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.


13. In the News

The next week went by far too slowly.  That’s not to say it was uneventful--there was a lot going on.  It just seemed to take forever when I had the dance to look forward to.  Tuesday morning, I woke up to a phone call from Tyler.

“Hey, are you awake?”

“No.”  I hung up the phone and rolled over in my bed.  A few short seconds later, it rang again.  “What?” I mumbled into the receiver.

“You’ve gotta get up--there’s a crime going on downtown.”

“Are you insane?!  It’s two in the morning--have you been up all night with that thing?”

“Maybe… listen, it’s another bank robbery.  There was one on Saturday, too, and when you were shopping with your mom on Friday.  Police think it’s a chain--like they’re all connected somehow.”

“The one that got away,” I whispered.

“Exactly.  Only, there’s more than just one guy on these, of course.  I mean, it’d be really hard to rob an entire bank all by yourself.  Probably a big organization.”

“Well, the police already know about it--I’m sure they can handle this one.  Now, can I go back to sleep?”

“I guess, but just think about how you could’ve done something,” Tyler warned.

“Whatever.  Goodbye.”  I hung up again and dug my face into my pillow, falling straight to sleep.

In the morning (at a more reasonable time), I got up to get ready for school.  When I came into the kitchen, my mom was making pancakes and eggs.  The TV was on and the news reporters were talking about the bank robberies and some “crazy vigilante in black”.  Interested, I began to watch as the anchors told the story.

“Thursday evening began the chain of bank robberies.  Suspects caught were shouting about a mysterious figure in all black that stopped their escape van single-handedly.”

“I’m wondering if it was a single hand or eight?”

“You know, that’s a good question, Bob.  Police said they found the suspects stuck to the van with a material that could only be described as giant spider webs.”

“Yeah, they’re calling him the ‘spider crime-fighter’.”

I laughed.  That’s what they came up with?  The news anchor seemed to agree with me.

“Oooh.  Let’s hope for his sake, they come up with something better than that.”

“Personally, I like ‘the Spider-man’.  That’s another one that I’ve heard on the street.”

“I am not a guy,” I said softly to myself.

“What’s that, Jo?” my mother asked.

“Nothing,” I told her, and kept watching.

“Back to the bank robberies.  Police said there was one suspect on Thursday that managed to escape, leading them to believe that the robberies on Friday, Saturday, and this morning around two a.m. are linked.”

“The question people are asking now is, who is this masked vigilante, and where is he now?”

“That’s what I’d like to know.”

“Now to Shawn for the weather report…”

I stopped listening and put some pancakes on my plate.  Curious, I asked my mom, “What do you think of the ‘Spider crime-fighter’ or whatever they’re calling him?”

“I think the whole thing is crazy.  I mean to think that a person could’ve single-handedly stopped a van and gotten the better of four fully-grown men--who had guns, probably.  And then they were stuck to their own van with spider webs?  It’s probably some stunt to get attention.  It’s just insane.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, at first.”

“But now?”


“You said that’s what you thought ‘at first’.”

“Oh!  Uh… I just meant that’s what I thought.”


They lying was getting easier…

Right after getting to school, I got a text from Tyler about another bank robbery.  I called him.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Another one?!  Now?”

“Look who’s not saying hi, now.”


“Yeah, it’s the bank on fifth avenue.”

“Geeze, how many banks are in this city?”

“20, I think, but you’d better get there fast.”

“I can’t miss school.”

“What class do you have?”


“You can make it up.”

I was torn.  I really wanted to stop another bank robbery, but I wasn’t one to play hooky.  Finally, I just said, “My mom’s gonna freak,” as I hung up the phone, not even bothering to say goodbye.   I hurried into the bathroom and slipped into one of the stalls.  I pulled my suit out of my backpack and quickly changed.  Sammi had finally finished putting the design on it--white silky strings to resemble webbing with a big red spider shape on the front and a smaller white spider shape on the back.

After the bell rang and I was sure no one else was in the bathroom, I stepped out of the stall and looked in the mirror.  It was weird seeing myself like this.  I pulled my hair back and put the hood on over my face, sticking it in place with the Velcro on the collar.  Sammi had cut eye-holes out of the black material and added white spandex in the shape of a half-heart to make the eyes.  It was decidedly better than having no face.

I grabbed my backpack with my normal clothes in it and climbed up the bathroom wall to the vent near the ceiling.  I opened it and crawled inside, replacing the cover behind me.

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