The Arachnoids-Prologue

                Arachnoid: Resembling or related to an arachnid. If you were to look the word up in the dictionary, that’s one of the definitions you would get. But this is what I think of the word: Arachnoid: A person who is bitten by or stung by an arachnid, usually gaining something from this experience, either good or bad.

                I was bitten by a spider when I moved to my new house. At school, my friends would call me Spider Woman as a joke, but I felt like there was more. I can’t climb up walls, or shoot webs out of my hands. Okay, maybe I can, but not like Spider Man. I’m what you would call a shifter, I guess. I change into a spider when I feel like it, and sometimes when I don’t want to. Anything wrong with that? Yeah, I guess you would say. Just imagine, being in a girls locker room, surrounded by arachnophobes. All of the sudden you turn into a spider, oh not just any spider, but a black widow. Screaming and shoes trying to squash you. Absolutely horrible. Luckily, I escape every time, but it’s still torture.

                So maybe, I guess it’s pretty cool. I communicate with arachnids and can make them do things. It’s pretty awesome, to come to think of it. I enjoy this more than I thought I did. Well, I guess this is all I ever asked for and more, even though I never asked for this nasty bite.