To the tune of 'Taking Care of Business'
There's a fire sale today
and no matter what they say
there's 'gonna be another one soon!
Blockbusters and Borders
didn't get too many orders
So they are going to ruin!
Saying
Going out of Business, Every day!
Going out of Business, every way!
Going out of Business, Bail us out!
going out of Business, Lets hear you scream and shout!
Heroic Newbie 3, Sam speaking
Shari is sleeping. I'm bored. John has told me about the journal she's keeping. We're close like that, I guess. Even if he is a smart alec, and I am a hot head, we've been friends since we met when I was is third grade and he was in high school.
I creep over to Shari's pack, carefully taking out the little book. I think it's my turn to tell the story.
Besides, I'm bored.
My name is Sam. I can't tell you my last name or I would have to kill you. (I've always wanted to say that.)
I'm a Hero, just like everyone else in the group. My power is a bit more unique than theirs; I can control fire. I'm writing by the light of one of my floating fire balls. I can light and put out fires at will. I can blind people or, coolest of all, make myself catch on fire without feeling anything.
We all have weaknesses, like John said. Mine is that I can't be submerged in water. As long as I'm not covered, I'm okay, but if I were to, say, jump in a lake, I would die.
I didn't notice the exchange between Shari and John that one day because I was working on my test. My grades are nowhere near as good as Johns, so I had to pay closer attention whenever a quiz came up.
As usual, after school Abby met me at the dock. It looked run down, and it had a few holes in it. Perfect cover for a super get away vehicle.
By now you might be wondering why we ever leave the bottom of the ocean. The answer is (drum roll please...)
It gets boring down there.
Really, that's the only reason. There are only 500 people in the air bubble (what, John didn't tell you about the design of the town? That's weird, he could go on for hours about the natural vent and air purifier alone!)
and only 120 of those are kids. Only 47 of those are our age. We aren't allowed into most of the farms and forests in the sanctuary, but then again, we shouldn't be going on land, either.
As he said earlier, John was the one who piloted the sub. We couldn't go home without him. So of course, when he didn't show up until three hours after school, we were worried.
We were scared when he said he couldn't take us back.
When he explained why, we just about wet our pants. Never had any of us heard of someone actually losing their power.
It was Abby who suggested that Shari could give the power back. All the way to Shari's house, John muttered about how if it weren't for Shari, then HE would have thought of that. I think we would have come up with a better plan if John had just gotten over it. Then again, when it happened to me, I didn't get over it...
As it was, we were so confused that we did the only thing we could think of.
We knocked.
All this time, I had felt like my life was in fast forward. I was so weirded out, I wasn't thinking straight. John had lost his power. It had been taken. What were we doing? We were walking right into the lair of the beast. She had taken his power, why not ours?
What would I be without my fire?
Somehow, it didn't quite click that the monster that had stolen the smarts of my best friend was just a middle school student, that she had been sitting right there, five desks away from me.
If I had followed that thought further, I might have figured it out, determined that it had been an accident, maybe she didn't know about her power. She was just as scared as we were.
I think Shari might get angry if I write the next part. She was obviously exited when this happened. I set the small book back where she had left it. I dim the lights then start to drift off...
I creep over to Shari's pack, carefully taking out the little book. I think it's my turn to tell the story.
Besides, I'm bored.
My name is Sam. I can't tell you my last name or I would have to kill you. (I've always wanted to say that.)
I'm a Hero, just like everyone else in the group. My power is a bit more unique than theirs; I can control fire. I'm writing by the light of one of my floating fire balls. I can light and put out fires at will. I can blind people or, coolest of all, make myself catch on fire without feeling anything.
We all have weaknesses, like John said. Mine is that I can't be submerged in water. As long as I'm not covered, I'm okay, but if I were to, say, jump in a lake, I would die.
I didn't notice the exchange between Shari and John that one day because I was working on my test. My grades are nowhere near as good as Johns, so I had to pay closer attention whenever a quiz came up.
As usual, after school Abby met me at the dock. It looked run down, and it had a few holes in it. Perfect cover for a super get away vehicle.
By now you might be wondering why we ever leave the bottom of the ocean. The answer is (drum roll please...)
It gets boring down there.
Really, that's the only reason. There are only 500 people in the air bubble (what, John didn't tell you about the design of the town? That's weird, he could go on for hours about the natural vent and air purifier alone!)
and only 120 of those are kids. Only 47 of those are our age. We aren't allowed into most of the farms and forests in the sanctuary, but then again, we shouldn't be going on land, either.
As he said earlier, John was the one who piloted the sub. We couldn't go home without him. So of course, when he didn't show up until three hours after school, we were worried.
We were scared when he said he couldn't take us back.
When he explained why, we just about wet our pants. Never had any of us heard of someone actually losing their power.
It was Abby who suggested that Shari could give the power back. All the way to Shari's house, John muttered about how if it weren't for Shari, then HE would have thought of that. I think we would have come up with a better plan if John had just gotten over it. Then again, when it happened to me, I didn't get over it...
As it was, we were so confused that we did the only thing we could think of.
We knocked.
All this time, I had felt like my life was in fast forward. I was so weirded out, I wasn't thinking straight. John had lost his power. It had been taken. What were we doing? We were walking right into the lair of the beast. She had taken his power, why not ours?
What would I be without my fire?
Somehow, it didn't quite click that the monster that had stolen the smarts of my best friend was just a middle school student, that she had been sitting right there, five desks away from me.
If I had followed that thought further, I might have figured it out, determined that it had been an accident, maybe she didn't know about her power. She was just as scared as we were.
I think Shari might get angry if I write the next part. She was obviously exited when this happened. I set the small book back where she had left it. I dim the lights then start to drift off...
A LDS parody
(to the tune of 'Book of Mormon Stories')
Native American text book that my teacher gives to me,
Is also about the lamanites in ancient history.
We discus the land bridge and I know they came by sea.
Given this land, until we took it violently.
Native American text book that my teacher gives to me,
Is also about the lamanites in ancient history.
We discus the land bridge and I know they came by sea.
Given this land, until we took it violently.
Heroic Newbie 2, John speaking.
There are three things you should know about me.
1. I am a super genus. Literally. (more on that later)
2. I have to hide this fact during the school day. (I have no idea why I go to school in the first place.)
3. When I am not in school, I live in the bottom of the Mariana trench, witch is the deepest trench in the ocean, at 10.91 kilometres (6.78 mi) at its deepest. It is just south of Japan, and about 2,550 kilometres (1,580 mi) long. It is not, however, the deepest trench in the solar system; that position goes to the Valles Marineris on Mars. That trench is...
Sorry. I get off track sometimes.
We are safe there. No human can get to the bottom of the trench; the pressure is too high. Until the last super genius, Shasta King, we all lived apart from each other, hiding on our own. It was risky. Some were taken in and tested for drug use. Some were flagged by the media, and were shown the horror of the obsessed news crew. A few still choose to live alone, but it is a weakness to every power. Those who can fly can not go underground. Those who are super strong are extremely ugly. My weakness is that, as you might be able to tell, my thoughts are scrambled, even if they make sense to me.
My power isn't physical like most of the powers are. I am, like I said earlier, a super genius. I have a photographic memory, a phonographic memory, and I have the Internet connected to my head. (that didn't come with the power; It came from an invention of mine; basically, it converts the electronic impulses of the computer into the electronic impulses of the human brain. )
Just in case you're wondering, my forehead is not gigantic. It is just the same size as yours. As anyone who has studied the nervous system could tell you, it is the strength of the connections from brain cell to brain cell that matter; not actual brain size. If that were not the case, then whales would probably be the dominate species.
Right. Super heroes.
Like I said before, it's hereditary, but one family doesn't all have the same power. It seems fairly random, in that regard...
But I am way off track this time. I am here to tell you about the day Shari touched me.
I have wondered, sometimes, how other people think. I have considered building a new device to find out, but I have not. The main reason? Fear. I am afraid to lose my power, afraid to be normal. I think that is the major fear of all supers. But I found out the moment our skin met. My mind slowed drastically, subjects and thoughts didn't connect the way they usually did. My mind was, however, still fast enough to determine that it had happened because of Shari. I thought that maybe, if we met again, she would take something else. I didn't know what. But I feared her more than anything in that instant.
For the first time in my life, I was sure I had failed a test. Not only had I lost my ability to process information, I had lost all the facts I had learned before. I had no idea how I would get Sam, Abby and me back to our families at the bottom of the sea. It had always been up to me to pilot the sub back home. I had forgotten how to do that, too.
I could go on, but Shari would say it was to long. I hand the journal back to her, and she looks over my work, frowns, then goes back to her corner of the cell and writes again.
1. I am a super genus. Literally. (more on that later)
2. I have to hide this fact during the school day. (I have no idea why I go to school in the first place.)
3. When I am not in school, I live in the bottom of the Mariana trench, witch is the deepest trench in the ocean, at 10.91 kilometres (6.78 mi) at its deepest. It is just south of Japan, and about 2,550 kilometres (1,580 mi) long. It is not, however, the deepest trench in the solar system; that position goes to the Valles Marineris on Mars. That trench is...
Sorry. I get off track sometimes.
We are safe there. No human can get to the bottom of the trench; the pressure is too high. Until the last super genius, Shasta King, we all lived apart from each other, hiding on our own. It was risky. Some were taken in and tested for drug use. Some were flagged by the media, and were shown the horror of the obsessed news crew. A few still choose to live alone, but it is a weakness to every power. Those who can fly can not go underground. Those who are super strong are extremely ugly. My weakness is that, as you might be able to tell, my thoughts are scrambled, even if they make sense to me.
My power isn't physical like most of the powers are. I am, like I said earlier, a super genius. I have a photographic memory, a phonographic memory, and I have the Internet connected to my head. (that didn't come with the power; It came from an invention of mine; basically, it converts the electronic impulses of the computer into the electronic impulses of the human brain. )
Just in case you're wondering, my forehead is not gigantic. It is just the same size as yours. As anyone who has studied the nervous system could tell you, it is the strength of the connections from brain cell to brain cell that matter; not actual brain size. If that were not the case, then whales would probably be the dominate species.
Right. Super heroes.
Like I said before, it's hereditary, but one family doesn't all have the same power. It seems fairly random, in that regard...
But I am way off track this time. I am here to tell you about the day Shari touched me.
I have wondered, sometimes, how other people think. I have considered building a new device to find out, but I have not. The main reason? Fear. I am afraid to lose my power, afraid to be normal. I think that is the major fear of all supers. But I found out the moment our skin met. My mind slowed drastically, subjects and thoughts didn't connect the way they usually did. My mind was, however, still fast enough to determine that it had happened because of Shari. I thought that maybe, if we met again, she would take something else. I didn't know what. But I feared her more than anything in that instant.
For the first time in my life, I was sure I had failed a test. Not only had I lost my ability to process information, I had lost all the facts I had learned before. I had no idea how I would get Sam, Abby and me back to our families at the bottom of the sea. It had always been up to me to pilot the sub back home. I had forgotten how to do that, too.
I could go on, but Shari would say it was to long. I hand the journal back to her, and she looks over my work, frowns, then goes back to her corner of the cell and writes again.
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