Chapter 21- And so it begins...

The rest of the week repeats of what happened on Monday. Same old stuff in education, same old conversations and gossip at lunch, same old routines, nothing new.

Everyday, we keep telling the rest of the gang that Otto is real, but they thought we were just kidding or ticking them off. But it doesn't matter. We're a bunch of girls who likes Otto or at least someone from Spiderman.

And everyday, Otto would come and visit after school wearing his trenchcoat and pushing an ice cream cart, selling kids ice cream or chips.

And he would tell me that he would come home by 6, in time for dinner. I was surprised at first, but by the time he went home, but we didn't make a big of a deal. Otto didn't shave that morning, which is why he has a goatee on, and he's still a grown man that needs to make a living.

"I wonder why you didn't want any ice cream?" he asked me this Tuesday. I shugged.

"I didn't have any money?" I replied. He took it up and understood.

"Okay, fellas, you know the drill. Here's the plan." That same guy in the trenchcoat said in a crowd of thugs. They're going to do something that's unlawful, and it takes a lot of planning, especially with a plan like this.

The guy gulped and took out a local map of a local school...

"Alright," he said, pointing around the map, "here's what we're going to do."

Can you guess what's going to happen? You'll find out soon enough...

On the Friday morning of that same week Otto was here, I was awaken by a sweet aroma of pancakes. I immediately got up from my bed, since I was real hungry, and I began to put on my slippers and make up my bed.

When I got into the kitchen, everyone was awake, all surprised to see that the person cooking up breakfast was mom, it was Otto!

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" He said when I walked in.

It's a really neat trick, Otto had all four of the tentacles fix us our plates. Otto did the batter and flipped the pancakes and Dally got out plates for everyone and made orange juice for everyone, including for Otto. Gammy made scrambled eggs and passed it out to every plate, and Albany put syrup and Beck put butter on the pancakes once they were on the plates.

And Otto looks like he has spent time on them, because the kitchen was a mess, and Otto was covered in pancake batter. I began to giggle.

"Geez, Otto, no need to turn into a gourmet chef here." I said.

"Well, I didn't know how to cook pancakes, until your mother woke up and saw the mess I made, and gave me a few pointers. Do they look okay?" some of them were beautifully made, some made my mouth water, and just some were burnt. Otto pretty much gave each of us a combination of all three.

"Um...okay, yummy." I, for some reason, said it in a way I never meant to, but I was really eager to try something Otto made. Unfortunately, he was not convinced.

"Whatever you don't eat, give them to me." He said nervously. But when it cam out, it wasn't right, the way it was said, and Charles and me laughed.

"Otto! I-it's fine! I mean it! Besides, I hate to waste food, since I know that someday this world will run out of food..."

For the rest of the morning, I did my regular routine, get up, eat breakfast, get dressed, brush hair, brush teeth, pack school stuff up, watch a little TV, get to the car, etc. Otto said he was off today, since he said that he was sharing his ice cream cart with the first guy he spoke to.

"When I met him, I asked him where he got the job, and he told me," Otto said earlier this week. "But when I was going to sign up, it was required that I have a high school diploma for a full-time job, and I acted as if I needed the money real bad. This guy that explained to me offered that if I do most of the week, we could split the paycheck in half, and he could do the weekends."

Mom offered Otto all our allowance money if he cleaned the house whenever he get bored in the house, and at first I objected, but I didn't really care, because I'm waiting until high school where I could get a job.

When I got to school, I met off with the gang in the hallways, as usual.

"What's up guys. Guess what? Otto is hot!" I said, opening my locker.

"If I had a quarter for every time I heard that, I'd be rich," Amber said, grinning.

"Heh, I wonder what would happen if Electro fights Doctor Octopus?" I said, getting my stuff out my locker.

"No, picture this--- Electro wearing the tentacles!" We both giggled at the thought.

"No, how about Spiderman, with the tentacles!" Alice and Lizzie joined the conversation. We all laughed.

"Yea, I could picture what Jameson would put in the Daily Bugle's headlines, 'Menace really looks like a spider! Was added 4 more extra arms!'"

And we were kidding, just like what friends mostly do. Just like what our classmates do. Just like what the cheerleaders do with each other or the nerds do with each other or what jocks do with each other or even the higher level A students do with each other.

We're a colorful group, really, because I'm a jock, Amber's the A student, Lizzie's the gothic-type, Elise's the jewel magnet (well, you did say you wear lots of jewelry...), and Alice is just...Alice, herself wearing funny top-hats to school.

And we all have something in common, we all like to go to and read or write fanfics of the Spiderman universe. Some of us are real big fans of Otto himself.

And I was graceful, because not too long ago, I was hanging out with crowds that aren't even interested of the red and blue tights superhero.

I didn't hav ethe whole gang with me in ll my classes. I have some in different other classes, but not altogether. We all had each other in lunch, but other than that, I have them all in history.

We're doing this history research project on World War II, and the class was in the computer lab, researching useless information, when we already studied it in the 5th and 6th grade.

The 8th grade computer lab was separated in two rooms, one for each classes. We're in the far room, the one away from the school but close to the windows and outside.

We sat next to each other in the computer lab, and even though we weren't supposed to, we went to fanfiction dot net and read up a couple of stories. We even entered our Chatroom. We had our fun, until Ms. H, the history teacher, got us busted and we went straight back to work.

"This suck," Lizzie said, "I wished they had something like study hall or something, where we could have our fun in the computer during school."

"I think they have something like that in High school, do they?" I asked. They all shrugged.

And while we work, I didn't feel like doing my work for some reason (its unusual), and I couldn't help but utter a small sketch of Otto on my notebook paper and watch the outside window in a bored position. But as I notice as busy cars travel through the busy street outside, I saw that 4-5 dirty minibuses enter the school grounds, going in opposite directions...

The guy in the trenchcoat got out the minibus, armed with a rifle, as soon as the minibus parked. He and a small group of his followers entered the school, each holding guns. You'll find that the guy is familiar, him with blonde yellow hair and dark freckles.

If you look closely, even if you never saw him before wearing a trenchcoat, you'll find that he has something to do with Spiderman...yet, he doesn't even remember if he had a past encounter with the webhead.

He and the guys aimed each staff member and kid in sight, and the other 4 minibuses that housed other thugs covered every other exit, and then pretty soon, the whole school is on crisis...

"W-what do you want?" The principal asked, stuttering.

He looked at her eye-to-eye. "A phone."

The principal, in fear, gave the guy the phone, and he dialed a number in it. As soon as the receiver picked it up, and you could hear a female voice from the other end, "911?"

"Ma'am, I would like to say that me and my buddies are holding a whole school down the line," he said with a sly smirk, "and we promise not to harm a hair on these innocent kiddies if you make the deal."

To be continued...

Next: Session

sorry if it was short! (Blame school)

Can you guess who this guy is? I read him up in my new Spiderman ultimate guide, and he had played an important but short part that made a huge turn point to Peter's life. Take this as a hint.

And can you guess where I got the school raid idea from? If you guessed right, I would like to say that this plot is a dedication for all those sacrificed in that Russian school. This is my take on what would happen if Otto knew one of them and was held captive. I dunno, if you think the plot's pathetic, you tell me. I'll promise a bloody chapter if you like.

And I'd like to thank everyone for their reviews. For the past weekends, I've been dead. But I'm ressurected to write some more! (Man, these days, everyone's not posting as fast as they use to!)

And Stray, when you tried and give me your email address, the thing won't show up. It wasn't the typo, it's that they won't allow links in the fics or reviews. Is it yahoo, msn, or whatever? But if you want to ask me a question, go ahead and use the email that was given in my bio. :P

I'm shutting up now. Zip it. (Zips lip)