The Everyday Superhero

Everything changed when a box of cereal shot out of the cupboard and hit me on the head.

‘Ouch! Mum?’

Mum snatched the box and shoved it in the cupboard. ‘Too many preservatives!’ she snapped and left the room.

 

Then, I was at my Grandparent’s bookshop, when Dad yelled. ‘Out the back!’

‘What’s up?’

‘Now!’

I rain to the staircase and stopped.  ‘Dad, where are my legs?’

‘You need to get more sleep!’ he barked and rushed off.

 

Later, I was tidying bookshelves when my head bumped the roof. ‘Aaargh!’

I grabbed the shelves. They collapsed.

Nan dug me out.

‘Nan?’

‘All 9-year-olds float on the roof at some stage.’

‘No, they don’t!’ I said. ‘What’s happening?’

‘I’ll get your parents.’ Nan said and closed the shop.

 

Upstairs, Dad stirred the hot chocolates, while Mum talked. ‘Billy, our family has superpowers!’

‘Superpowers?’

‘Yes, invisibility, flying, mind control…that sort of thing.’

‘Only on your mother’s side.’ Dad grumbled.

‘You’ve inherited blue eyes from your Dad, and superpowers from me.’ Mum beamed.

‘Nan has powers too?’

Nan nodded.

‘Grandad?’

‘Yes, Champ.’

I stared at Mum. ‘You are always the one getting the football off the roof.’

‘Quite right.’

Dad rolled his un-super eyes and placed the cups down.

‘Nan, you do disappear when there’s washing up.’

Dad coughed a little.

‘And Grandad, you do like wearing underpants on the outside of your clothes.’     ‘Nothing to do with his superpowers,’ Dad mumbled.

‘David!’ Mum snapped.

I started imagining my friends’ faces…

‘Billy, before you start imagining your friend’s faces…

Mum was good!

‘…world-domination isn’t for our family.’

‘It’s not?’

‘World peace is out too.’

‘It is?’

‘We don’t even “save the day”,’ she added making quote marks.

‘What can we do?’

‘We use our powers for everyday things – finding socks, shoes, keys…’

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

‘…returning hats…’ Mum continued.

Visions of rescuing people from burning buildings faded quickly.

‘We have superpowers and can fly, but all we do is return hats?’

Her voice softened. ‘Small “super” acts can make a big difference!’

‘Seriously, that’s it! No capes, masks or cool light signals?’

Mum sighed. ‘Late last Century, some superheroes became obsessed with being more super, than hero. Flamboyant costumes, flashy antics and even secret identity-selfies took prominence over justice and compassion.’

‘Some wouldn’t wear the same mask twice!’ Dad added.

‘The Agency made cuts, reshuffled and our family become the Everyday Superheroes.’

‘We used to be in accounts!’ Grandad said.

‘Some still fight crime. But, not us. Anyway, you’re not allowed out after dark.’

‘So, we’re the most boring superhero family ever?’

Mum emptied the cups. ‘You’ll need training!’

‘Where? An underground cave? Secret laboratory?’

‘The bookshop.’

‘No!’

Nan grabbed my hand. ‘Billy, this is no ordinary bookshop.’

‘What do you mean?’

I followed Nan downstairs to the antiquities section of the shop. She pushed a large, dusty book. A trapdoor flung open.

‘That’s what I mean.’ Nan said.

I looked down and gasped.

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