[Abigail: Spider Girl] My family only just moved into the little house down the lane last week, the windows still bare and boxes stacked high inside.

(I slowly walked alongside my Mama and Papa as we approached your house. A neighborhood party is being hosted in the backyard. I wanted to go home, to hide away from all the stares and questions.)

When my parents reached the gate we were greeted by your parents. They ushered us towards the party.

The scents of barbecue and baked goods mingle in the air as I slip through the gate, my bare feet silent on the grass. The other children have yet to notice me, too caught up in their games. My spinnerets twitch nervously, longing to spin a web and hide away. But I promised Papa I would be brave.

Your parents point you out to me, already sitting and eating your food. I prepare my plate and begin to walk toward you.

(Steeling myself, I step out of the shadows and wave a tentative hand toward you.)

(My voice trembles like a moth's wings. I wanted to cry as I waited for your response.)