Spider-Girl: the Life of a Teenage Spider Person

Chapter Eight

Mom pulls the car into a parking spot. As we walk towards the entrance to Fun Land, I make sure to trail behind the others. I check to make sure my hoodie is still zipped up all the way, and I tuck my hands into the pockets. I still feel weird about my sudden muscle growth. Luckily, because of the shock during breakfast, nobody noticed my arms, and I want to try to keep it that way as long as possible. Also, as I was getting dressed for the day, I noticed that apparently I have slightly noticeable muscles on my stomach as well!

As I step inside, I take a look around, cringing slightly at all the noise. Fun Land is one of those places with a variety of fun things to do. Mini golf, swimming, arcade, etc.

Mom pays and Bethany grabs my arm, saying, "Come on, Crissy! Let's do mini golf first!"

I oblige, and follow Bethany to the mini golf section. I grab a blue ball, Bethany pink, and Mom green.

Everything is going well, until a particularly tricky hole. The ball has to round a corner, and then down a long path, into the hole.

I prepare to give the ball a good whack, hopefully sending it into the wall, which in turn catapults the ball down the path.

I swing the club and give the ball a good hit. However, things do not go to plan.

I watch the ball hit the wall, then I feel tingly, automatically crouching, right as the ball flies past me. It is going so fast that by the time I stand back up, it has hit the wall on the other side of the golf course.

I stand in shock for a second, as does Bethany and Mom.

I come out of my shock, realizing that if I hadn't somehow known that the ball was coming, it would have hit me in the face. Hard.

I then look at the wall it bounced off of, and notice a dent where it hit.

How?!

How did a small golf ball hit a solid wall and make a dent?! If the wall wasn't very strong, then there would be lots of dents from all the other golf balls that have been used on this hole before!

And how did it have enough speed to sail through the air and into the wall on the opposite side of the room!

All from me hitting the ball.

By this time, Bethany has gone to the other side of the room, retrieved the ball, and has come back to hand it to me.

Mom seems to have come out of her shock, and chuckles, "Wow. That's a powerful swing you've got there, Crystal!"

I laugh it off, but I can't shake off the feeling that this isn't normal.