Also My Hero's Journey

This is my life . . . chaotic, stressed, and I cannot pay my rent. Yep, this is me, Spider man. You probably did not realize, but being a super hero is hard. Perhaps you wanted to become one. Sometimes though, I wonder why I had to become a super hero. The only thing good about my life is Aunt May. She is the nicest person you can ever meet. She will do anything for anyone, including myself. I feel bad that she pays my rent. She has to donate some valuable jewelry and music boxes that she got from Uncle Ben.

Here is some backstory about how I became Spider man and what I did. I was in a lab with some scientists and they were trying to do an experiment that involved radiation. A spider was hanging from the ceiling. It had just landed near some radioactive materials and started dying. While the panicked spider was dying it bit me, giving me super powers, and that is how I became spider man. I first noticed the changes when a car almost ran over me! I jumped away and I clung to a wall. But no. I was sticking on it. I jumped down, and I started going to Aunt May's house, wondering what had happened to me on the street. Was I going insane? I decided that the scenario was just in my imagination. It's just not possible. When I got to Aunt May's house I was really hungry; in fact, I felt like I had not eaten for days! I decided to eat some mac and cheese, pizza, soup and basically all what was in the fridge. I thought I was just eating a normal meal, but then I started looking for more food and I realized their wasn't anymore. I started to say sorry to Aunt May, but she seemed pretty pleased and so I decided not to.

That night I decided that I was not a normal person anymore. I mean no normal person can stick to walls, jump that high, and eat all that is in the fridge. I decided to use my powers for good things. I was going to do an experiment tomorrow. I could make web shooters. I also decided I could make a costume. The only thing was I could not tell Aunt May. She has enough on her hands right now. I made it. The costume and web shooters were finished.

About Uncle Ben. He died. I feel so guilty. I had just become Spider man, and I thought it was just fun. I did not think I could help save others. Here is what happened, the next day I had heard on the news that someone was in trouble. I was in the library. I just thought it was a random person who was in trouble. But no, it was Uncle Ben. My best Uncle ever. I hurried over there and found the person who had killed him. I wanted to kill that guy, but I would have gotten in trouble and my Aunt would be devastated. I gave him over to the police. That's how I got motivated to help others. Like for example Green Goblin, Venom, Doctor Octopus, Doctor Doom, etc. Now you see why my life is chaotic and stressed.

I'm going to school today. Hopefully nothing will happen. I made it there and we had a almost perfect day. Except for the part where Sandman decided to join us. He came in demanding for money. I hid in the bathroom and changed into spider-man.

Then I heard it, "SPIDER-MAN HELP!!!!!"

I ran towards the voice, it was MJ. MJ is my girlfriend, she is the only one that knows who I am. MJ is the only one who helps me, encourages me, and tells me when there is a crime around. You see, she is a reporter and she will go anywhere to get pictures and stories for the Daily Bugle. Even when she could get hurt, or worst. I hurried over there where she was. This was the beginning of the sinister four. I was trapped, sand was all around me. It was pressing down and it was hard to breathe. Then I had a idea, I could get the vacuum! I know this probably sounds crazy to you, but its the only way. I twisted out of the sand and ran to the janitors room.

"Hey where are you going?" Sandman said.

"Going to get you out of here and to the police." I said. I found it. I grabbed it. He was right behind me.

I said, "have a good trip" and sucked him into the vacuum.

MJ said, "thanks".

" You could have gotten really hurt", I said.

"It happens, and we are on this journey together" MJ said.

With that she handed me a slip of paper. It said go to the bank and you will find who's next, signed sinister four. I said bye to her, but she said to take her too. I said fine but to be careful. Next, we had Electro and Vulture.

"Oh no" I said, they teamed up.

I think I know why too, its because of Doctor Octopus. I swinged right in. First I had to fight Vulture. This was easy. I had a device that made his wings not work. He would not let me close enough though. I had to fight first and with that I also had to dodge debris Electro was throwing at me. I decided to throw the debris that Electro was throwing at me, at Vulture. It worked! He was caught off guard. I was able to get close enough to use the device. He spiraled down saying nooooooooooooooooooo. Next up Electro. I looked around. He was not here. I walked into the building. He was not there either. With that thought he appeared right in front of me. I looked around, what could I use? He was throwing electricity at me, and it was hurting me. Everything I threw at him bounced off.

He laughed, "Can't beat me", he taunted. You will never.

What could work. The hose. If I spray him with this and tied him up he would be able to go back to jail. I sprayed him and tied him up. He was useless.That was three of them. Now the fourth one. A note fluttered to the ground. It said, Go to a place where a octopus can live. Doc Oc. The aquarium. I went there. I saw him. I did not know how to beat him. I mean he had four mechanical arms plus his two normal ones. He tried to grab me. I dodged. He must have known I was going to do that and so he grabbed me form the other side. He said, "I know I am unstoppable, and I know you cannot beat me".

He started squeezing me. He continued speaking, "I will be the one who unmasks you, and I will be famous. After I am done with you I am going after Osborn".

" Have fun with that", I said.

With that comment he brought me closer. "I will destroy you and your city. Why? Because of Osborn. You see, me and Osborn were friends once. Then that changed. Osborn started making mistakes. Bad mistakes. Do you know Martin Li? He created him. He did not test it on other things first, and because of that he turned into a monster. The good thing is I will make him serve me. We will both be unstoppable".

I did what I could do. I kicked him in the face. He let go of me. I took the opportunity and tied him up with me webs. I took his arms off of him. He was unconscious. I called the police and they said they would pick him up. Finally peace was brought to the city.

MJ came out of hiding and said, "you did great hero, you saved the world".

Peter Parker went on and fought Venom, Doctor Doom, and many, many other villains. He saved the world, even other than New York. Thank you Spider man for helping out when you are needed. Even when you risk your life to save the city.

Why People should Believe Me

When I turn on the radio at christmas time, it seems like all I hear is my song, Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer. It is so sad to hear. People laugh at my song, they say that it is hilarious and they are so glad that they can finally see me. I wrote that song because my grandma really did get run over by a reindeer. They think it is a fairytale. They think it was a joke. It isn’t. It actually happened. Same with my song I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. I did see her, I said that over and over in that song, but people again say it is a joke. I do not understand. They hear that Santa Claus is a fairy tale. I have seen him a lot. Over and over again his present to me says he is sorry that he killed my grandma, and here is a sorry present, but all I get from him is a rock, a plain old rock. Why is this world so cruel to people like me???

The Dream

I stood in front of a train. That should be the end, but then it would not be interesting. Just to warn you, I am writing this because I am bore. No other reason. So I might stop this in the middle of the story and not find it or start it again in 10 years. At least I wish. My mom always tells me, read more, write more, do something productive. There is nothing more productive for me than to sit all day on my phone or ipad and play games. I hate writing. You are probably asking, whats your name, where you hurt, do you... One question at a time. Lets start on what is my name. My name is Caspan. There. Last name is personal. "Caspan Richards!" That was my mom. Forget that last part. Anyway, where am I? I am at a hospital. Was I hurt? Yes. All your questions about me finished. There was supposed to be no answer. Of course there was one. Where was I hurt? Everywhere. I do not really care though, it's just karma. Karma that I have gotten hurt, karma that my dad died, karma that...that all of my sisters and brothers died. How they died? House caught on fire. Again karma. My mom and I were out shopping. We still don't know how the fire started. Strange... I did not think that we had any enemies, but then again we have had to stay in hiding since the fire started. My mom try's to act cheerful, but I can see worry and fear cross her face every time she hears a noise. One time in my sleep. I heard hush, hush in a creepy voice. I woke up and darkness was all around me. 2 masked creatures came out of no where. They said "do you care to join us? Or not. I never got to answer, they disappeared to quickly. I never told my mom about them though, I did not want to scare her further. I always am scared I will see them again. I see other scary creatures. Clowns, dolls, masked people. It has been getting bad. I am about to scream. Then again these are just fears I have had for a long time. Maybe my life is one big dream. I do watch horror movies, that could be causing some of the nightmares. The thing is though, I remember seeing those those masked creatures... In real life.

The Great Friend

Today is the day... Friday. This is the day I go to my moms house. I go here for the school year before I go to my dads house. I have nothing to live for, just the fact that my life is not normal and I do not know why I have to keep living like this. Going back and forth, over and over again. The only good thing in my life is Moose. He is the brightest thing in my life, my only protector. Also the only one who really cares about me. He is my dog and his breed is a Great Dane. I missed him terribly this summer. I asked my dad if he could come over, but he said no. He always says no. I still remember the day I saw him I could not resist, I took him in. He was the most funny, clumsy, and lovable dog of all time. He is is also really smart. Like at first he just watched me, but then he started doing things I started doing. Once I put my boots on to drag sticks to start a fire, and then the next time I went outside with my boots on, he dragged sticks with his teeth! I was so shocked I just stood there. But when he saw me standing there, he pushed me over to a stick so I could drag it! A normal dog does not do that. That is why I love my dog.

Life In a Box

It all started when my parents left on a big trip. They couldn't take me, so they left me with other guardians.These guardians.. well they were not exactly the nicest pair. Well let's just get to the point. I basically lived in a box. When I got on there nerves (which was like all the time) they would take me to the box, and lock me in. I could not get out. Ever. The only chance I might get is when my caretaker (an old man that was almost always asleep) would leave the door open a crack. I was a reckless child, getting revenge any chance I got. I also ran away a lot. But since it's 2041, the police catch me right away. They would just let me run away, but my parents would kill them. Well, that was until my parents died. After my parents died, they decided to "home school" me. They would teach me me, but every time I disobeyed I would either get smacked with a ruler or you guessed it, got sent to the box. As time passed I started sleeping and eating in my box. They fed me only enough to keep me alive. I was desperate, I needed to get out of there. There was no way though, only through my imagination. Was my life a dream? Would I ever wake up? After 3 years they moved me into a secret room. Here the police or really anybody could not find me. My evil guardians told the police I had run away and I was a dangerous kid. I sat there watching them, crying. Nobody would ever find me. After they told the police I had run away. They stopped home schooling me. I had to stay in my room all day.