Blakeley Parker- Spidergirl

three

"We need to celebrate!" Aunt May says when she opens the door to her apartment.

I'm sharing a room with Peter now. Yes, a sixteen year old boy. But it's a huge upgrade from my hospital room.

"Do you have a piece of paper and a pen?" I ask.

"Yeah," Peter says. "What for?" He asks as he hands me the materials. I ignore him and write down my experience.

I write what it was like to be there. How it felt, how it looked, how it smelled. I write down everything I remember about the white room and how it turned into the beautiful ocean soon afterwards. I write about my hair and dress, my father and the bridge. I write about the choice I had to make, how it felt to run away from such a thing.

I filled the whole paper up with my descriptions and put it in my pocket.

"What was that?" Peter asks.

"I'll tell you someday," I say.

"You've been through a lot," Peter says.

I smirk. "I only died," I say.

"Only died," he mutters.

"How about we order pizza and eat ice cream?" Aunt May suggests.

I grin. "Sounds great."

After I finished my cheese pizza and chocolate ice cream, Peter pull me into our room to talk.

He sits on the bottom bunk next to me.

"How do you feel?" He asks.

"Fine..." I sigh.

He sighs. "How do you really feel? Weird? Stronger? The latter?"

"Uh, I don't know. I feel weird, yeah. But I just figured that's because I died."

Peter looks like he's trying to figure out a way to say something.

"Just say it. Don't sugarcoat, don't do anything. Just, flat out, say it."

He takes a deep breath.

"I injected you with spider venom," he says quickly.

"You what?" I say, standing up.

He stands up next to me.

"I didn't want you to die! I didn't know what to do," he defends.

"Do nothing!"

"Seriously? You can't expect me to do that," he says.

I take a deep breath. "Alright, fine."

Then I smile widely.

"Oh my god I have super powers!"

He rolls his eyes but laughs.

"You're welcome?" He says.

I jump onto the ceiling and hang upside down.

"Oh my god! This is amazing!" I say.

He opens the window.

"Wanna go for a test run?" He asks. He throws me one of his web shooters and I jump out the window behind him.

I shoot webs across the outsides of the buildings, swinging from side to side.

I laugh and shout to Peter. He laughs and shouts back.

I hit a window and fall, screaming.

Peter swings by and catches me.

"You need to work on that," he says.