A/N: Okay, this is my first Spiderman fic and I promise it'll be better in the future...oh and by the way...it's set from a girl's point of veiw(duh) and mentions stuff girls see. So I recomend this for girls to read :) R&R!

Mask

The hardest battle you're ever gonna fight is the battle to just be you.

Beep, beep, beep Crash!

I awoke with a start on a Friday morning angrily tossing my alarm clock against the wall not breaking it, just making the battery fly out and hit my bed with a thump.

"Ow…" I muttered lazily pulling the covers over my head. Six in the morning was too early anyways. But I got up anyways going into the bathroom and taking a long sleepy shower. That was, until my brother banged on the door angrily.

"Mayday! Get out it's my turn!" He cried banging again, the worst thing about having a little brother and sharing the bathroom was probably shortened showers. I sighed and finished scrubbing my red hair. "Ben, if you don't stop knocking I'll walk out there naked." Of course this was an empty threat; my little brother seeing me naked would be extremely embarrassing. He abruptly stopped as I wrapped my towel around my very skinny body. I opened the door ignoring the fact Ben was only wearing his boxers, I've seen worse…when he was a toddler he liked to streak through the house so it wasn't a big deal.

He took this chance and rushed into the bathroom. I took this moment and began to get dressed. It never was a big deal for me, a baggy jersey and a pair of kakis will do fine for me. Since I was mostly flat in the chest area I never had to worry about shirts except my mom would always be angry. 'May, you're a teenage woman now and it wouldn't hurt to wear something tight or revealing.' Reveal what, my sports bra? I slipped on my horn rimmed glasses and slid down the banister to get downstairs.

"Morning Mom." I said grabbing a package of Pop Tarts out of the cabinet and shoving them into our toaster.

"Morning, I'm working late tonight…" I cut my mom off sighing.

"Take care of Ben while you're out I know. What's dad doing tonight?" I asked hopefully.

"Your father is working late, grading papers, and then taking pictures at the opening of the new IHOP tonight." She replied grabbing her purse.

"Oh…I didn't know there was a new IHOP…" I said grabbing the pop tarts as they popped up.

"Yeah…Morning Benny." She said to the little brown headed boy as he descended from the upstairs.

"It's Ben." Ben replied, he was nine and felt it was time that people called him Ben…more grown up.

"Fine, Ben." She kissed him on the head. "Be good." She left and dad entered with a cup of coffee and needing to shave…badly.

"Um…Dad, don't you have a class in an hour?" I asked curiously.

He looked at his watch, cussed at it, went halfway up the stairs, and yelled, "Make sure your brother doesn't miss the bus!"

I rolled my eyes and packed his lunch up since the little twerp couldn't eat school food. Giving him his lunch and book bag I threw my book bag over my shoulder and headed out.

The bus for the High School came five minutes earlier than the bus to the elementary so as soon as I got out of my house I saw the bus pull away from the bus stop.

"Wait!" I shouted then ran after it hoping Ryan would stop and let me on. "Hey! Come on! I'm not that late!" I said banging on the side of the stupid bus. As I heard many of the kids laughing at me. Finally three streets later he screeched to a stop.

"Next time come on time." Ryan scolded I panted and looked around for a seat.

"Taken." Said a girl with a breakfast burrito in one hand and a book in the other.

"Taken." Said a boy with ketchup running down his chin.

"Taken." Said a really hot boy with sandy blonde hair.

"Is there any seat on this damn bus open?!" I yelled angrily. One hand raised in the back that hand belonged to a boy with jet-black hair and silvery blue eyes. Carver Region, my crush since preschool I swear. He only was nice to me because I was such a nerd and smart enough to help him on his science homework.

"Sorry for my outburst." I sighed sitting next to him watching his best friend have that look that said 'I feel sorry for you'. I paid him no heed, I hated his friends anyways.

"So…what'd you get for number fifteen?" He asked gently. I sighed and unzipped my back pack and got out my neatly done science homework. Then began explaining the biology of a spider. When the bus screeched to a halt my day began with a trip to gym.

Gym in my opinion was the worst part of the day where perfect strangers go into a locker room and undress just to show off who wears underwear and who wears a thong. I was assigned next to Veronica Osborn, queen of thongs in my opinion. On the first day we had to change she saw my sports bra and underwear and started to crack up laughing. I didn't know why until she undressed and was showing her pal that she had gone up in boob size. A double D…I barely even have a double A. Aside from her thongs and cup bras I noticed she had major muscles…well for a sixteen year old girl to have that many abdomen muscles from cheerleading shocked me. Today in the locker room I was totally embarrassed when I put on my baggy basketball shorts and was reaching for my shirt when Veronica turned to me.

"Um…did you like bye those shorts at the thrift shop? They still have the price sticker on them!" She and her tribe of droning ditzy teens started laughing along I wondered if they even knew why. I rolled my eyes pulling off the price sticker trying to hide my embarrassment even though my cheeks were burning. I pulled my shirt over my head and tied my gym shoes then walked out.

Today we played Volleyball and besides accidentally hitting someone in the back in the head I also made sure I was on the bench most of the game. After a round I was back on the bench and my stomach felt like it was being crushed by a spatula. I knew when you-know-what happened it's just that now that wasn't going on now.

"Hey Mayday, you okay?" Asked my friend Elaine sitting down.

"I'm…okay not the greatest." I half-lied.

"Yeah, right, you're practically green." She said with a hint of concern in her voice.

"I am not." I told her thinking she was just being her usual joking self.

"You wanna bet?" She snagged her purse from behind the bench as if to put on make-up or something and fished out her mirror. She wasn't kidding I was paler than pale.

"You better tell Ms. Torialous before you barf." She said concerned.

"It's…okay…" I said not wanting to look like a wimp but after my stomach lurched I raised a sickly hand. "Hey, uh, Ms. Torialous…" I asked wobbling over to the tall German gym teacher. She was buff even for a woman but she still had this feminine look to her. I was about to say something when everything went black and I mean complete darkness.