Ah…San Francisco, the beaches, cable cars, and the good old Golden Gate Bridge (Which I only visited once on the job). Still…it's my home and mission, but I'll get to that later.

Let's get to the "norm" teen stuff first okay?

Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy

Seventeen years old

Blonde but not a Barbie bimbo.

And…a high school reputation of…

"Dude! It's her, Gwen Stacy! Don't get in her way", Some goth guy flinched. Of course, I ignored him since I doubted goths enjoyed death.

I'm not the kind of girl who's sugar, I'm the kind of chick who makes sure a*s take a hint. I'm also the chick who makes sure bratty girls get what's coming if they test me.

I'm a bit rough, but that doesn't mean I have this reputation as the bad guy. No, I have it because I'm a bit of a Riot Grrrl Feminist, secretly sticking up for the little guys.

Screw the messed-up patriarchy! Oh, I wasn't supposed to write a full feminist speech. Although ordinary people see blondes who love pink as Barbie, I had a much different motivation from it.

This is my diary so I see no harm in admitting some things. Things like:

1. I love pink because it's a wild color when used by smart people. That was the time I realized I could use it to express my 'special' attitude.

2. I'm not gentle.

3. I write and sing songs based on my life.

4. I'm too much of a f* wild "not" punk grunge.

Apart from the rebellious rock chic, I'm also skilled at the role of moody teen among a family of aliens and reporters. Hey, Eddie and Venom can be too coddling towards me but they are aware that I'm not made out of glass. Though I can be too much of a rebel.

Local SFPD are always grouchy when they show up while I'm working. Vee and I HAD to agree to spare the scum of the city. I wish that was enough to get them to trust us.

The local news company was doing the opposite of helping Ghost Spider's reputation. Eddie Brock is the only reporter who's not making the city hate their heroes. So glad my adoptive Dad is Vee's 'Lois Lane'.

As Ghost Spider, I have to take care of certain tyrants. Like corrupt politicians, the kind that's been secretly hiring criminals. I spied on the goons and knocked them out. Holding back my attacks is a bit hard, but as long as there's no reason to arrest me, I shouldn't complain.

One time during lunch I may have said some…strong feelings about the education facility system. It's not wrong to say that we shouldn't give a crap about certain subjects that are helpful to nobody. I even said I'll stop causing riots when school starts teaching us about taxes or getting a job.

Some punk* was harassing a girl just because she was transgender. I came in like I was the goddess of karma and kicked him in the nuts, saying "Telling trans girls they need to have a pussy? By that logic, you should be trans too after that kick up your ass!"

"MISS STACY!" Mrs. Krupke bellowed in fury. I sigh in annoyance. "My office, now".

"Mrs. K, c'mon! I was helping this kid because—"

"That's not what I'm here for".

"It's not?" The kid and I asked in unison.

"I wanted to tell you that you forgot to hand in your report card".

"Oh!" Gwen took it out of her bag and handed it in. The teacher then hummed as she noticed the kidgroaning in pain.

"Both of you, detention this Friday".

I've always been this way, so rebellion nature was NOT a phase. One time when I was in third grade, my teacher gave us a test and when I handed my paper, boy was she shocked!

She had a talk with Eddie about what I wrote in the test about shark attacks:

I wrote that idiots and only idiots get eaten by sharks. And something about people needing to form gills and night vision before getting into the ocean at night. Or (the teacher said this was the most concerning) that it's karma for oil and sewage dumping.

At the age of thirteen, I became more than just 'that time of the month'. You see, I was terrified. Even Venom entered my room cautiously as I was dealing with puberty. My younger siblings tried wishing as hard as they could to not grow up once they witnessed it. I was like "You guys can't escape it. Scientists have made a lot of attempts until they confirmed it was impossible".

Being the eldest child means you feel alone since it's the first time parents have to deal with teenagers. A lot of things piss me off. If Eddie wasn't with me at the store, I would've stung Karen's eyes out for scolding her daughter for not wanting to take ballet class. I couldn't even support her as I was scolded for trying to intervene in the lives of strangers. Doesn't Eddie do that as his career? Reporters are paid to be nosy!

As I'm swinging across town, I would form slightly large webs that say stuff like:

Racists and Homophobes will be brought to justice!

So yeah…I'm trying to be the hero of Riot Grrrl nation. This freedom to be mostly myself, not being expected to be a saint, goody school girl.