I didn't see Josh. Psh! Big surprise there. I stretched out and changed into a pair of jeans and a Green Day tour tee shirt. I had never gone to a concert before, but I bought it off the streets somewhere. I threw my hair in a ponytail and packed all my 'super hero' stuff into a backpack

I wasn't exactly a super hero, was I? But I wasn't a bad guy either. I'm a super person. I'm a normal teenager! I mean, come on! Honestly, if you gained amazing superpowers, I don't think you would waste them being a superhero. You'd do what you wanted to! Get famous. Show off. Whatever!

I headed down to a news stand and stole a copy of The Daily Bugle. (Yes. I stole. Big deal.) And I couldn't believe what I saw. I was on the front cover! Me! The headline read, "Teenaged Girl Saves Hostages!" and then below that it read, in smaller font, "Could 'St. Jimmy' Be The City's Newest, Youngest Hero?" There was a really bad photo of me standing next to the chief. It was sort of blurry, but I guess it was all they could get.

I didn't bother reading it. I could care less what they thought about me, and by they I mean the stupid, selfish, ignorant people of New York City (No offense if you live in New York City).

I wanted more. I loved this publicity. I loved it. It was an amazing feeling. You know what, I think it's time to really get well known around here! I ran down an alleyway and changed into my black outfit. I threw my normal clothes in my backpack and zoomed off. Wearing a mask felt so cool!

I waltzed into the offices of The Daily Bugle as if I was a normal person. It was funny to see the stupid looks on their faces. I went up to a desk. A brunette was sitting there. She had a little too much make up on. I read her nametag.

"'Ello, Betty Brant! I'd like an exclusive interview!"

"W-what?"

"Yeah. With J. Jonah Jameson. Now, if he's not too busy."

"Hold on...don't go anywhere!" She squealed.

She went and opened the door. A man cursed her out for a bit, then realized I was there and hushed me in.

There was cigar smoke everywhere. Yuck, man. He was a blockhead. Looked like he loved 2 things in life: A good story and money.

"Ms. Jimmy! How wonderful to see you."

I shook his hand.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Would you wait just a few minutes, please, Ms. Jimmy? I need my photographer and tape recorder."

I nodded and slouched back in a swivel chair. I started spinning around like a three-year-old. I got dizzy and had to stop soon, though.

A hott nerdy guy walked in with his camera. He had glasses, and wore a nametag, too.

Peter Parker. Photographer.

He shook my hand, too.

"Okay! Okay! Let's get settled! Now, what would you like me to call you?" Jameson asked.

"Jimmy's fine. Whatever."

"Okay. Now, just answer the questions. I'm gonna make 'em up as I go since you didn't give me much notice."

"That's how I roll."

Jameson cleared his throat.

"Jimmy, welcome to The Daily Bugle. When did you decide to give us this interview?"

"Like a half hour ago, when I saw me on the cover of your paper. I figured I'd give you the real scoop."

He nodded. "If I may ask, how old are you?"
"Sorry. I'm not stupid. I'm not giving out too much info here, J.J."

He gave a disappointed look.

"Okay then. How did you get your powers?"

"Honestly now, I have no idea. One minute I'm walking down the street, and I start floating!"

I heard a click! noise. I forgot Peter Parker was there.

"Why did you decide to be a hero instead of a villain?"

"Okay, this is what I really wanted to say. Put this on the cover, if you can. I do not want to be a hero. I don't wanna be a bad guy, either. I'm just me. I figure I'll help both sides so I don't have an enemy."

Jameson looked taken back. "So, what happened with Electro?"

"I helped him. I let him escape after calling him dumb for a little while. I let him get away, but on the account that no one was to be harmed. Once innocent people get hurt, I go nuts."

"How long have you been at this? Being a super...you."

"A few days." I said.

"Have you met any super persons besides Electro."
"Ooh yeah. I met Dare Devil...he's got a grudge against me through. I don't like him either. And I met Spider-Man! Oh god! Is he awesome!"

"Awesome?" Jameson asked.

I noticed Peter Parker pay close attention to me now.

"Yeah. He's funny, smart, and I mean...come on, he's THE Spider-Man! What didja expect him to be like?"

"He's crazy!" Jameson bellowed.

"Nah, you are, J.J. So, please stop printing offensive stuff about him. He's my 'friend'. Okay?"

"Or what?" He said angrily.

I melted his chair, so he fell hard on the ground and hit his ass. I held in the laughter.

He got up quickly and brushed himself off. Peter Parker was hysterical.

"Shut up, Parker! Now Jimmy, you have laser vision, what else can you do?"

"Fly, super strength, super speed, and this pycic..."

I stopped there. I'm not about to tell this guy that I can't control some of my powers.

"Yes?" He asked. "Continue, please."

"I...I need to go. I'm sorry...there's someplace I need to be."

As I got up, I saw Peter Parker raise an eyebrow. He smiled and nodded as if he knew why I was leaving. It gave me chills.

Well, With that, I leaped out the window. First I made sure it was open. If it was closed, that would not be good. No, that would hurt. A lot. I'd probably bleed.