I wrote this a couple years ago. It's really bad and there's probably a ton of errors :)


A Poem book

Of all things, I remember when I had wings.

I could soar through the air, without the slightest care.

With the kid next door, I fought a war.

We struggled to save all of mankind, by fighting evil we would find.

It was Spiderman and I, the heroes that would never die.

Mason still wore those old Spiderman suits,

as though it were winter,

and those were his only pair of boots.

I later found out about Mason's disease, that he had covered with such ease.

He wasn't expected to live past twenty, never having a chance to make his own money.

It was called Huntington's Disease or HD, that he had been diagnosed with since he was three.

The ability to move limbs, swallow, think, and talk would diminish to nothing, he could no longer walk.

Everyone was sure that Mason would die, when I first learned of it, all I could do was cry.

The disease would slowly get worse over the years, the only thing he had lost was his legs, still everyone shed tears.

He was the only one who seemed to think, that he would not follow his mother to the brink...

Mason acted like Spiderman, never doubting that he can.

We were in high school, and everyone thought he was a fool.

No one talked to him in special ed class, he was ignored, like a patch of brown grass.

Though; everyone described him as nice, one who overlooked himself, who would sacrifice.

Mason went to the back of the lunch line, taking leftovers, giving others more time to dine.

He would go out of his way to make one smile, he would go out of his way, go the extra mile.

The other teenagers might not have considered him cool, but Mason Fambed was no fool.

I was just an average teenage girl, my mob of hair straightened to eliminate every curl.

I was quiet and shy, respectful, and would never lie.

Smart for my age, I had gone through a reading stage.

I'd known Mason as long as I could remember, we used to play together in the leaves in September.

He had always lived next door, and we played every afternoon from two til four.

Mason was my best friend, we were like steel you just couldn't bend.

We stuck up for each other, took care of one another.

Our houses only a block away, we walked to school everyday.

His parents gone, mine at work before dawn.

We were the best each other had, when our days were pretty bad.

I asked Mason if he wanted to see Spiderman three,

Of course he did! So I asked if he was free.

He got all wound up,

flailing his skinny arms, spilling his hot chocolate cup.

"Whoa! Calm down, Mase. Don't get the wheelchair in a fight,

we still have to ask your grandma if it is alright."

Mason gave me an annoyed glare,

then settled back down in his wheelchair.

"I doubt she'll let me go!

She always says 'stick to the status quo,'"

He had said, doing a great imitation of his grandma.

I laughed and said, "Well, I'm sure Spiderman will get there without a flaw."

Mason smiled. "What time we going anyway?"

"Opening day: the first Saturday of May."

His face fell and he sighed before responding, "Then, I can't go.

I heard the old lady next door say she would be gone that day. I was going to mow."

"Mow? Do you even know how?" This was nothing he had never talked about.

He shook his head. "But her grass is so long, so I thought I could figure it out."

I frowned, knowing he could not.

"Friday. That's when you should mow her lot."

"She'll see me and feel like she has to pay me."

He exclaimed. "No. Spiderman does his work for free."

Mason wanted to go very badly, but he simply said he'd rather be on a mission,

than going to the movie theaters to get admission.

He said that was what a true hero would do,

so, we decided we would go Thursday at two.

It started out as a normal day,

Mason and I going to school,

Mason mumbling on about what Spiderman would say,

When we heard Dale and the other boys who thought they were cool.

Dale and his friends were walking towards us,

Dale yelled, "Hey guys!"

Josh was making a big fuss,

"Hey! How are you?" Mason shouted to the boys full of lies.

I ignored them and had grimaced when Mason spoke.

"Aww!" Jacob cooed.

"Rebecca, you scared of a few friendly folk?"

"Yeah! Won't Spiderman defend you?" Dale asked, while Jacob booed.

"Leave us alone, now!" I said, trying to sound cool.

"Why?" Mason had to ask.

"Yeah! Why, you little fool?

I'll finish this task."

I rolled my eyes.

"You think that makes you sound tough?"

Dale, Jacob, and Josh began to sigh.

Jacob shouted, "Well, Dale is pretty buff."

"Oooh! I'm so scared!"

I shouted even though I knew it would cause much regret.

"Then, come and fight!" Dale declared.

"Guys, come on! I'm cold." Josh began to fret.

"Shut up!" Dale yelled.

I thought about taking Mason and running.

Dale kicked me hard in the shins and it immediately swelled.

Dale shouted, "Now you're not so cunning."

"Hey! Stop it right now!"

Mason boomed, rolling over to help me.

"You gonna help her, Spiderman? Pow!"

Jacob said as he grabbed the wheelchair, Mason couldn't get free.

Dale pulled my hair.

I screamed in pain.

Jacob pushed over Mason's wheelchair.

I struggled to get free and yelled in vain.

"You are real tough now, aren't you?"

Jacob screamed at Mason.

"I can't feel my hands. I'm leaving you two."

Josh shouted, only to receive a gesture from Mason.

Josh walked up to him,

shocked when Mason gave him his mittens.

"It is gonna snow. The sky is dim."

"Bye, you weak little kittens!"

Dale pushed me down;

Jacob kicked Mason in the back.

They walked away with a frown,

disappointed they cut us some slack.

I easily put Mason back on his wheelchair.

It was easy because he was so light.

"They did not judge fair."

Mason continued. "Don't they know real heroes don't fight?"

The next morning, I pushed Mason's wheelchair on a muddy trail.

(I would do anything to avoid confronting Dale.)

Mason wouldn't stop talking about how he brought his lunch,

"I packed it all by myself. It will be brunch!

I also brought leftover orange juice!"

I pretended to be interested, shoving aside branches on a nearby spruce,

It was a sight that I never expected to see,

I always thought it as likely as getting stung by a bee.

A few feet away,

a cardboard box on top of a log, beginning to decay.

Coming out of the box, there were long strands of hair.

Mason whispered, "there's a woman in there."

Mason, so filled with guilt,

made me go back to get his quilt.

When I finally returned,

Mason was sitting by the box, my stomach churned.

He laid the blanket on top of the shivering woman dressed in rags.

Then, he took off his coat as naturally as a dog's tail wags.

Careful not to wake her, he put that on top,

and I stopped.

"I have a bunch of layers under this."

Mason said before I could hiss.

He took two skinny papers out of his pocket,

which he put near her, his arm bolting out like a rocket.

He took money from his jeans,

set it near her, along with his lunch full of beans.

He asked if I had a winter hat.

I told him, "Enough chit chat!

This is the only one I got.

We have to get to the school parking lot."

He wheeled away,

apologizing and saying he would pay.

"What do you mean?"

"I gave her the movie tickets." Mason came clean.

As Mason hugged himself, I did sigh,

For I realized the claim that he was wearing lots of layers was a lie.

All I could think was I was a big fan,

and I wish we could all be more like Spiderman.

Mason and I went to see Spiderman 3.

He was so excited he couldn't stop bouncing up and down.

"Man, this is the place to be!"

He was wearing his Spiderman suit and admiring it like it was a crown.

Mason was enjoying the show,

but was upset when Spiderman turned bad.

Mason repeated every line, something was wrong though.

His words seemed slurred, almost as if it were a fad.

Then, he was quiet like every other fan.

Suddenly he rapped on my arm.

"Ooow! I began.

Quickly I figured out his reason for alarm.


The man was pounding on Mason's chest,

"Calm down, Dear." a lady soothed, as she stroked my head.

At last, out came the pest.

I realized I was screaming and crying.

It seemed he said it on a whim,

Mason whispered, "What did you think? I was dying?"

I nodded and ran over to him.

I hugged him very tightly.

It felt as though we had just gone out on a limb.

He pushed me away and smiled brightly.

"You okay?" Mason said.

I tried to think of something to say.

"You're the one that was choking!" My face was turning red.

The next day, Mason didn't come like I thought he may.

My mom finally found out, that he was out and about.

When I heard he went to the hospital for a check up, I practically spilled my cup.

Mason missed class, I wondered how long that would last.

That afternoon, his grandma knocked on our door. I asked her to explain a little more.

The doctors said the disease suddenly kicked in. He now had trouble talking, moving his chin.

Mason couldn't swallow, the choking would just follow.

The doctors were doing tests, to investigate why when he was doing his best.

I went to see Mason that night.

His room was bright.

"Rahbucka! I bun waiting fur ooh."

He was way worse. "I wanted to see you too."

"Sssorry I couldnet wald do scool wid you daday."

"Trust me. It's okay."

"I god worse. Way worse.

I dound like a herse."

I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"I know." I was calling.

Everyday Mason got worse.

It was like a curse.

Just two days later, Mason had to eat through a tube.

He complained it was disgusting food.

One day I found my mom and Mason's grandma talking,

I stayed around and hoped they wouldn't notice me stalking.

I could tell it was something bad, from the way my mom was getting sad.

I finally asked what was the matter,

and they immediately stopped their continuous chatter.

"Mason is going home."

My mom said while nervously brushing her hair with a comb.

It hit me hard,

I felt like running anywhere except home on that boulevard.

"How long does he have?" I whispered through tears.

No one answered, one of my great fears.


My mom finally whispered, " no more than a week." Then, pouted.

I burst into Mason's room,

which now seemed full of gloom.

"You told me you wouldn't die, you big dope."

"I na-new I would. I jus wanded ooo do hab s-some hope."

"Noo! You meant it."

By now I was bawling and throwing a fit.

I couldn't stop myself from yelling.

"You can't go home!" I found myself bellowing.

"The doctors will save you." My voice loud and sure.

He whispered, "Rubucca, th-there is n-no... cure."

Mason went home that evening,

it was hard to see him leaving.

He slept on his bed and I slept on the floor.

Nothing was the same anymore.

I was telling him about times we played together,

he didn't remember, but I would forever.

"When I die, will you remember me?"

I responded, "As often as I see a tree."

"J-just d-don't d-d-dwell.

Th-that's how I'll t-t-tell."

I choked back my tears so I could say, "Tell what?"

"Th... that I ma-ma-made a dibberance." he said and I struggled to keep my eyes shut.

I knew if I opened them, I would start bawling again.

"You did..." I began.

"You are the nicest person I've ever met,

the greatest gift I'll ever get."

It was quiet then, except my soft sob,

"If ooh doesn't dwell, c-cuz you would r-rather make pe...people happy, den I did my job."

"W-will you do sombing for me?"

Mason asked as if full of glee.

"Yes. What do you want me to do?"

"Take over b-b-being Spid-derman, and you c-can have the suit doo."

"No way! you should keep it."

He didn't say anything, so I added, " It won't even fit."

"It is not the suit that makes you Spiderman anyway.

Just do your best, okay?"

I could never be as good as Mason, though.

He fell asleep before I could wiggle my toe.

The next morning Mason's grandma woke me up,

and I immediately shot up.

"Mason!" she kept shouting.

She was crying and moaning and you could tell she was doubting

Because of heart failure, Mason died that night.

He had not gone down without a fight.

I started crying and shaking him,

but I may as well have put one hundred pounds on my back and tried to swim.

Looking back, that was probably the darkest time of my life,

continuing to cut me, like a sharp, sharp knife.

I didn't talk for days,

the words were coming, but with too long a delay.

I cried myself to sleep for a long time,

climbing a mountain that took way too long to climb.

Then, I remembered what Mason had said,

and quit feeling sorry for myself in my head.

No one could explain why everything happened so suddenly and fast,

but everything good comes to an end at last.

I figured out what Mason meant,

when everything in my world seemed bent.

Spiderman couldn't punch through a wall,

or swing and save someone before they fall.

But, he was a hero all the same,

he made people happy, that was the point of the game.

He used the talents he had

to make sure no one was sad.

There could be many heros, everyone can do it,

unfortunately, some people just quit.

So, Spiderman, take off your disguise,

for underneath it, a hero lies.