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"Okay, let's do this one last time.
My name is Amelia Morales.
My father, Miles Morales, and my mother, Gwen Stacy, were bitten by a radioactive spider, and I've been their daughter for 15 years. I've had spider powers since birth, and my biggest dream is to one day become a real Spider-Girl. Right now, I can patrol with my family, but I don't participate in missions unless it's extremely urgent. I'm sure you know the rest.
I've gone on patrol with my family and helped people, I've fallen in love with the sweetest girl in the world, I've made incredible inventions, then I've gone on patrol with my family and helped people again, and again, and again.
And I've also designed a prototype Spider-Man suit that can give you all the powers in the world at once, even time travel, which is still under development...
In short, I have a wonderful but slightly overly anxious family, a wonderful girlfriend, and extraordinary gadgets." After all this, as Amalia Morales, I still desperately want to be Spider-Girl, the daughter of Spider-Man and Spider-Woman, and I deserve it. I will do everything in my power for it.
(Time skip)
In a cold, dark alley, my normally curly and voluminous hair was soaked in the rain, and I lay on the ground, hopelessly leaning against a wall, crying. It was my fault, it was all my fault. I don't care what they say, they can say it wasn't my fault all they want. I lost her, I lost the girl I loved forever.
"I wish I had never wanted to be Spider-Girl." To be continued ...