Chapter one:
"Tyce!" the doctor shouted. " What's going on in there?" The president is screaming with pain. " She has-!" He stopped for a second, then shouted louder, " Tyce! She's collapsed. We can't get a heart beat on these monitors! Tyce! Tyce Sanders! Do some thing in there!"
"Hello? Earth to Sandy!" I snapped back to reality. Looking up from my book to see Tyler frantically waving him arms in front of me. His thin frame fit easily in the crammed bus.
"What? yeah?"
"We're here!"
I could hear the excitement in him voice. Here being the giant volleyball centre we were about to play the city wide finals at. All most every one else was of the bus and running toward the big double doors that were located at the entrance to the centre.
Grabbing my book and backpack I run down the path trying to catch up to my teammates. Who were braking the doors down as they raced in side.
"Hey! Wait up!" I yelled as I ran down the path.
"Well then hurry up loser or we'll be late!" Nish one of my teammates yelled as he dodged a parent who was making her way up the steps. He must have been excited, his chubby figure gave away the fact he did not run much.
By then I had all most reached the doors. Pushing them open I slowed my pace saving energy for the games.
When I reached the girls change room with its familiar panicky atmosphere. I was greeted with high fives and let's go girl. As the teams captain I changed fast and urged the other girls on.
Going through the back door I entered the gymnasium looking around I spotted our Coach on one of the middle row of seats among hundreds of people.
I hurried over to help her with game plans the tournament would be starting quickly. Soon the rest of the team arrived and I lead a quick warm up.
"Five laps hurry up baby's!" I joked much to the disgust of my teammates. Nish yelled back " Hey come on!"
Over the intercom a man announced," Ladies and gentlemen please take your sets for the annual Ottawa city wild volleyball championship winner is going on to the Ontario provincial championships!"
The crowd roared with whistles and clapping. It would be an awesome day I could feel it in my bones.
The excitement in the rooms atmosphere, my teammates all looked like they all ready won. I knew Nish and Brett were all ready planning the winning party. How I knew this? They had huddled in the back of the bus pulling pranks and planning.
"Team captains please make your way over to the nearest refs table to see were to go!"
"Okay that's me got to go!" I waved to my team as I ran off.
12 to 4 my shift just came on and I was determined to win ( well we all were, but I had other reasons). We were against York high currently and they were winning right now. We had already played four other teams and this one would determine whether or not we were in the final game.
My spidy-scene was helpful as I could almost predict were the ball was heading that and good reflexes. And yes my spidy-sense, to make this make more sense I'm Web-Girl.
I know I'm fourteen but I am tall and muscular for my age so I look older in my suit. Being 5,10 gave that impression, so much for the itsy bitsy spider.
It's black, white, and pink. I made it my self. It had white top, black bottoms and a black spider logo but with pink here and there. I made my own web shooters with multiple settings as well. I was also a full out science and tech nerd.
My origin story was a weird one, I was bitten by a spider in the jungle. Now you may think there are a tone of spiders in the jungle, but I did a ton of research on spiders but I found nothing on the one that but me. I guess it's a undiscovered kind.
I guess my body accepted it due to my MTHFR gene and I got spider powers soon after I recovered. Then my family moved to Ontario the city.
So now I'm Web-Girl there.
Zing! my spider-sense was buzzing. My eyes watched the ball I had been warned that was coming my way. Nish had set it up my way, and Nolaner gave it a fist bump along.
I stepped back and spiked it down on the other side of the net so quick the other teams players could only watch as it hit to floor.
I knew the there was applaud but I was to concentrated to hear it. Back and forth the ball went my sense warning me so I got all the shots near me and warned of others. I was great at guessing severs direction and length ( if you looked close you could read the severs body language. The angle of shoulders, the arm drawback etc).
The game ended quick our team had won this round, for the final game. After all the handshakes and points added up into the teams standings. We imparted to our benches and watched the lest set of the current deciding teams.
My heart was pounding in my chest and I was bursting with excitement but I remained concentrated on the game.
The tigers were a fast tall team but my team had me so they were no match for us. We won the first round 25 to 11.
The next round my team was tiered so all I could do was hope and do my best hitting every ball I could warning of the others.
It was 24 to 23 we had to get the next one in to win. Nolaner severed the tigers hit three good hits and the ball flew over the net.
Zing! I dived forward hitting the ball over to Brett. He set it back to me, I jumped hitting the ball in the centre. It went spinning to the floor on the other side if the net.
Eeek the whistle blew my team team had won. They began jumping around and high-fiving each other like mad men. I sat on the gym floor with a sigh and enjoyed my teams victory dance.
"Seriously?! Pizza place?!" I groaned as the bus approached a crowded restaurant. Mandy chuckled at my comment.
"You know your really funny Sam." She told me though giggles. I pretended to be hurt by that only making her laugh harder.
I looked over at Tyler who was still trying to desperately clean himself up, but with out much luck.
A few minutes earlier.
I looked up from my book and noticed Brett and Nish making there way up the aisle staring at something. I turned to look at their target.
There was Coach and just a few members of the team up there, most sat staring at their phones or gossiping. Who was the troublesome two after? Then I spotted him.
Poor Tyler, he was so tired after the game he fell asleep in his seat his head leaning against the window, eyes closed.
The two of them crept up the bus to his seat. Brett nodded and Nish who pulled out a container from his shirt. The cover had been ripped off so I could not tell what was I it, but I had a few ideas.
Nish handed the container to Brett who in turn leaned closer to Tyler who was still sleeping soundly unaware of his doom.
Sizzzz! Coach turned her head. Brett straightened quickly shoving the bottle up his shirt diving head first into the empty seat behind Tyler. Nish followed.
Once Coach seamed satisfied that nothing was out off order she turned and occupied herself with a book.
After the danger passed Brett and Nish dashed back into their seat in the back.
What happened next was Tyler woke up when we stopped at the intersection. Lifted his hand to his face to smooth back some stray hair. But instead his hand left a huge blob of whipped cream in his hair.
"Hey why did you do that?!" He yelled glaring at the twins who were now laughing so hard they were gasping for breathe.
I couldn't help but giggle along with the rest of the bus. Coach found a napkin and gave it to Tyler to help clean up the mess.
I had some dry shampoo in my backpack wanting to be nice I grabbed it and tossed it to him.
"Thanks man!" He shouted back, I smiled.
"No problem."
Later that evening back on the bus heading home, I sat looking out the window thinking about the day.
It had been fun and exciting but I was looking forward to suiting up and catching bad guys.
The bus approached to school quickly coming to a stop right out front.
I grabbed my backpack and moved to the edge of my seat. Waiting for the rest of team to get of the bus so I could grab the equipment we brought. It was my responsibility as captain to put it back after games.
After getting the bags from the back of the bus I raced inside.
It was getting later so I just placed the bags in the gym and ran back out. I'll just put them away tomorrow at school.