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.


4. Friends Find Out

My mom was working late at the hospital that night.  In a way I was glad because I didn’t want to tell her about the strange stickiness of my hands.  I didn’t want to believe it myself, whatever it was.  However, I decided to research different types of spiders because it crossed my mind that my potential bite may have something to do with it.  It seemed unlikely at first, but then I thought of how spiders stick to walls and how my hand stuck to my phone.

I started by looking at different bites, but didn’t find anything like the way it was covered in webs.  I couldn’t find anything other than what to do if you’re bitten by a black widow, or a brown recluse, and I didn’t have any of the right symptoms for that.

Around 4pm I was interrupted by my five friends showing up at my door to see how I was.  I told them I was feeling better.  Trish, always annoyingly caring, insisted that the five of them stay and make dinner for me.

“That’s really NOT necessary, Trish.”

“Oh, shut up.  It gives us an excuse to hang out with you anyway.”

I laughed.  My other four friends seemed to only be there ‘cause Trish dragged them to her car.  Despite that, Colleen and Sammi helped Trish make some Chicken Alfredo while Kyle and Tyler just stood in the kitchen, trying to look helpful.

“So, are you sure you’re feeling better?” Kyle asked.  “I mean, it’s just that you looked really, really sick.”

“I don’t know.  I just started feeling better after getting some sleep.”  I thought about telling them what happened to me, about my nightmare, but Sammi started talking, interrupting my train of thought.

“You know, Pete asked about you in AP Lit.”  Pete.  The boy who won the science fair every year, the boy who was reigning champion in all the scholastic decathlons.  The boy with hair and eyes the same color of the chocolate a girl dreams in.  The boy I’d had a crush on since Sophomore year.  “He says he hopes you feel better.”

We don’t have any secrets in our group of friends--every one of them knew I was crushing on Pete--which is why I didn’t hesitate to say, “Well?  What else did he say about me?  Did he really say that?  Wait--what did you say?”

“Calm down, Jo,”  Colleen said, giggling.  At this point, Kyle and Tyler had started their own conversation, not really interested in our girl talk.

“He just wondered where you were is all.  I just told him I’d let you know,”  said Sammi.

“But he was thinking about me,” I said with a smile, then sighed, “I hope he asks me to Homecoming.”

At the mention of Homecoming, Colleen got excited.  “Oh, wouldn’t that be perfect?  If you went with Pete and I went with James.  Trish and Sammi already got asked by Brett and Dylan.  Now if Kyle and Tyler would just ask someone, we could all be in the same group!”  When she said their names, Kyle and Tyler stopped talking and looked up saying, “What?”

I told them, “We were just saying you two should ask someone to Homecoming.”

“Nah.  Homecoming’s overrated,” said Tyler.

“And expensive,” from Kyle.  They looked at each other in agreement.  Sammi shook her head.  Trish rolled her eyes.  “Boys,” we all said and, after a second of silence, burst out laughing.

The dinner was delicious.  We talked more about Homecoming and school.  I completely forgot about spiders and sticking to things.  That is, until something weirder happened.

Trish and Sammi were helping me clean up after we ate.  As I put a plate in the dishwasher, I felt it sticking to my finger-tips.  I thought I was lucky to be able to easily pull it off with my other hand.  Then I noticed a thin white string attached to the plate.  It took me a second to realize it was coming out of the center of my palm.  I wanted to scream--and I almost did, but I just said, “What the heck--” and stopped.

Sammi finished for me.  “--Is that?!”

“I don’t know,” I said.  “But if I had to guess, I’d say…”  I hesitated for a second, looking at my friends who were staring at my hand.  I looked down at it, then said, “Webbing.”

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