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that way I know if people actually read this story.

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Chapter 5

3 weeks later

I was running.

My usually short golden-brown hair now long and flowing streamed out from behind me, twisting in the wind.

I leapt forward, pushing my hands onto the ground below and flipped, hitting the dirt running.

No…not dirt.

Concrete.

Up ahead was a large glass windowpane.

I slowed to a stop, turned, and looked at my reflection.

All I saw was a glowing purple light, and then-

I gasped, sitting up in bed as my alarm rang defiantly.

My hair!

I reached up and ran my fingers through the mahogany locks; they ended quickly, not touching my collar.

"Phew."

With a sigh I turned and jumped out of bed, stretching before heading over to my closet.

I dropped to my knees as I searched through the mountain of new clothes Aunt May had gotten me, despite all my protests.

I mean really, how was I supposed to explain that I had as many clothes as I needed in my bottomless backpack? Yeah, so not going to happen.

I yanked out a pair of jean shorts and a simple yellow tank top, as well as a pretty sky blue jacket.

After dressing I pulled a brush through my wildly tangled locks, parted them down the middle and secured the remaining rebels with a lacy headband.

"Hey Linzy you up yet?" Peter yelled from down the hall.

I rolled my eyes and let out a short "yep!" before grabbing T.B. and heading to the first floor.

"Morning Aunt May!" I said enthusiastically as I entered the kitchen, giving her a quick hug before sitting down at the table.

"good morning Linzy! Sleep well last night?" I poured a glass of orange juice and helped myself to some bacon before answering.

"Not exactly… I had a weird dream."

"Really? What was it about?" asked Peter as he entered the room.

"Not sure. I don't remember." I finished eating and stood up."Anyway, it doesn't matter. We've got to get to school."

As I walked out the door my cousin somewhat-reluctantly followed, half a bagel hanging out of his mouth.

Heeeyyyyy!

I stopped abruptly and spun around.

"Did you hear that?" I asked him, a confused look on my face.

"Hear what?"

"it sounded like…"

Kass. My mind finished, but that's impossible.

Kass didn't follow me into this world, and I haven't been able to get a hold of her cell phone.

"Um, it's nothing. Never mind." I shook my head and continued down the road.

The school bell was about to ring when we arrived, so Peter and I went our separate ways and decided to meet up for lunch again, since I had yet to make any friends besides his own.

(M'kay, I know that in the actual episode the spidey

calendar hints that the first episode takes place in July.

For my purposes I'm changing up the dates just a smidgen

to help my poor befuddled mind keep things organized.)

It was during home room that I overheard an interesting conversation between a brunette and a really tall guy.

"… yeah, I guess that's true, but it's kinda strange; all he talks about is that spider-man character."

As soon as I heard the girl mention Spiderman I inconspicuously moved closer and took a seat behind them, leaning over my book as if engrossed.

"So what if the guy is a bit… unconventional. That spider's been around for almost a year now, and he's already saved hundreds of people's lives. Jamerson is a fool to say he's a menace…"

after that I started to tune them out.

Almost a year?

This time I wasn't just sent to a different universe, I was sent back in time!

No wonder I haven't met the team… even spidey hasn't met them yet!

Well, unless he has… I really need to check the dates.

I reached over and pulled my laptop out of T.B, made sure the multi-universe internet (don't ask. I don't know how that happened either, but it's sure helpful.)was on, typed in 'what day did fury recruit spider-man', and waited for the results.

When they didn't look promising, I looked for the original air dates of the first episode in the series, 'great power'.

I glanced at the date.

April first, two thousand and twelve.

Biting my lip, I turned to the classroom calendar.

March 28th, 2012.

I paled.

Three days.

Three days before the beginning of the series- and there is no way I am going to be able to exit this world without messing something up.

My head hit the keyboard.

What is it other kids say? Oh yeah- I'm screwed.