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Spinetinglers // Caught in a Web of Terror

It was a beautiful spring morning, and I was eating a breakfast of corn flakes. When I went to put another bite of those delicious flakes in my mouth, I let out a scream the whole world was able to hear. The thing that had made me scream was a hideous, black spider, sitting on the spoonful of corn flakes I was about to put in my mouth. "Mom!" I screamed. "Come quick!"

My mother came dashing into the kitchen. "What's the matter, darling?" she asked.

I was too shocked to answer her question, because my beautiful mother was turning into a hideous-looking spider!

"Mom, what's happening to you?"

She decided not to answer that question. I dashed up the stairs and into my parent's bedroom, where my dad was getting ready for work. "D-Dad! Mom has turned into a black, hideous-looking spider!" I said. "You need to come downstairs with me right now!"

My dad, who was looking rather confused, took my advice, and followed me downstairs and into the kitchen. My mom was still there, looking at her husband and me with beady eyes. "Oh my goodness!" exclaimed my dad. "She really has turned into a spider!"

There must have been some crazy spell on both my parents, because now even my dad was turning into a spider. I ran out of my house and all the way down to the bus stop, where I realized I had forgotten to change out of my pajamas. I had to run back to my house before the bus came, so I ran as fast as my long, Olympic-like legs could carry me.

When I reached my house, I looked in the windows to make sure that my parents, who were now creepy-crawlies, weren't around to attack me. I didn't see anything. I walked up to the front door and opened it very carefully.

The coast was clear. There were no ugly little spiders crawling around my house. I ran up to my room and changed about as fast as a lightning bolt can light up the sky. After I changed clothes, I ran as fast as I could back to the bus stop.

At the bus stop, I spotted my good friend, Lucy, inching her way toward me. I couldn't believe my eyes! My glamorous friend had also turned into a hideous-looking spider. I was too afraid to ask her what was going on, so I jumped right onto the bus, which had just arrived. I ran to the back of the bus and crouched down in a seat all by myself, hoping that Lucy wouldn't see me. Lucky for me the bus driver would not allow any hideous-looking spiders on his bus.

On the way to Flyback Middle School, everyone on the bus, except me, had started to turn into spiders! I didn't know what to do, so I just crouched even lower into my seat and finally ended up on the floor of the bus.

"Maybe I'm better off down here anyway," I told myself. Fortunately, no one, or should I say not one spider, saw me hiding on the floor of the bus. I was able to make it to Flyback Middle School safely. I waited until all of the spiders got off the bus, and then I practically flew off that bus.

When I got off the bus, I ran up to the front gates of the school. (I had no idea where those spiders were.) The metal bars of the gates started to come closer and closer to me and finally wrapped their way around my body until I was gasping for air.

"Somebody help me!" I gasped. My principal, Mr. Wakefield, heard me and came to my rescue. I was so relieved that he hadn't turned into a hideous-looking spider.

I thought too soon because he then started to turn into a spider. "Oh no!" I screamed. "This can't be happening!" I finally had to work my way out of those metal bars, because my principal, who was now a spider, was not willing to help me. All the spiders that were on the bus were now all crowding around me. I could feel their hot breath on my neck.

All of a sudden I felt someone gently tap my arm. I could hear my mother's soothing voice saying, "Wake up, honey. It's just a dream."

"Oh, Mom!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around her thin neck. "I thought I'd never see you again! The dream I had felt so real!" I said, truthfully.

"It may have felt real, honey, but, of course, now you know it wasn't," my mother replied, soothingly. "Will you please come down to breakfast now, so you're not late for your bus?" she asked.

"Sure, Mom," I replied. "As long as I don't have to eat corn flakes this morning."

"What in the world are you talking about?" she asked with a confused look on her face.

I laughed. "I'll tell you all about my dream at breakfast," I said to my mom as we walked hand in hand out of my room.

Sara, 12, is a seventh-grader at Carwise Middle School in Palm Harbor.