Make Way for the Spiders

Four

Dinner was delicious, and Frank had even brought brownies for dessert. We ate those in the living room, and when Mom and him started talking about work, I excused myself to my room.

Looking at the clock, I saw that it was seven. I didn't have to meet up with Spiderman until ten. To pass the time, I decided to look for an outfit to wear tomorrow.

I rummaged through my boxes for a while until I found the perfect outfit. It was a black dress, with short sleeves, a collar, and a small red belt around the waist, that matched my hair. I decided that I would wear my red heels, and bring my red ballet flats in case my feet began to hurt. But, for my hair, I was at a loss.

Should I curl it? Straighten it?

I sighed and checked my phone for the time. Eight. I could hear Mom and Frank in the living room, laughing.

He was still here?

I had another two hours before I had to meet Spiderman. With nothing else to do, I started to unpack the boxes in my room. I hung my shirts and jeans in my closet, and threw all my socks and pajamas into my drawers. When all my clothes were put away, I went into the hall, and grabbed the first box I saw with my name on it.

I opened it, and found all my decor. It had pictures, little figurines, my alarm clock, and a few of my books. I set my alarm clock on the bedside table, and placed my little fairy figurine next to it. She had midnight black hair, a deep blue dress, and crystal like wings. The face was very realistic, with blue eyes, and pink lips. She was a gift from my mom when I was a little girl, and I loved it.

I hung my pictures on the wall, and placed the rest of my figurines in various places.

When I was done, I stepped back to admire my work. I still had a few things to do. My laptop was still buried somewhere, and I still had a lamp to place on my desk. I looked at the clock again. Nine thirty.

I listened for any evidence of Frank still being here, but it was silent. I put on some plaid pajama pants, and black tank top, then walked into the living room where Mom was sitting.

"Hey," she said when she saw me.

"Hi," I said. "I'm going to bed early, okay?"

Mom nodded, and stood up. "I think I'll follow. I have to go into work early in the morning to meet up with Mr. Samuels," she told me.

Mr. Samuels was her new boss here in New York.

"Okay, night," I said, giving her a hug, then walking back down the hall to my room. I sat on my bed, playing games on my phone for a few minutes before I got bored.

I had twenty minutes left, so I put my hair into a low ponytail, put a watch on, and put on my hoodie. I picked up the black mask, and held it in my fingers. I tilted my head from side to side, unsure if I should wear it. I must have stood there for ten minutes, because when I looked back at the clock, it was ten to ten.

In a rush, I threw the mask on, and climbed out on the fire escape. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then raised my hand, slightly curling my fingers, and watched the web hook onto the top of the building.

I groaned, looking up. Last night, when I had to climb up and down, it left me really sore. Nevertheless, I began to climb.

I had climbed about three stories, when I felt a familiar tingle run down my spine. It wasn't like when I was being attacked-no, this was warmer.

"You know, there's a much faster way to get up there."

I yelped, and lost hold of the web, but a gloved hand caught my wrist. I looked up to see Spiderman holding onto me.