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.


26. Sunday

It's Sunday now.  The day after the night of Homecoming.  My mind is reeling with events and questions and new revelations that only bring more questions.  When it's evening, I tell my mom I'm going for a walk and end up going for a swing.  I've repeated the story of what happened last night about a million times to fill the rest of my friends in.  But it all feels just like a dream.

After swinging around the city for a while, I end up on the roof of the bank where I'd stopped a crime the night before, now completely alone.  The door has been fixed already, as though nothing has happened, which only makes it feel less real.

And here I am, standing atop the tallest building in the city.  The people down below are busy with their lives--oblivious to the fact that I’ve been hurt, I’ve been deceived, and I’ve been used.  I know it’s only going to get worse, and I just want a solution.

It seems like months since the last time I was up here, alongside the boy I may never see again.  But that was just yesterday; not even 24 hours ago.  Funny how minutes turn to days, days to years.  What happened yesterday seems like a thing of the distant past.  But now, here I am, nearly 100 feet in the air.  I’m just standing here, wishing I could change events, knowing that it’s painfully out of my control.  I don't know how I can handle this.  I wish I knew what to do.  I just want it to all go away, but I know that won't happen.

I hear the wind, almost leading me on.  Jump, jump.  My toes get closer to the edge, the wind gently guiding me to what would most certainly be death below.  But I know what I have to do.  I close my eyes, listening to the sounds of the street below.  I lean forward, feeling the breeze on my face.  I feel the building let go of my feet, and I’m falling, flying, free.

Free for a few precious moments.  Free from the questions, free from the doubts.  And free from the answers, the truth I haven't learned, yet.  I'm just free-falling--free, and falling.  Then I open my eyes, catch myself on a web, and swing myself home.  And I can't help but think, maybe spiders aren't so bad after all.



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