cell phone rang.  I hurried into the air--away from the crowd and pulled it out of the pocket Sammi added for me.  By this time, it was quarter to eight.

“Hello?”

“Hi.”  It was my mom.  She started work at five that morning, so she didn’t even know I’d left the house.  “Jo, you’re not going to school today.”

I stopped on a random rooftop so I could talk more easily.  (It was kind of difficult to do while swinging on webs.)  “Why?  What’s up?”

“I’d rather not tell you over the phone.  Come to the hospital right away.  I’ll tell you when you get here.”

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