This idea for a Spiderman Fanifc has been with me ever since I saw the new movie and I am just now beginning to write it. I hope you will enjoy the story as much as I enjoy coming up with the ideas. I do not own Spiderman in anyway but I am responsible for the OC. Please read and review! :)

Introduction

Never look back. That is the most important lesson my running coach ever taught me. Never look back in a race because it will slow you down. After hearing that for the first time years ago, I decided to apply it to life and it became my number one rule. Don't look back in the past because sadness or guilt or anger will slow you down when it comes to setting your eyes on the prize of the future. Tomorrow is always a new day and yesterday, though it may be full of mistakes, is history.

Today was different though. Today I was leaving the place I grew up. The place full of my friends and the boy I thought I loved was far behind me and I was tempted to look back. Hours ago I had hugged my closest friends and kissed my boyfriend goodbye. We cried, told each other to call, and hugged again. Then, i reluctantly got into our family van to drive from my home in Florida to New York City. I loved my family more than words could express but right now in these silent moments of driving I was angry with my father.

This move was his fault because of how successful his company was and how high on the totem pole he was. He was one of the men in charge of a banking franchise that was deciding to stretch to New York and he was the lucky one chosen to head up the branch in NYC. My mother was also looking at New York as a business opportunity for her talents as a well trained chef. She was excited to open a new restaurant in the city since no one in Florida had truly appreciated her "high-end" cooking styles. I also had a younger brother named Bryan. Him and I were really close and even though we fought sometimes we were still best friends. He was an athlete like me. He played football for his middle school back home and by the looks of it he would totally be in the NFL one day. Also like me, Bryan was dreading moving away from Florida. He was probably the most well-liked middle school ever and didn't look forward to the fact that he would be known as "the new kid" for the weeks to come. My name is Elizabeth Lewis. I am a 17 year old heading into my junior year and like I said before I don't look back.

Chapter 1- All Things Strange and Different

It was really late that night when we entered the city. Even though I hated the thought of this new place it was strangely beautiful. The deep darkness of the night caused all the lights to shine brighter than in any other place I have ever been. The dark buildings were towering above us like shadows against the glowing sky. I was in awe of all the beauty I saw in the place that I believed to be evil. The traffic was horrible though. Even after midnight the streets were packed with cars. How was that even possible? I guess that's why they call New York City the city that never sleeps. My whole family was exhausted as we pulled into the parking garage of our new apartment building. We left our luggage in the car for us to get tomorrow when we had the strength to carry it all. We silently rode the elevator to our floor and entered the already furnished new home. I groggily dragged myself to my new room and sat on my bed to take it all in. Everything was so strange and different. The room felt cold and unfamiliar. I cringed with distaste and went back to believing this new place to be evil. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be back home in Florida in my old room that was warm and personal. This place felt so distant.

I slowly laid my head down on the hard, unfamiliar pillow and listened to the noises of the city outside my window. There were constant sirens, a sound I wasn't accustomed to hearing back in Florida. The thought of crime and danger sent a shiver through my spine. Though I always believed that I was strong and fearless I felt weak and frightened in this new territory. For once in my life I felt out of place. I tossed and turned under my covers and finally decided I needed something to do. I silently left my room and made my way down the darkened hallway that was unknown to me. I found the car keys where my dad had left them on the kitchen counter. I left the apartment and took the stairs to the parking garage. I walked casually over to the only familiar object in this whole building, the family van. I unlocked the trunk and began to look for what I wanted. I stretched my arms looking at the labels on the boxes as I mumbled under my breathe.

"No... No...No. Miscellaneous, Bryan's room, Kitchen... Aha!" After 5 minute of searching I had found the box full of things from my room. I pulled it out, repacked the trunk, and made my way back to the elevator.

Once back in the apartment, I locked the door and made my way silently back to my room. I shut the door behind me and began to unpack pictures of me with my friends, stuffed animals, and old rewards from races I had ran in. I smiled to myself and went back to my bed clutching a stuffed bear that my boyfriend had gotten me close to my chest. I laid my head on the pillow once again as I looked at the pictures scattered around the floor. These small gestures gave me the comfort I needed to fall asleep. I was lulled by racing thoughts and exhaustion into a foreign sleep with dreams of places I had never been and people I had never met. Dreams that foreshadowed the days to come.