My night starts off with designs and designs of costume ideas. 'Hey, I have powers. Maybe I can use them to get some extra money or I could help out around the city when I'm not busy' I start thinking of endless possibilities of what I'm gonna do with my powers. I was filling up my trash can with failed designs but I was determined to make this costume tonight. After hours of thinking and drawing, I finally sketched out a drawing that suited me. I get the suits and the scissors and start cutting out the fabrics in perfect shapes making sure not to screw up anywhere. Once I get the layout of all the fabrics, I get to sewing. I never new how to sew so I was very confused. I decided to start sewing something not related to the costume to make sure I don't mess up when it comes to the real deal. As I'm practicing, I start becoming grateful I did because it's a disaster. The stitching was uneven, one side was stitched tighter than the other, and knots were forming. But after practicing for a good thirty minutes, I finally get the hang of it.
I go to my costume bits and get two pieces that I know are gonna be sewn together. I begin to sew them both together and it starts turning out pretty good. I'll admit, the stitching wasn't perfect but it wasn't any big mistakes that wouldn't go unnoticed. I sewed the entire costume together which took me another couple hours to make sure everything was looking decent. By the end of it, I added some web design all throughout the costume and it was finished. My mask was not done because I ordered some lenses online that doesn't allow anyone to see in but I can see out. I decide to wait until the lenses come in for me to actually do anything because what's a hero without his mask. I smile with pride at the incredible work I could do in just one night. My thoughts are interrupted by my alarm going off.
"I've been working all night?" I ask myself thinking it was just a few hours of work, not an entire night. I quickly change into different clothing and wash my face and head downstairs. I greet my loving uncle and aunt and go to the table and eat my breakfast they had set out for me. I'm not able to finish the eggs Aunt May cooked for me due to how much she gave me and how I just wasn't really that hungry. "Thank you Aunt May, your eggs were delicious." I go over and give her a quick hug and give the same to Uncle Ben. I grab my backpack and head out the door and head for school.
On my way to school, I start thinking about names to call myself. 'The Human Spider... The Wall Crawler... Mr. Arachnid...' my failed names continue all the way until get to school. "Spider-Man" i say quietly as I think of it. "It's perfect!" I say louder than intentioned. I ignore the weird looks and stares people give me and I head to class. I sit down but I'm to busy thinking about my costume to listen to the lecture from our teacher. Before I know it, class ends. I stand up and rush out of the class but am stopped just before I would've certainly ran into Gwen and knocked down all her books. My thoughts go back to the alley way and the bullet I some how dodged instinctively. It's like I had this sixth sense that warned me of danger or possible harm. My thoughts cloud away everything else that's going on and I realize Gwen was trying to tell me something. "Okay?" she asks me and I had no idea what she said... "Okay." I reply back acting like I knew what was going on. She smiles at me and says "Great, see you later." She walks off smiling and I can't help but feel so confused. The rest of the day goes off with me trying to remember what on earth she said to me.
I decide to forget about it and head off home. As I'm walking, my eye catches and add that says "10,000 Dollars To Whoever Can Beat The Vicious Hulk Hogan!" A light bulb goes off in my head as I decide I'm gonna sign up for it. My lenses were scheduled to be in by around tomorrow or the day after and the fight is in five days so I'm good to go. I head home, happy as ever knowing that soon, my aunt and uncle won't have to worry about money problems with the help of me.