Teen-Age Spider-Girl Part 2

Part 2 of the Teen-Age Spider-Girl book!
" 'Is that real?'
It sounds like a silly question, but at the same time, the most logical. Maybe I'm dreaming, perhaps hallucinating. Anything makes more sense than the possibility that whatever it is that's standing before me can even exist.
And the person standing next to me can be alive."

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4. Snapshots

"This is it?  You didn't get any evid-- uh, pictures of the Spider-Girl!?"

"She wasn't there," I say with a shrug.

"Of course she was there, she was probably the one responsible for the plane crash!  She's a criminal--it's what she does.  She wreaks havoc and then plays the hero to make people like her.  She has to have been there!"

Paul P. Patterson is the editor-in-chief of The Daily Trumpeter.  He's always hated Spider-Girl, and it seems like he always will.  Luckily, he doesn't know that Spider-Girl and I are one-in-the-same.  "Well, if she was there, no one saw her."  After a brief pause, I say, "And she didn't do anything."

Mr. Patterson seems to think for a second before saying, "I've already got some photos of the plane crash from an anonymous source.  Ones that were taken during the fact instead of after.  Sorry, kid, I can't use yours."  He drops some prints on his desk and they scatter across the surface.  I see images of plane meeting glass, people running out of the way, and finally my mother locking eyes with John Conway.  I think, at least no one saw what really happened with me saving my mom.  But I'm not sure if I'm relieved or not.  Then I think, what if someone did?

"Who took these?" I ask.

"I told you, it was anonymous.  We got then in the mail, no name on the envelope."

My mind starts racing.  What if there are more photos?  What if one of them shows me shooting the web?  Who got these and how?

Bradley from publishing comes into Mr. Patterson's office and tells him about some problem they're having with space for the plane crash story.  But I just sit there, thinking, until I hear, "You'd better go, kid.  I've got work to do.  Next time, come with pictures of the spider.  Then I'll think about paying you."

When I walk out of the newspaper building, I don't even care that I'm not taking any money away with me.  I just have another thing to worry about now.

Something has to be done.

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