Spidey Story

{{01}} Julie

I was asleep in the box my owner, Grant, kept me in. On my left was Chris and on my right was Devon. Oh I forgot to mention, I'm a toy. Specifically, a Spider-Man toy. I, among many, am broken. I have no left arm and paint is scratched off of me. Anyway let's get to the story.
I leaned up. "Julie, stop moving your messing up my hair." Devon said.
"Yes, your beautiful locks." I said sarcastically. Devon had nothing wrong with him. Grant just didn't like him, and then he bragged about "Being the best Spidey in the Graveyard". I ignored his scoff. I opened the clear plastic box. Click. I stepped out very slowly, bad idea. Devon grabbed my leg.
"Don't leave, Grant'll see ya." Devon said

"I have to get to Peppa's closet store." I whispered,
Devon scoffed again. I scoffed back. He let go of my leg, and lied back down. I jumped down, the sound of my plastic articulated foot and hand, hitting the light hardwood floor. Nock. I walked very slowly, towards the closet. The doors were cream colored and had wide cuts down the middle of the doors. I put my red and blue hand on one of the wide cuts, and through myself up. I slipped through the crack.

"Hi, Julie what can I get for ya this fine mornin'?" Mummy Pig asked me, with the most southern of voices I had ever heard.

"Nothin' much. Just some Carnilly pieces, please." I said.

"How many?" Mummy Pig asked.

"Um.. five I guess" I said holding up five fingers.

"Alrighty. Ok, George and Peppa are over there," She said pointing to Peppa. I nodded and walked over to Peppa and George. 
"Why, hello Julie!" Peppa bursted.

"Hello Peppa! Can I get some Carnilly pieces, please?" I said politely.

"Why, you may." Peppa said in her British voice. Peppa pulled out the triangular shaped piece of Carnilly. She handed me four pieces, all different shapes and sizes. "There you go." She oinked. I nodded and walked off.

"Come back tomorrow!" Mummy pig called out as I left.

"Don't worry," I said putting my hand on the open cut on the door. "I will." I pushed myself up once again and slipped through the cut.
I was walking to the plastic box to eat some Carnilly, when grant threw him self up out of bed, when his alarm clock went off. I ran back to the closet.

"What bring ya back here?" Mummy pig asked me in a concerned way, in conclusion to my hyper ventilating. I didn't say anything. I looked outside the closet, Grant was gone. I slipped back out. I walked slowly and quietly on the floor and made my way toward the box. I whispered to Devon.

"Devon! Devon! Devon!" I whispered, as I put my hand to my mouth thinking it would amplify the sound. Devon peeked his head out from over the table.

"What!" He whispered.

"Throw the ladder down before he comes back!" I whispered again. Devon threw the ladder down. It was made of scrap string and popsicle sticks.
I put my right hand and right foot on the popsicle sticks and pushed my self up the ladder as fast I could. I was almost there when Grant came in with a biscuit. I was going even faster by then. Snap. The popsicle stick my feet were on Snapped. Right in two. Oh shoot. I was at the top. I reached up for Devon's hand. He hesitated.