Jeez...I must'a been out a while, 'cause when I woke up it was Monday. At least I had a good excuse not to go to school.

Spider-Man was right there at my bedside when I woke up. Why was he hanging around? He had better things to do than to worry about me.

"Hey! You're up!" He said a little louder than intended.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "We barely know each other."

He shrugged and went to tell them I was awake.

I knew why.

It's because I'm young. And he wants to watch me, make sure I don't get hurt.

I became so infuriated. I can take care of myself! Hell I can!

I got up and walked over to the window. I can take care of myself. I can! I don't need Spider-Man to baby-sit me, do I?

I flew out of the window, free at last. The breeze blowing through my hair, it felt so good.

I decided to go to school that day. It was only eight, which meant I was only an hour late. I forged a note from my mother and headed to the school, mask in my backpack.

The old lady secretary snatched the note and wrote me a late pass. Bitch. She was like, "And Go RIGHT There!" Psh. Loser.

I went to my locker just as the bell rang. I had to go to third period now. I grabbed my books for social studies and slammed the locker shut. Nikki met up with me. She was in my class.

"Hey! Where were you earlier?"

"Slept late. Alarm clock was busted."

She giggled as we walked in. We had Mr. Nap for a teacher. God, he was the coolest teacher ever. He was tall, a little chubby, and bald. But I mean really tall. He was good looking, I think he's engaged or something. But sometimes we get so off-topic we'll do no work whatsoever. One period all we did was play Pac-Man on his T.V.

He smiled and said, "Hey Kimmy."

"'Sup Nap?" I said. Yeah, that's how cool he was. We were so informal. Sometimes I called him 'The Napinator!'. It was really funny when I did.

So we sat down as he stood before the class. The desks were at each end of the room, facing each other. It was a cool setup. Nikki sat next to me, and this total hottie Matt in front of me. He was so hot. Nice, too. But he had his sports possy, and I couldn't really talk to him without being embarrassed. If I had him alone, I'd so ask him out! He had pale blue eyes, a little hint of green in them and blonde hair. He had bright white teeth and an adorable smile.

Anyway, Mr. Nap said today we were going off-topic, and talking about a current event. He pulled out a copy of The Daily Bugle. Oh God...It was about me!

My face started to flush as he spoke about 'St. Jimmy'. God, I hope no one in hear though there was a resemblance.

"This new superhero is more than big news to some people, because why...? Matt!"

"Huh?"

"Why are people so surprised about her?"

"There's finally a hott chick with superpowers?" He said.

"No. Nikki?"

"I don't know...I guess every time a new superhero comes along, people get excited."

I jutted in, "No. It's because of her age."

"Good Kimmy! She's so young! How old do you think she is?"

"A few years older than us. It's hard to tell with the mask."
Mr. Nap nodded.

Then he read aloud the interview. My face was flushing; I was just staring down at my blank sheet of loose-leaf. Please don't notice...no one notice...Nikki...she gave the nickname...god no one notice...

Nikki raised her hand.

"Mr. Nap, why doesn't she want to be a hero? Isn't that, like, good?"

"Because she wants to have fun on the evil side!" Another kid said.

"She's neutral, you idiots! Didn't you listen to the interview? She said she doesn't want any enemies." I yelled. God, why was I opening my mouth? I better shut it...

Mr. Nap spoke about how this was very courageous, considering her age.

"She's a great role model for young students." Mr. Nap said.

"But she's not a hero." I said.

"She's undecided. She's young, Kimmy, so she doesn't know what to do. She doesn't want innocent people hurt, though, and that's very noble of her, at least I think."

"We should get her to come here!" A stupid blonde bimbo girl said, pulling down her short skirt.

"Hello, she's a superhero-or whatever. She won't come here! Do you think Spider-Man, or The Hulk, or The Fantastic Four would come here?"

"She might come," I said, "If you give her a good reason to."

After class, I walked with Nikki to band. We belonged to the school band, where we could practice for our REAL band. Jamie wasn't there. I guess she was out sick, or she had better things to do at that age. Ooh, did I mention that? Jamie is actually sixteen. She just started school late because she moved here in the middle of the school year when she was like ten. So in fourth grade she was twelve. Get it? She's not left back or anything. She's mad smart!

Anyway, he band teacher, Mr. Camp, said he'd fill in for her. That was weird.

I started to jam on my guitar. I started the intro to "Having A Blast" By Green Day. Nikki gave me a weird look.

"What?" I asked, wondering why she wasn't jamming too on her bass.

"We didn't learn that one yet. How do you know it?"

I looked at the guitar.

"I don't know..."

That was so weird.

How did I get so good at the guitar, without a teacher or someone helping me?

I started to play another song that we hadn't learned yet, one by Simple Plan, and it sounded perfect! This was so weird...

I skipped the rest of school. I needed to stretch out a little. I threw on my mask and flew up higher, higher. Wow, the school looked big from up here!

All of a sudden, someone shot at me! I was like, what! Someone had a gun, up here?

I looked around for my attacker. And damn, I found it!

This girl dressed in black had a pistol! Hold on...she was dressed like a cat. She had on a black mask that covered her from her nose-up, and she was wearing this black one-piece outfit that had a tail attached. I think she could move it, too. She had a belt full of ammunition and weapons. I was like, super! She had on bright red lipstick, and her two teeth were long, white fangs! Her gloves had razor-sharp nails that could pop in and out whenever she wanted, and she seemed like she wanted them to be razor sharp right now!

"What's the big idea?"

"Nothing personal, Jimmy." She chuckled.

She shot at me again, and I flew to the side and dodged it again.

"What the hell? Who are you?"

Her gun was out of bullets.

"Looks like I underestimated you. I thought I wouldn't need to shoot so many times. I need to reload."

"Not while I'm here, sista!" I said.

She smiled, and pulled out a sticky thingy that was flaming at the top, I couldn't tell what it was from so far away. She tossed it at the school. The thing exploded into flames, and the end of the school caught fire.

She did it again.

And again.

And again.

"Go save them, Jimmy, lets see if you are really a saint."