I wake up to the sound of my annoying alarm, beeping like it always does. I go to shut it off, but then I realize, I have to be careful! I stand up and walk over to my closet and through some leggings on, and grab a hoodie. I go and put my bra on, and then realize it fits perfectly. Okay... weird. They've always been a bit too big.

As I walk down for breakfast, I think to myself that this is going to be a weird day.. Maybe Amelia can help me! Even though she isn't in to superheroes.

As I sit in my room, waiting for the clock to turn to 7. I could test out that sticky-ness.. I put my hands on my wall, keeping a steady breathing pace, then I put one foot on the wall. It seems to be working! I lift my other foot up for a few seconds before putting it back on the floor. Okay. That was.. AWESOME! My grandma yells down the stairs. "It's 7! Grab your backpack!"

At lunch Cameron walks over, slamming his hands on the table, saying to me, "Hey, Shortie."

I roll my eyes before snapping back at him, "I'm 5'7, you moron. Just cause you're a few inches taller doesn't mean I'm short." He doesn't take this lightly.

"Feeling like talking back, hey? Remember what happened last time we got into a fight?" He says, eager for a fight. I yawn, tired of him already. I want to yell at him, but people are staring at us now. I put my hands flat on the table, giving him a look to leave. He stares at me, and punches my hand hard.

"What the hell dude?!" I say louder than I should have. It hardly hurt, though. A teacher, who likes me a lot, comes over and starts yelling at Cameron. He still doesn't care, though. This always gets my blood boiling. Sure, I hate him, but we actually have a lot in common, though he hasn't noticed it.

"Hey Miss? Let him go. It didn't even hurt, plus it was just a little argument." I say, even though the argument was totally wrong. She looks at me for a moment, then her face softens, she smiles, and says, "Alright. Just make sure it doesn't happen again."

I smile at her as she walks away, and I look at Cameron and say, "Now shoo, you turd."

As he walks away, I can see his face turn red with embarrassment. I smile, shaking my head, as my friend gives me a look of 'how do you do it? '

After a banana, orange juice, fries and 2 chicken patties, I sit back in my chair. See, I was pretty skinny even though I ate so much. Amelia was about 5'3, and she has a bit of fat, but you can't call her skinny or fat. She has short, light blue hair, without any highlights, while I have thick brown hair that's down to my chest. She has green eyes, I have blue.

My mind suddenly jumps back to the spider. What type was it again? A sea spider? That could be a cool superhero name! The Sea Spider. I probably have a good costume idea somewhere. The bell suddenly rings, snapping me out of my imagination. Ugh, I have gym next. But at least we're playing kickball, it's my favorite game!

As the game starts, I'm one of the first in line. I feel confident in myself. Let's see what this spider can do! As I wait, I think of what spiders can do. They have good reflexes, right? Or am I mixing that up with something else? I hear my name, and walk up to the base. As he rolls the ball, everything starts to slow down. I kick the ball the whole way to the outfield! It usually doesn't go that far, but I can't say it hasn't happened before. Before I can think about it anymore, I run to 1st base. And I went fast. I decide to do that till I get to third base. I wonder why I stopped, when the ball suddenly goes really fast about 4 inches from my face! If I didn't stop, I would've got hit!

Later when I get home, I run to my room, and start flipping through my sketchbooks for a good costume design. I find a cute blue, green, and white one with a hoodie. I look at it for a minute, then add webs. I don't know why I thought of webs, but whatever.

I'm changing my shirt, putting on an Avengers hoodie, when I hear my brother walking to my room! A flash of adrenaline goes through me, and I stick my arm up, and to my suprise, webs come flying out. Huh. I thought I would have to go to the bathroom to see if I had webs. But wrist-webs are more convenient.

That evening I get sewing. This is going to be so cool! Wait.. what was that thing my dad used to tell me? With great power must also come great responsibility. Okay. I'll make sure to be responsible with these powers.

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