Chapter one: Fresh Start

Vanessa's point of view:

*RRRRRINGGGG RRRRRING*

"Great I'm going to be late for school!"

I said as I run down the stairs, my hair a mess and my stomach grumbling, I run into the bathroom, frantic to make myself look a little normal. I slip my Sparrow Suit on,

' I'm glad I decided that it'd be skin-tight, I have to be ready, just in case Harley calls me.'

When I'm done applying make-up and clothes, I realize that I haven't woken my sister up! I race myself back up those stairs into my sisters room, when I knock the door opens to reveal my sisters empty room and a note. It said:

'Hey, Vanessa I'm already heading to school, good luck, my locker number is D91.

Love, Alyn.'

Ok, well at least my sister is going to school.

Wait! School! That's right, I'm going to be late!

I race to grab my stuff and I whip out the door, I look at my watch, it's 7:01. Ok well I missed my bus, so I'll just use my powers. I look left and right, hoping nobody is there, I leap to the top of my parents car and tumble onto the roof, being careful not to make a single noise.

I start running and jump between houses and pull out my wings and start flapping, that doesn't get me anywhere for long, my bag is too heavy, so I pull out my grappling hook and shoot to the nearest vantage point. I swing over and land almost perfectly on there. I just hope Spider-Man isn't out patrolling today. If my sister knew how many time I've run into him, she'd melt with jealousy. Oh, did I meant she's like in love with Spider-Man? Well now that I have, don't tell her I told you. When I finally get somewhere close to the school I fold everything back up and jump down from the roof, when I get inside, I'm surrounded by a new school, new people, new everything. This is the second time we had to change schools, since I keep getting my sister and me in trouble. When I finally find my locker I get all of my things, but when I close my locker a guy is standing behind my locker door, smiling. I take one look at him and I almost practically hurled, he had the weird feeling to him and he had a camera in his hand. Great. A photographer. He smiled at me nicely and asked if he could take a picture.

"Well, I don't know, it's going to have to cost you." I said almost humorlessly.

"Ok, how much"?

"What? You're actually going to give me money to take a picture of me"? I said, surprised.

"Well, um, yeah." He said.

"Ok, pay up." I demanded.

And from then on I started to like getting my picture taken.

The rest of the day went by fast, not a lot of people talked to me, maybe one or two interested guys, but other than that nothing out of the usual.