| The Next Spider |
"Vain girl, since you love to weave so very much, why don't you go and spin forever." Then the vengeful goddess sprinkled Arachne with hellbane, and the girl's hair fell off, and her nose and ears fell off. Her head shrank to a tiny size until she was mostly a giant belly. But her fingers could still weave, and within minutes, Arachne, the first spider on earth, wove the first magnificent web. – the story of Arachne
| Chapter Two |
'With great power, comes great responsibility…'
"Hey Parker !" boomed a voice.
'Shit… die, die, die, die… Just like the second period…'
It was only lunchtime.
"Hey I said Parker !" Then the next thing Terry knew was that he was begin slam by his locker.
"Wha… Wha… What do you wan…"
"Well you should know…"
It was Drake and now he wants his life.
He squirmed his eyes trying his best not see what was going to happen to him.
"You know what Parker, basically you asked for it…"
Then when he felt that the fist was near him then was pulled away.
He opened one eye and saw Scarlet holding Drake's arm.
"Get a life Drake !"
"What do you mean ?" he shouted back at her.
"Don't shout at me ! Don't you dare bully Terrence !"
"So you even know his name !"
"Yes ! I bother to ask ! So ? What does it gotta do with you ? I can ask as many person as I like ! It's not your problem ! And if you think that it's because I'm your girlfriend. I can tell you that I am not your girlfriend and never will be. The most is a friend. Okay ? Can I make things clear ! Please ! Stay out of my life ! Okay ? Sometimes I get pissed off by you ! And it's very irritating !"
Drake stared at her with eyes wide.
"What are you trying to say ?" he asked like almost desperate.
She marched right up to his face. "You should know !" She raised her finger. She pressed her finger on his chest on every word she said. "Drake Jackson, you listen up ! You and I have no relationship at all and will never have one and if you ask why. I'll tell you why ! I hate your attitude ! You think to high of yourself ! You bully people ! Okay ? Is that enough for you ? So it's either you change or don't ever talk to me again !" she turned back to Terry and grabbed him and walked away.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Thank you," he said as they were safely in the school garden.
"Nah, it's nothing ! I wanna say it to his face a long time ago !"
He smiled.
"I like your dimple."
Then he stopped smiling.
"Oh come on ! It doesn't I said you look nice means you have to stop !"
He looked away. "Sorry…"
"You don't like to talk much do you ?"
"Nope."
"Why ?"
"Cause of my grandpa I think…"
"Why ? What happened ?"
"Me and my grandpa was the bestest best friend !"
She laughed.
"What's wrong ?"
"You looked like a kid… never mind, forget about it, and continue !"
"He helps me get friends… but since he went away… I don't dare to speak to anyone…"
"Where did he go ?"
He looked at her. Then to the other side.
"Somewhere we all will go in the future… and we are visiting him today…"
'He's dead ! Great ! Some questions !'
"So… I hope you have fun… I mean clearing grave might be fun as you will never know what sort of thing you might find in that day !" she smiled at him.
He blushed.
"Are you okay ?" she asked after seeing him red.
"Err… yeah… I think I got to go… see you…"
"Okay…" she bit her lip. 'He's cute ! So cute ! I'm having him ? Mum would whine… but heck ! I love him !' "You want to go home together ?"
He looked at the grass and grabbed on hold some of the grass. "Thanks but, my parents are picking me up after school…" he stood up.
For the first time, she realise that Terry was tall. Very tall.
'He is so tall. So cute ! Thank god he's my neighbour… Only his specs…' she smiled dreamily.
"Are you okay ?" he cut her thoughts.
"Yes ! See you Terrence !"
"Please… call me Terry…"
"Okay !" she smiled sweeter. 'Makes me feel close… gee, stop feeling that way Scarlet, he might not like you for all you care. Might !' "See you !"
But he was already gone.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Terry… would you mind go to the back and pull out some of the grass ?" asked Sara.
"Sure mum !" he walked to the back and kneeled down to pluck the grass. He was in a black oversize tee and blue faded jeans. He likes faded jeans. He pushed up his spectacles and started plucking grass. Then out of nowhere, a spider appeared.
"Ma… Ma… Mum !" he stammered.
"What is it ?" Sara asked.
"There… There is a spider…"
"Where ?"
"There…"
The spider was only a few feet away from him.
He was scared.
He hated spiders.
Okay, maybe he liked it once. But he still hates them.
"Look at its unique colour…" Eric remarked on the red and blue colour it has on it.
It is not that big. Small then your palm but still it looked horrible.
"Eric ! You know your son has a fear for spider !"
"Sorry !" his dad smiled.
Terry smiled but made a face. Now it is still the spider.
Suddenly, it jumped up and landed on Terry's left hand. On hi back palm.
"Ah !" he shouted.
Then he flung away the spider into a few bushes nearby.
"Ouch !" he whined.
"Oh my god ! Honey ! Are you okay ?"
Terry looked at his hand. On his left hand, between his thumb and index finger was a swollen wound. Seems like nothing much but it gave him a numb feeling. "Yeah… it's just numb…"
"Do you wanna see the doctor ?"
"No… I'm okay… let's just pull the grass…" he smiled and continue pulling the grass.
Sara looked at Eric who just plainly shrugged.
Terry stared at the grass. 'No more spiders right ? Right.'
He continued with his pulling of grass but his eyes seemed to have something flashing over them. Something with eight legs.
Spiders.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Terry… you slept for twenty hours… are you sure you are okay ?" Sara called form the door.
Terry's room was in a mess. Clothes all over the floor with books on and off the table. Bed sheets were all over.
"Huh…" he called out sleepily. "What do you mean…"
"I'm coming in…"
"Yeah sure…"
The door opened.
"Terry ! What did you do to your room ?"
"Huh ?" He sat up blurry. His hair was in a mess and so are his clothes. The exact clothes he had worn yesterday. He has not change out. "What ? I'm tired…"
"Are you sick ? Is it because of that spider ?"
"No mum…"
His mum touched his forehead. "You are fine…"
She let go and Terry fell back to his bed.
"Scarlet…"
Terry's eye opened.
"Scarlet is here ?" he asked. Sitting up. Eyes still half closed.
"Yes. That was very nice of her. She asked if you were okay… but maybe I should ask her to leave…"
"No…" he said almost immediately.
His mother gave him a sly look. "Why ? You like her ?"
He blushed slightly. "I don't know what you are talking about mum…"
"Yeah, yeah… I believe you…"
"Scarlet… you can come in now…"
Scarlet peered from the side. "Sure ?"
"Yes…"
She smiled. Then turned to walk in. Then she fell. Terry looked at her. She looked back at him Then stood up quickly. She leaned against the door ledge. "See ! I'm fine…"
Terry laughed.
His mother smiled.
"I shall leave you two love birds here…"
"Mum…" Terry whined again.
"Yes, yes. Sorry about the mess Scarlet… I have no idea what my son was doing last night…" Then when she reached the door. She turned back round. "No… I say no, hanky-panky in the room…" then comes flying a pillow. "Get out of here mum !"
His mum dodged the pillow and picked it up. "I'll be watching…"
Terry looked away. Like in a sense of embarrassment.
"It's okay Terry…"
He looked at her. "What brings you here ?"
"Me ? You didn't go to school that's why…"
"Oh… I think I was sick…" then he looked at her who is smiling.
"What so funny ?"
"Your hair…"
He looked up. "Oh… just pushed them around. They'll be okay…" he stared to so his hair.
"Hey… are you sure you are okay ?" she looked worried. "Your mum says you got a spider bite."
"I'm fine… See ? I'm just right there…"
"Oh yeah… I heard Drake got you beaten all up in second period yesterday…"
"Oh… I'm fine…"
"No… I insist seeing your wounds… come on take off your clothes…"
He stared at her. 'And see my shapeless body… No way !' "No !"
"Come on ! You got nothing to hide…"
"I got…"
"No… come on ! I'll apply medicated oil for you !"
"No ! I'm fine !"
Scarlet pushed him onto the bed and sat on top of him. Then she slowly took out his shirt.
'Abs and muscles… That is so cool…'
"Wow…" she said quietly. "You got so much muscles !"
He stared at her like she was an alien. "You gotta be kidding !"
"No ! I swear !"
"Yeah right !"
"You look very cute without your specs…"
He stared at her. "I'm not wearing specs ?" he repeated in a flat tone.
"Yes…" she giggled a bit. "Here…" she started to apply the oil on him.
'I'm not wearing spectacles… What the heck…'
to be continued....
"Vain girl, since you love to weave so very much, why don't you go and spin forever." Then the vengeful goddess sprinkled Arachne with hellbane, and the girl's hair fell off, and her nose and ears fell off. Her head shrank to a tiny size until she was mostly a giant belly. But her fingers could still weave, and within minutes, Arachne, the first spider on earth, wove the first magnificent web. – the story of Arachne
| Chapter Two |
'With great power, comes great responsibility…'
"Hey Parker !" boomed a voice.
'Shit… die, die, die, die… Just like the second period…'
It was only lunchtime.
"Hey I said Parker !" Then the next thing Terry knew was that he was begin slam by his locker.
"Wha… Wha… What do you wan…"
"Well you should know…"
It was Drake and now he wants his life.
He squirmed his eyes trying his best not see what was going to happen to him.
"You know what Parker, basically you asked for it…"
Then when he felt that the fist was near him then was pulled away.
He opened one eye and saw Scarlet holding Drake's arm.
"Get a life Drake !"
"What do you mean ?" he shouted back at her.
"Don't shout at me ! Don't you dare bully Terrence !"
"So you even know his name !"
"Yes ! I bother to ask ! So ? What does it gotta do with you ? I can ask as many person as I like ! It's not your problem ! And if you think that it's because I'm your girlfriend. I can tell you that I am not your girlfriend and never will be. The most is a friend. Okay ? Can I make things clear ! Please ! Stay out of my life ! Okay ? Sometimes I get pissed off by you ! And it's very irritating !"
Drake stared at her with eyes wide.
"What are you trying to say ?" he asked like almost desperate.
She marched right up to his face. "You should know !" She raised her finger. She pressed her finger on his chest on every word she said. "Drake Jackson, you listen up ! You and I have no relationship at all and will never have one and if you ask why. I'll tell you why ! I hate your attitude ! You think to high of yourself ! You bully people ! Okay ? Is that enough for you ? So it's either you change or don't ever talk to me again !" she turned back to Terry and grabbed him and walked away.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Thank you," he said as they were safely in the school garden.
"Nah, it's nothing ! I wanna say it to his face a long time ago !"
He smiled.
"I like your dimple."
Then he stopped smiling.
"Oh come on ! It doesn't I said you look nice means you have to stop !"
He looked away. "Sorry…"
"You don't like to talk much do you ?"
"Nope."
"Why ?"
"Cause of my grandpa I think…"
"Why ? What happened ?"
"Me and my grandpa was the bestest best friend !"
She laughed.
"What's wrong ?"
"You looked like a kid… never mind, forget about it, and continue !"
"He helps me get friends… but since he went away… I don't dare to speak to anyone…"
"Where did he go ?"
He looked at her. Then to the other side.
"Somewhere we all will go in the future… and we are visiting him today…"
'He's dead ! Great ! Some questions !'
"So… I hope you have fun… I mean clearing grave might be fun as you will never know what sort of thing you might find in that day !" she smiled at him.
He blushed.
"Are you okay ?" she asked after seeing him red.
"Err… yeah… I think I got to go… see you…"
"Okay…" she bit her lip. 'He's cute ! So cute ! I'm having him ? Mum would whine… but heck ! I love him !' "You want to go home together ?"
He looked at the grass and grabbed on hold some of the grass. "Thanks but, my parents are picking me up after school…" he stood up.
For the first time, she realise that Terry was tall. Very tall.
'He is so tall. So cute ! Thank god he's my neighbour… Only his specs…' she smiled dreamily.
"Are you okay ?" he cut her thoughts.
"Yes ! See you Terrence !"
"Please… call me Terry…"
"Okay !" she smiled sweeter. 'Makes me feel close… gee, stop feeling that way Scarlet, he might not like you for all you care. Might !' "See you !"
But he was already gone.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Terry… would you mind go to the back and pull out some of the grass ?" asked Sara.
"Sure mum !" he walked to the back and kneeled down to pluck the grass. He was in a black oversize tee and blue faded jeans. He likes faded jeans. He pushed up his spectacles and started plucking grass. Then out of nowhere, a spider appeared.
"Ma… Ma… Mum !" he stammered.
"What is it ?" Sara asked.
"There… There is a spider…"
"Where ?"
"There…"
The spider was only a few feet away from him.
He was scared.
He hated spiders.
Okay, maybe he liked it once. But he still hates them.
"Look at its unique colour…" Eric remarked on the red and blue colour it has on it.
It is not that big. Small then your palm but still it looked horrible.
"Eric ! You know your son has a fear for spider !"
"Sorry !" his dad smiled.
Terry smiled but made a face. Now it is still the spider.
Suddenly, it jumped up and landed on Terry's left hand. On hi back palm.
"Ah !" he shouted.
Then he flung away the spider into a few bushes nearby.
"Ouch !" he whined.
"Oh my god ! Honey ! Are you okay ?"
Terry looked at his hand. On his left hand, between his thumb and index finger was a swollen wound. Seems like nothing much but it gave him a numb feeling. "Yeah… it's just numb…"
"Do you wanna see the doctor ?"
"No… I'm okay… let's just pull the grass…" he smiled and continue pulling the grass.
Sara looked at Eric who just plainly shrugged.
Terry stared at the grass. 'No more spiders right ? Right.'
He continued with his pulling of grass but his eyes seemed to have something flashing over them. Something with eight legs.
Spiders.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Terry… you slept for twenty hours… are you sure you are okay ?" Sara called form the door.
Terry's room was in a mess. Clothes all over the floor with books on and off the table. Bed sheets were all over.
"Huh…" he called out sleepily. "What do you mean…"
"I'm coming in…"
"Yeah sure…"
The door opened.
"Terry ! What did you do to your room ?"
"Huh ?" He sat up blurry. His hair was in a mess and so are his clothes. The exact clothes he had worn yesterday. He has not change out. "What ? I'm tired…"
"Are you sick ? Is it because of that spider ?"
"No mum…"
His mum touched his forehead. "You are fine…"
She let go and Terry fell back to his bed.
"Scarlet…"
Terry's eye opened.
"Scarlet is here ?" he asked. Sitting up. Eyes still half closed.
"Yes. That was very nice of her. She asked if you were okay… but maybe I should ask her to leave…"
"No…" he said almost immediately.
His mother gave him a sly look. "Why ? You like her ?"
He blushed slightly. "I don't know what you are talking about mum…"
"Yeah, yeah… I believe you…"
"Scarlet… you can come in now…"
Scarlet peered from the side. "Sure ?"
"Yes…"
She smiled. Then turned to walk in. Then she fell. Terry looked at her. She looked back at him Then stood up quickly. She leaned against the door ledge. "See ! I'm fine…"
Terry laughed.
His mother smiled.
"I shall leave you two love birds here…"
"Mum…" Terry whined again.
"Yes, yes. Sorry about the mess Scarlet… I have no idea what my son was doing last night…" Then when she reached the door. She turned back round. "No… I say no, hanky-panky in the room…" then comes flying a pillow. "Get out of here mum !"
His mum dodged the pillow and picked it up. "I'll be watching…"
Terry looked away. Like in a sense of embarrassment.
"It's okay Terry…"
He looked at her. "What brings you here ?"
"Me ? You didn't go to school that's why…"
"Oh… I think I was sick…" then he looked at her who is smiling.
"What so funny ?"
"Your hair…"
He looked up. "Oh… just pushed them around. They'll be okay…" he stared to so his hair.
"Hey… are you sure you are okay ?" she looked worried. "Your mum says you got a spider bite."
"I'm fine… See ? I'm just right there…"
"Oh yeah… I heard Drake got you beaten all up in second period yesterday…"
"Oh… I'm fine…"
"No… I insist seeing your wounds… come on take off your clothes…"
He stared at her. 'And see my shapeless body… No way !' "No !"
"Come on ! You got nothing to hide…"
"I got…"
"No… come on ! I'll apply medicated oil for you !"
"No ! I'm fine !"
Scarlet pushed him onto the bed and sat on top of him. Then she slowly took out his shirt.
'Abs and muscles… That is so cool…'
"Wow…" she said quietly. "You got so much muscles !"
He stared at her like she was an alien. "You gotta be kidding !"
"No ! I swear !"
"Yeah right !"
"You look very cute without your specs…"
He stared at her. "I'm not wearing specs ?" he repeated in a flat tone.
"Yes…" she giggled a bit. "Here…" she started to apply the oil on him.
'I'm not wearing spectacles… What the heck…'
to be continued....
