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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19. Getting Shot

“Oh, I don’t need one of those things,” Grandma was arguing with Mom.  We were at home now and Mom was trying to convince Grandma to get a cell phone.

“It would make me feel better if you had one.  I’ll even pay for it.”

“Oh, Amy, you don’t need to do that.  I didn’t get out of that fire because of a cell phone.  It was because of a neighbor knocking on my door.”

“But we could’ve called you to know that you were safe.”

“Oh, alright.  But nothing too fancy.  I have to be able to actually use it.”

“Thank you.”  My mother was relieved.

Grandma spent the whole day with us.  My mom took work off and they both worked on my dress for Homecoming.  The end product was dazzling.  It just made me all the more anxious for Saturday to come.  The now-longer skirt flared out when I twirled in it.  I felt so beautiful.

“I bet your father is just smiling down on you from Heaven now,” my mother said.

I smiled at her.  We were quiet for a moment before my grandma said, “How ‘bout some cookies?”

“Yes, let’s make some cookies,” my mom said.

“Not in this,” I said.  “I’m gonna go change.”

“Good idea.”  My mom and her mom started getting flour and sugar out of the cupboards as I went to my room to change.

As soon as I opened the door, my phone rang, as if Tyler had been waiting until I was alone to call me.

“Are you available?”

“You’re actually asking this time?” I asked, amazed.

“I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“Wow.  I do.  I’m actually making cookies with my mom and grandma.”

“Oh!  Is your grandma okay?”

“Yes.  Thank you for asking.  Again.”

“Yeah,  Um, there’s another robbery.  The bank on Hope Street.”

“Aghh!  When are these guys gonna run out of banks to rob?”

“Not for a long time--there’s like 20 banks in this city.”

“Tyler, that was a rhetorical question.”

“...Noted.”

I sighed.  “Well, I’m gonna have to change again and find something to tell my mom and grandma.  Ugh, my costume still smells like smoke.”

I hung up and changed into my suit, putting some other clothes on over it.  I went into the kitchen and said, “Hey, Mom, I just remembered I told Tyler I’d help him with something after school today.  So, I’ve gotta go.”

“Oh, okay.  Have fun.  You’ve got your phone, right?”

“Yep,” I said, patting my pocket.

“Okay, I love you.  See ya later.”
“Okay, love you, too.”  I started to walk out the door.

“When will you be back?”

“Uh, I don’t know.  I’ll call you if it’s after curfew, but I shouldn’t be that late.”

“K, bye.”

“Bye.”  As soon as I was out the door, I was running to my car.  You know, the same routine.

When I landed on the roof of the bank, I quickly realized there was no rooftop entrance.  I crawled down the side of the building.  It was all windows, so I could see in easily.  Unfortunately, they saw me first.

Five guns shot at me at once.  It was all I could do to keep from getting hit.  Suddenly, I was flying through the air in a back-flip off the side of the building.  I shot a web and flung myself through the bullet-holed window, towards the masked men.

Once I was in the room, all the guns were pointed at me.  I put my hands in the air, feigning surrender.

“Okay, guys.  You got me.  But didn’t your parents ever teach you not to play with guns?”  Just then, I grabbed two of the guys’ guns with webs and hit the other two in the face with them.  Once they were all on the floor, I webbed them all together so they couldn’t go anywhere.  I stopped.  “Wait.  Weren’t there five of y--ahh!”

At first, I didn’t feel the bullet, but after a couple of seconds, the pain in my left arm was excruciating.

“C’mon, let’s get outta here.”  The voice again.  I could only lay on the floor and watch as he freed his friends.

“No!  Stop!” was my feeble attempt to stop them as they ran out the door.  I shot a web, but missed by a long shot.  My senses were all off, but I heard them talking as the left.

“You should’ve killed him!”

“Her.”

“IT.  In fact, maybe I’ll go back and finish the job.”

“No, we got what we came here for.  Let’s just go.  The police are coming.”

“Aghh!  Fine!”

I had to get out of there.  I forced myself up from the floor and ran towards the window I had broken through earlier.  I more fell out than jumped out, but somehow I managed to get myself to another rooftop where I made a bandage and sling out of webs for my arm.  And then I just sat there for a few minutes, taking deep breaths.  The pain hadn’t really diminished.  In fact, I thought it had gotten worse.

But in my mind was nagging the question that, before my new-found abilities, I would’ve never thought about.  The question that I now wondered if I would ever stop asking myself.

What was I going to tell my mom?

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