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Hero By: Abby B., 7th grade Alright I have finished my work for the day… well okay not really. I have only finished school for the day. Now I have the 2nd identity or in other words my hero life. It. And I say “it” meaning the hero life aka part 2. Is getting old. By “old” I mean getting sick of the hero life. All I do is fly around town with my mask on. I feel like a security guard of the town. Today when I was out flying I saw the older heroes. Like superman and Spiderman. So I rushed down to say hi. “Hi!” I said in a shaken voice. “Hey kid I’m kinda in the middle of saving the world right now. Go get ice cream or something!” That was not what I was expecting especially from my favorite hero superman. I thought about what he said. It was only getting worse and worse. My face started turning red and smoke came roaring out of my ears. I couldn’t bare but to go after him. I changed my course and swooped down to superman. BAM! WAM! SHWAM! SUPERMAN WAS DOWN. My anger seemed to have gone away as I punched his face. He was really weak. I’m 12 and could still beat him to a pulp. Hmmmmmm…maybe everything in all the comics were fake. Man is he a FAIL or what. Ahhhhh…I felt so much better after beating up superman. My next jump was to Spiderman’s evil villain Professor Smith. I had spotted him with Spiderman. Of course fighting. Swoop, I pushed Spiderman away. BAM! WAM! SHWAM! He was on the ground begging me to call his mommy. I loved watching him beg. Now I had to go home. My shift was over. The next morning I woke uo to mom and dad screaming. “Mom, dad what the heck are you doing?” “Screaming over the fact that our baby is officially a hero!” Not hearing what they said I said “OH my god guys shut up trying to sleep up” I stopped “what did you say?” “we said our baby is a hero!!!” In amazement I scream at the top of my lungs. I raised my hand and pointed to the sky with the other hand on my hip and said “I’m a hero!!!!” ……..The End..……
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