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Superhero Story (need help finding a better title)

Novel By: Emmi987

"Nobody asks to be a hero, it just sometimes turns out that way."
Kimberly never wanted to be anything special. She didn't care to be a hero.
That all changed one day. It was Easter. And she never thought that would be the day her life would change. View table of contents...



Submitted:Aug 3, 2011    Reads: 33    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

"Are we there yet?"

"Not yet, honey."

Kimberly Moriz bounced in her seat, eager for the car to stop. She was on her way to her grandmother's home in Bakersfield, California, for Easter.

"Are we there now?" the twelve-year old asked again.


Kimberly went silent for about five seconds. Then, "Now?"

Her father finally parked on the street of Kimberly's grandmother's house. "Now," he said.

Kimberly opened the car door, grabbing her Easter basket, and ran to the front door. "Come on," she said, running back and pulling her parents along.

"We're coming, we're coming," Mrs. Moriz said, holding little Anna. She walked to the steps and rang the doorbell. The door opened almost immediately.

"Come in, come in," Granny M. said.

"Kimmy! Hi!" Ava said, hugging her cousin. "We're gonna play hide-n-seek!" She pulled Kimberly to the basement where the other kids were. "Kimmy's here!" Ava announced. Then, to Kimberly, she said, "I'm 'It.' We can hide, but not outside."

Ava started to count to fifty, and everybody scattered. Kimberly surveyed the house. She went to the kitchen and opened the cabinet, only to see that Marisa was there.

"Find your own place to hide!" came her squeaky voice.

Kimberly could here Ava counting. "20, 21, 22…23? 24, 25, 26…"

She went to her grandmother's room. She surveyed the room.

"28, 29, twenty-no, 30…"

Kimberly picked up a jar. It had a red liquid in it. She looked for a label. A piece of tape was on it. Some of the writing was gone, so all she saw was, SUPER HERO EXTRACT.

"41, 42, 43…"

Kimberly looked around, and then tipped the jar and drank some of the liquid. She paused for a moment, tasting it.

"47, 48, 49, 50!"

Kimberly scrambled into the closet, she kept the door mostly closed. She could hear Ava find Marisa, Leo, and Scott.

Kimberly closed her eyes for just a moment. When she opened them, she heard, "I found everyone, but not Kimmy."

"Well, it's almost time to look for the eggs," Mrs. Moriz said.

Kimberly stretched, opened the closet door, and walked out. She wakled to the kitchen.

"Kimmy!" Ava said. "Where were you?"

"A good hider never tells," Kimberly replied, yawning.

"Well, it's time for the egg hunt," Mrs. Moriz said.

Everybody went to the backyard. Kimberly had argued about who went when, and it was agreed that instead of going by every two years, that everyone was to go at the same time.

"Ready, set, go," Granny M. said.

All the kids and teens rand out to find the eggs. Kimberly and Mason grab an egg at the same time, and it broke. Mason glared at Kimberly and muttered under his breath.

The Easter festival ended about two hours later, everyone promising to be back for July 4th. Almost everyone was gone by three o'clock, except Marisa's and Kimberly's family.

Kimberly and Marisa decided to poke around in Granny M's room. They were doing that for a while, when Marisa started looking in the closet, and Kimberly looking on the desk, when Marisa squeaked, "Hey, look at this."

Kimberly walked over to the closet, where Marisa was holding a shoebox and looking inside. "What is it?" she asked.

"Newspaper clipping. Most about some superhero."

Kimberly grabbed one and read it. "Lucky 13 and Atrocious: Official Enemies?"

"Who's Lucky 13?" Kimberly asked.

"The superhero, apparently," Marisa replied.

"She looks familiar…" Kimberly picked up a paper. It was a girl with blond hair and next to that picture, Lucky 13. "Oh. My God."


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