Free The Super 4 : Dark Death by Harrison Wallace

said...um...This is a lot better than trash
place I used to live in!”
    The boys accepted my answer and carried on.
Except for the Asian kid. I saw intelligence beneath his dark brown
eyes.
    Waving a strand of black hair out of his face,
he came over.
    “Hi!” He said, “I’m Sanjit!”
    “Darryl.” I said, shaking his hand.
    “What grade are you in Darryl?”
    “Eighth.”
    “Really? Me too!”
    I was taken aback by his answer. I was sure he
was fifteen. “Really! How old are you?”
    “Twelve.” He said, in a
that-is-the-most-obvious-thing-in-the-world type of
voice.
    I was smart, but even I wasn’t twelve in
eighth grade. Sure I was in eleventh grade math and English. And in
all the other academics. Except for French. In my school we don’t
skip grades without one hundred percent in every
subject.
    “ You look older.”
    “ I know!” Sanjit said
sadly.
    “ Why are you sad?” I asked,
astonished that this was bad. I knew how angry Harrison got because
he was shorter than everyone else.
    “I have no friends in my school. Everyone in
my grade is older than me and they think I’m weird.” He said,
crestfallen.
    “Well you do now!” I said, in a fake tone of
cheerfulness. I find it hard to make friends, let alone be one. But
Sanjit looked so happy I left my thoughts. After all at three
forty-five p.m. on June nineteenth I would be officially two years
older than him.
    “When’s your birthday?” I asked
    “June eighteenth, at one twenty-two a.m.” He
said, proudly.
    “Really!” I asked. Perhaps he was a
psychic.
    He nodded. “Why?”
    “Because that means that I’ll never be more
than two years older than me.”
    His face lit up. I wondered why he welcomed
the fact so greatly. “On Friday’s we have wrestling. No one’s in my
age group, so I’m not apart of it.” He said, “I get latrine
duty.”
    “Well not anymore!”
     
    I desperately wanted to go back. I’m not a
fighter! And I especially didn’t want to fight my new best friend.
But he looked so excited that I reluctantly climbed into my tight
fitting wrestler uniform.
    I looked like a tomato. I had on a goofy red
helmet, those blue teeth protector things and I was wearing a
skintight bright red uniform. It was humiliating.
    I watched the fights, wishing I had Harrison’s
melting ability. Or even better, invisibility!
    I stepped on to
the makeshift ring. Sanjit had a goofy look on his face. I
sighed. Let’s get this over with. I thought. Thomas blew the whistle. His grey eyes
looking on in excitement. Sanjit and I circled each other. Then,
without any warning he charged.
    I moved to the side. Sanjit ran straight off
the mat. I was pleased that I might win without hurting
him.
    Thomas blew the whistle once more. This time
as soon as the whistle was blown he ran straight at me. I panicked
and uselessly held my hands out in front of me.
    I was down on the ground before I knew
it.
    I was ashamed.
    In the final round, after the whistle was
blown, I circled Sanjit quickly. I randomly went in opposite
directions, hoping to confuse him. Instead, my head felt dizzy and
just before I stumbled, Sanjit ran over and pinned me to the
ground. I distantly heard the sound of Thomas saying, “One….
Two…Three! You’re out!” But my head was too far away to pay
attention. I remember Sanjit getting off me. After that there was
blank nothingness.
    I woke up on a stinky bed that smelled of
urine. I pinched the bridge of my nose in an attempt to rid myself
of the spell of nausea and dizziness. The nurse noticed that I was
awake and came over.
    Her nametag
read: KATE
    My first thought of her was that she was the
first person without dyed hair since I got here. My second thought
was wow! Her black, shiny hair was done in a bob form, and her
silver eyes were like two full moons. When she spoke it was like
listening to a hundred mice squeak at the same time.
    “ Good to see
you’re awake! ” She squeaked. “Those wrestling matches must end!!”