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Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale... if somebody told you I was just an average girl, not a care in the world... somebody lied.

A bus filled with Midtown High's seniors drives down the street.

But let me assure you, this, like any story worth telling about a bisexual chick.... is all about a girl and boy. 

A redhead turns around, laughing.

That girl, I don't know where the boy is. That girl is the girl next door, Mary-Jane Watson. The woman who made me realize I was bisexual. The woman I loved before I even knew what love was. 

A boy wraps his arm around her, both of them grinning.

Now, if I was a liar and a man, I would say that boy was me. Hell, if I didn't get a bi panic every time I near both her and the mysterious boy, I would've liked to take his place. 

A fat man takes a giant bite of a jelly doughnut.

Hell, if I was a man, I would even lie I was him.

A brunette girl slams the palm of her hand against the window, and everyone starts laughing.

"Hey! Can you please stop the bus?!"

That's me.

"Hey! Tell him to stop! Please!" I shout, I feel like crying. 

I ended up being late for the bus because I woke up thirty minutes late, and blood had stained my underwear and pajama pants. Yup, it's that time of the month, and I'm in extreme pain.

"Stop!" I shout again. "Hey! Stop the bus!"

"Stop the bus!" Mary-Jane gets up and stomps towards the bus driver. "She's been chasing us since Woodhaven Boulevard."

"Catch a cab, Parker!" Some boy shouts at me. Then everyone sighs as the bus stops. Mary-Jane goes back to her seat as the door opens.

I get on, "oh, thank you! Thank you! I'm so sorry I'm late, it won't happen again!"

"You've been saying that since freshmen year, go sit down!" The bus driver sneers.

A paper ball is thrown at my head, and everyone laughs.

I sigh and start walking down the aisle. 

"What a geek!"

"Don't even think about it, Parker." A girl with glasses places her hands on the open space on her seat.

"You're so lame, Parker."

"Would you date her?"

The fat dude, still eating the doughnut shakes his head.

I make eye contact with Mary-Jane and smile softly at her.

Suddenly I'm tripped by one of the resident bullies and everyone burst out laughing.

---

"Midtown High seniors," Mr. Dell starts off. "No wandering. Proceed direct..." He catches a ball a student was tossing up and down. "Knock it off." The class chuckles. "Remember, it is a privilege to be here. We are guests of Columbia University's Science Department. So behave accordingly."

I notice Mary-Jane looking at me.

"Let's not have a repeat of our trip to the planetarium. Come on, people. Let's stay together. Proceed up the steps and into the building."

Mary-Jane waves. I wave back before I see her friends walk past me and walk up to her.

"MJ!" They grin.

"Where were you guys?" Mary-Jane asks.

"At the library." One answers.

"Checking out the books." The other agrees.

"Yeah, right." Mary-Jane scoffs, grinning.

I sigh and end up following my class.

A fancy car pulls up and inside is the boy I was talking about early, the boy I like, Harry Osborn with his father, Norman Osborn.

"You know what, Charles. Can we drive around the corner?" Harry asks.

"Why?" Norman gives his son a confused look. "The entrance is right there."

"Dad, these are public school kids. I'm not showing up at a field trip in a Rolls."

"Want me to trade in my car in for a Jetta just because you flunked out of every private school I ever sent you to?"

"It wasn't for me."

"Of course it was. Don't ever be ashamed of who you are."

"I'm not ashamed of who I am. It's just..."

"Just what, Harry?"

"Forget it." He exits the car. "Em!"

I turn around and grin, "hiya, Harry."

"Hey, dude. What's up?" He pats my back.

"Harry!" We turn to the voice. Holy shit- it's Norman Osborn. "Won't you be needing this?"

"Thanks, dad." Harry turns to me. "Uh, Emma, may I introduce my father, Norman Osborn."

"Heard so much about you," Norman shakes my hand.

"Great honor to meet, sir."

"Harry tells me you're quite the science whiz." He grins. "You know, I'm something of a scientist myself."

"I read all your research on nanotechnology. Absolutely brilliant." I almost fangirl.  

"And you understood it?"

"Yes, I even wrote a paper on it."

"Impressive." He says, astounded. "Your parents must be very proud."

"I live with my aunt and uncle. They are proud."

"Hey, you two!" Mr. Dells calls. "Let's move!"

"Nice to meet ya," I grin at Mr. Osborn.

"Hope to see you again," he nods.

Harry and I start walking towards our class.

"He doesn't seem so bad," I chuckle.

"Yeah, not if you're a genius. I can't tell if he wants to adopt you or have me marry you." Harry scoffs, slightly grinning.

I blush, and chuckle.

---

"There are over 32,000 known species of spider in the world. They're in the order Araneae, which divided into three suborders." Our host says.

"Wow. That's amazing," I gasp at the advanced technology here. "This is the most advanced electron microscope on the East Coast. It's unreal." Harry gives me a look then grins at my excitement.

"Arachnids from all three groups possess..." I watch as Mary-Jane gets uncomfortable with Flash Thompson, her boyfriend. "...Varying strengths to help them in their constant search for food. For example, the Delena spider, family Sparassidae has the ability to jump to catch its prey."

I hold up my camera, "for the school paper?"

She nods and as I'm about to take the photo, Flash shoves me so I don't get a clear shot.

The lady moves on so I don't get the photo.

"Next, we have the net web spider, family Filistatidae genus Kukulcania." The girls giggle. "Spins an intricate funnel shaped web whose strands have a tensile strength proportionately equal to the type of high-tension wires used in bridges."

One of Flash's friends push me as I try to take a photo and Flash laughs.

"Leave her alone," Harry says.

"Or what?"

"Or his father will fire your father," Flash grabs Harry. "What's daddy gonna do? Sue me?"

Mr. Dells grabs Flash's shoulder, "what is going on?" Everyone stays quiet. "The next person who talks will fail this course. I kid you not."

"This grass spider..."

"Let's go." Mr. Dells whispers.

".... Hunts using reflexes with nerve conduction velocity so fast that some researchers believe it almost boarders on precognition. An early awareness of danger."

"Those guys are assholes," I whisper to Harry.

"Yeah," Harry agrees.

"... A spider-sense."

Harry points to a spider, "hey, look at that spider."

"Some spiders change colors to blend into their environment. It's a defense mechanism."

He looks at me, disgusted. "Emma...." He sighs. "What the hell made you think I wanted to know that? Weirdo."

"Who wouldn't?" I ask, confused, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Over five painstaking years, Columbia's genetic research facility...."

"Gonna talk to her now?" Harry asks me, pointing to Mary-Jane.

"Oh, no. Come on," I shake my head. "You talk to her."

"Alright," he walks up to Mary-Jane.

"Armed with these DNA blueprints, we know begun what was once thought impossible." Our host says.

"Disgusting," Mary-Jane looks at the spiders in awe.

"Yeah, hateful little things." Harry agrees.

"I love them!" She grins.

"Yeah, me too." Harry lies. She just looks at him then turns back to then spiders. "You know, spiders can change their color to blend into their environment."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's a defense mechanism."

"Cool."

"Yeah."

"Transfer RNA to encode an entirely new genome," our host continues. Harry turns to me and I raise a brow. "Combining the genetic information from all three spiders into these fifteen genetically designed super-spiders."

"There's fourteen," Mary-Jane corrects.

"I beg your pardon?"

"One's missing."

"Yeah," Harry agrees.

"Huh," our host sighs. "I guess the researchers are working on that one." Our host continues the tour.

"Do you know that this is the largest electron microscope on the Eastern Seaboard?" Harry asks Mary-Jane, who looks uncomfortable.

Mr. Dells walks up to Harry and grabs his shoulder, "you were talking throughout that women's entire presentation." Mary-Jane lets out a giggle. "Let's go talk about how we listen." He pulls Harry away. "Now, I don't know what it's like at those fancy private schools, Osborn, but at Midtown High..."

I build up all my courage and walk up to Mary-Jane.

"Excuse me?" I hold up my camera as she looks at me, her face turns red a bit. "Can I take your photo? I need a picture with a student in it."

"Sure, yeah," she smiles at me.

"Great." I grin.

"Where do you want me? Over here?" She stands next to the spiders.

"Yeah, that's perfect."

"Don't make me look ugly," she chuckles slightly.

"That's impossible," I scoff, still grinning. I hold up my camera and she does a small pose, I take the picture. "Oh, that's perfect!" I tell her as I take more pictures, her doing a new pose each time.

I don't notice the spider that was crawling down its web above me.

"Is that good?" Mary-Jane asks.

"Mhm!" I take another.

"MJ, let's go!" One of her friends call as the spider lands on my hand. And she just leaves me.

"Wait! Thanks!" I call out. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my hand and flicked whatever was on it off, I look down to see a spider. I then look at my hand, where the spider bite is.

"Parker, let's do it." Mr. Dells calls out.

---

"And the Lord said, let there be light. And voila! There is light." Ben Parker says after finishing changing the light bulb. "Forty soft, glowing watts of it."

"Mhm, good boy." His wife, May Parker tells him. "God will be thrilled. Just don't fall on your ass."

Uncle Ben chuckles, "I'm already on my ass, May. When the plant's senior electrician is laid off after... after thirty-five years what else would you call it? I am on my ass."

"Hand me that dish, the green one."

"The corporation is downsizing the people, and, uh, up-sizing their profits." He hands her the dish.

"Oh, Ben, you'll get another job somewhere."

He sighs, "yeah, well, let's look in the paper and see." He grabs the newspaper and walks towards the dining room table. "There are the want ads. What do we got here?" He sits down. "Computer... Computer salesman, computer engineer, computer analyst. My Lord, even the computers need analysts these days. May, I'm sixty-eight years old. I'm too old for computers, and besides, I have a family to provide for."

"I love you," May places her hands on his shoulders. "And Emma loves you, and we all know Primrose loves you. You're the most responsible man I've ever known. We've been down-and-out before. But somehow, we survive." She kisses his forehead.

"Yeah." He sighs.

I open the door to the close and come in. I feel sick, like really sick.

"Oh! Hi, sweetie." Aunt May greets me. "You're just... just in time for dinner." She says as I close the door.

"Hey, how you doing, buddy? How was the field trip?" Uncle Ben asks.

"I don't feel well," I toss my jacket on the couch. "I'm gonna go rest." I start going up the stairs.

"You won't have a bite?" Aunt May asks, concerned.

"No thanks, I've had a bite."

"Well, did... did you get some pictures, Emma?" Uncle Ben asks.

"Hi, Emma!" My little cousins grins at me, she's nine with light brown hair and baby blue eyes. Her names Primrose, but we all call her Prim.

"Uh, I gotta crash. Everything's fine." I go into my bedroom and close the door.

Uncle Ben turns to Aunt May, "what's that all about?"

I look around my room, everything's spinning. I'm paler than paper, I think. I stumble around and land on my bed, then I fall on the floor and blackout.


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