Chapter Twenty-One

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All I can think about at school is;

Today I make my debut.

Today I make my debut.

Today Spider-Girl gets revealed to the world.

After the last class period, I walk up to Layla, "Hey, Layla... I have to talk to a teacher about an assignment... So I'm going to take the late bus."

Layla smiles, "Okay, I'll wait for you!"

Uh oh. Layla is such a good friend! Which is the problem...

"No! Layla, you really don't need to. It would make a lot more sense for you to just go home now," I reply, trying to not sound desperate.

Layla looks hurt, "Are... are you sure?"

I make sure to smile really big so she doesn't think I am avoiding her. Wait... I am trying to avoid her... But I don't want to! I want to make sure she knows I still want to be friends!

"Yes! I would feel bad if you were just sitting there, waiting for me," I reply kindly.

"Well... If you're sure..." Layla says, stepping back slightly.

"I am. Go ahead! It's fine!"

"Okay... Bye, Crystal! See you soon!" Layla walks out of the room.

I wave back.

I anxiously wait until the last few students are leaving, so Layla hopefully doesn't see me.

I peer through the doorway and glance up and down the halls. Then I quietly and quickly slip into the bathroom. I pretend to check on my appearance, play a game on my phone for a bit, and wash my hands.

I then braid my hair. I decided I am going to braid my hair whenever I go out as Spider-Girl, so I won't have any difficultly putting my mask on. Also, that way it will be less likely that a strand of hair could slip out, partially revealing my identity. I made sure to add a bit more space in the back of my mask purposely for my hair.

I then look at my phone, seeing that it has been fifteen minutes since school let out. The bus should've definitely left by now.

I step into a stall and change into my suit - minus the mask. I then slip on a hoodie and put my jeans back on.

With my hands stuck into my pockets, I walk out of the school, trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible.

Once I am a block or so from school, I dart into the nearest alleyway.

However, before I reveal my suit, I make sure there is no one in the alley. I'm farther into the city then I usually go by myself.

There is no way I would've ventured this far alone before my powers.

I'm anxious to get into my suit - then I can use my powers freely  if any suspicious people come around.

I thoroughly check the alley, and I am relieved to not see anything out of place.

My heart beats faster as I pull my hoodie and jeans off. I quickly stuff them into my backpack, taking out my mask as well.

I adjust my hair into a bun-like shape before slipping the mask on. I check to make sure my hair is secure.

Perfect.

Now my heart is nearly beating its way out of my chest.

I slip my web-shooters on, and test them by webbing the zippers of my backpack to seal any way of opening it.

I then stick it very gingerly under a dumpster.

It's a bit gross, but I really don't want to lose my backpack like Peter did!

I look towards the busy city of Queens.

As soon as I step out of this ally, I am no longer Crystal Carmell, fifteen-year-old student of Riverbend High School, from the outskirt of Queens, New York.

I am Spider-Girl.



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