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[center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
Note to self: make my roommates purchase for me a new alarm clock. Couldn’t they have thought of a better way for waking me up, like allowing me to just wake up naturally? No, they had to pry away at me for what had happened since I went missing. And what do I get out of it? I lose a couple hours of sleep.

Now that I was down one clock, there was only one obvious consequence of my roommates’ actions: I would oversleep. I did not use my cell phone as my morning alarm because I feared that it would suffer the same fate that my bedroom clock did last night. Heck, I was just lucky that my Spider-Senses allowed me to wake up before I slept in way past noon.

I rushed through my daily routine that I would usually do prior to my classes. I didn’t have the luxury of time to follow my regular routine. In fact even if I had started to walk to class as soon as I woke up, the class would have started before I even arrived in my seat. I had only one idea left and I knew that it was a bad one. 

In my room the, I activated the costume up function of the wristband device that I received after I up to up was kidnapped For the second time. The spider-themed red and blue costume slowly crept up my body, first replacing my shoes and pants, and then the rest of my clothes.

I pulled open my bedroom window. A cold, wintry gust blew into my face, welcoming me with its chilling kiss. Am I insane? Am I going outside during mid-January while wearing a skin-tight super-hero outfit?

Well, if I would be judged by my next actions, I would be legally declared insane. I crawled out of my window, closing it as I exited the building. I should have looked both ways before leaving my apartment window, but my spider-sense wasn’t giving me a headache, so I just assumed it was safe to leave.

With each step I made up the side of the apartment, I could fell the frigid temperature of the wall. Even through my mask, I could see my breath. Small specks of snow began to descend from the sky, lazily floating down to the earth.

Great. On the one day that I over slept (although that wasn’t my fault) and I needed to use my powers to get to class on time, it starts to snow on me. That’s Ohio for you. One day, its nice and sunny and on the very next day, we could well have a blizzard on our hands.

Well, anyways, I need to get my mind focused on my goal, getting to class. I peered down toward the street, trying to get my bearings. Once I figured out my intended path, I prepared myself for the long jump over to the neighboring building. I hadn’t tried this yet, but at least my healing factor would prevent me from dying, right? I have that going for me.

Once I made enough room for my running start, I dashed toward the edge of the building, planting my feet prior to the ledge of the building. Before I knew it, I had both legs planted on the roof of the adjacent building to my apartment.

I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. With each step, my legs felt like jelly. Did I really just do that? Did I just jump across to the building right next to my apartment? I just was standing on the roof right behind me and now I am on the other side of the street. Logic shows that I must have made the jump.

I have to admit that my next move was kind of rash and not entirely well thought out. For some strange reason, I thought it was an excellent idea to perform a forward handspring before I made my jump. It would have been cool if I actually succeeded. Well, technically, I did reach the next building’s roof. I just had to reach out and grab the ledge or I would have fallen down a few stories to the ground.

Before I could pull myself up, a black-clad foot stomped on hand, forcing that hand to let go of the ledge. When I raised my head up to see who it was, I saw a women dressed entirely in black, besides a single red hour-glass symbol on her lower abdomen.

“There’s only room for one spider-themed character in this tome.” The woman began to press down on my other hand, causing my grip to fail. One by one, each of my fingers started to let go under the woman’s pressure. It looks like I’m not going to class today.