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" I can't believe I didn't have a camera!" Sara moaned sagging against the steps of Lakewood High. She still hadn't gotten over seeing Spider-Man in Downtown Long Beach yesterday. Phil shook his head. "C'mon Sara." He said with a grin. "Its no big deal." Sara glared at him. Her green eyes flashed with anger. "No big deal, I'm a journalist Phillip." She growled. Phil winced at the mention of his full name. He knew Sara was upset, since that was the only time she called him Phillip. He started to retort when he spotted Jamal Jenkins coming from a round the corner.
"Jamal, dude thank god!" He exclaimed, hopping up from his seat. Jamal Jenkins smiled brightly at his two best friends. Jamal was a tall African American teen, with deep brown eyes. He was will fit, which Sara nor Phil could figure out how muscular he'd gotten.
"What's going on?" Jamal said, confused. Phil smirked. "Guess who we saw yesterday?" Jamal shook his head puzzled. "Who?"
"Spider-Man."
Jamal gave Phil a "Yeah right" look. "Sure you did Phil." He said. He took a seat beside Sara, who had been staring at her copy of the Daily Bugle. "No We did." Sara muttered. Jamal shrugged. "That's cool I guess." He said. Sara jolted up from her seat.
"You guess, do you know important that is to me!" She snapped. Jamal and Phil exchanged glances with each other. Sara held up the copy of the bugle she'd been holding. "The Bugle is offering Five hundred bucks for pictures of Spider-Man." She said. Phil took the paper and schemed it.
"Whoa." He said, handing the paper to Jamal. " I thought you weren't in this journalism thing for the money?" Jamal asked. Sara let out a sigh. "If It helps me get my foot in the door of the Bugle than I'll take it." She snapped taking the paper from Phil's hand and stormed up the steps. Jamal and Phil looked at each other for a moment.
"Girls Got issues."
"No kidding."
Phil shrugged. "It just pictures, I mean anyone could get them." He said, heading up the steps. Jamal nodded. "You got a point Phil." He said. "You have a good point."
"Nobody move!" The Thug shouted. He stood, wearing a mask of The president. He pointed a .45 magnum pistol at the crowd in the store. Beside him another mask man stood wearing a thin mask over his face. The third thug wore a Capitan America mask over his own face. The crowd stared at them in shock.
"We want the money!" The leader snapped. The counter girl let out a cry, but Cap moved from beside the leader and pointed a gun at her. "The money now!" He shouted. The girl nodded, popping open the register.
"Ahem."
The thugs as well as the customers, looked up to see Spider-Man cling to the ceiling. "Now, that's not nice Mr. President." He called, flicking a web line at his gun. With a yank, Spider-Man sent the gun flying off. Before the thugs could react, He leaped from his perch, snapping his foot into Cap's face. "What would the people think?" Spider-Man called, slugging the Thin mask man in the face sending him into a cereal display. Spider-Man turned to the president, and shook his head. "I mean, what would your mom say?" He asked.
The thug let out a growl behind his mask and fired one shot. Spider-Man, simply stood there as the bullet stuck the wall right beside him. "She'd say you suck at this." He said, flicking another web at him. The webbing wrapped around his wrist, yanking him off his feet. Spider-Man, simply slugged him, sending him flying on to the check out stand. He looked around at everyone. "You all okay?" He asked. The customers nodded weakly. "Okay, Gotta bounce." Spider-Man called leaping on to the ceiling crawling out of the skylight window.
Spider-Man let go of a web line, flipping in mid air and landed on a rooftop three blocks away from Lakewood high. He pulled his camera that he'd set up on the stores ceiling out from his belt. He reached up pulling of his mask, revealing the sweaty face of Jamal Jenkins. He grinned at the camera. He quickly pulled his mask down and webbed the camera to the roof. He stood there in a heroic pose.
"Cheese." He said.
