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Diary
of a
SUPER GIRL
Book 6
Saving the World!
John Zakour & Katrina Kahler
Copyright © KC Global Enterprises Pty Ltd
All rights reserved
Table of Contents
Crime Doesn’t Pay
School is in Session
Training
Mixed Feelings
The Rescue
Surprises
Time and Space
Questions
Mental Links and TP
The Meeting
The Secret Revealed
More Surprises
The Plan
Outer Space
Feels Good To Be Me
The Biggest Surprise of All
Crime Doesn’t Pay
Jason and I sat in his living room playing one of the Mario racing games. Jason had a huge smile on his face. “Man, I am so winning!” he said. He nudged me.
“You should be proud of yourself. You’re really good at pressing buttons on a console!” I told him.
We steered our cars around a bend. Jason increased his lead. “I would think having super reflexes would give you an advantage!” He laughed.
“See Jason, you’re not so smart after all! Cause super reflexes don’t do that!” Truthfully, my powers would probably have an impact, but whenever I played a game with someone who doesn’t have superpowers I tried to curb my strength. After all, I truly believed my powers should be reserved for emergency use, and of course the occasional fun use. I was still a teen and teens need to have fun. But, I was always careful not to abuse those powers. Like my mom says, "With great power comes great caution". I’m pretty sure she got that from a movie or a comic book and just changed it a bit. Still, it makes sense. I know my powers are a gift and not to be abused. Though man, sometimes it was tempting to crush Jason at this Mario game. Maybe if he used the body under-armor my dad designed for him it would be a fair battle? But no, that would be a waste of the body underarmor's charge. Dad would not be happy.
Sure, Dad did disappear from my life until my super-powers showed up. Sure, Dad can be kind of awkward and a little weird. But he does help with cool tech stuff. So, it’s good to keep him happy. Plus, I really didn’t want to get on my mom’s bad side. So I figured it was best for everybody’s sake if I just let Jason win.
After all, he’s been my BFF since I could first walk and talk. He and Mom are the two people who have always been there for me, no matter what. And Jason always had my back. Even during the times I didn’t think he needed to have my back. BTW, most of those times he was right. Yep! No matter what, Jason always had my best interests and safety at heart. I was glad he was a part of my life, regardless of the fact that he couldn’t help boasting about his skills with computer games.
“Man, Lia! For a superhero, you’re really bad at this game.” He paused for a moment, “Wait? Do you always let me win?”
“No…no of course not,” I said in a slightly cynical tone just to make him think a bit.
“Hey, are you ready for that comet in a couple of days?” he asked, in an effort to change the subject.
“Ah, what comet?” I frowned.
“It’s called K-9 the Dog Comet. It’s going to pass really close to Earth. Within just 10,000 miles.”
“That doesn’t sound very close!” I said.
“In comet terms, it’s like…way close. We’ll be able to see it in a couple of days through my telescope!”
“Oh so cool,” I said with mock excitement. Though truthfully, I did think it was pretty cool. “You science geek!” I laughed.
Before Jason could respond, we heard the police scanner in the room go off. “Alert, all squads report to the Starlight City Museum. There is an armed robbery in progress.”
I shot up from the sofa.
“What the heck? Why would anybody rob the museum? I’ve been there on school trips. It’s kind of nice, but boring…”
Jason looked at me. “First, the museum is amazing. Second, this week there is an exhibit on display from the renowned artist, Patrick David. His pieces are worth millions. Dad has extra security on the grounds.”
“Okay, I guess that answered the 'why' question. Now for the ‘how.’ How do they think they are going to get away with this in my town?”
I turned to MAC, my wrist communicator. “MAC, activate suit and give me a nice pink holo-mask!”
“Check!” MAC said.
Jason looked at me. “You’re lucky my mom’s not around at the moment. You should be more cautious when turning on your Super Teen uniform. Someone could see you.”
“I used my super hearing, so I knew she wasn’t at home yet,” I told him.
I opened up a window. “I should be able to get to the museum in one leap!” I said boldly. It was the way I thought a superhero should talk.
Jason pointed behind me. “Ah, the museum is that way.”
I turned and walked towards the window on the other wall. “Right. I knew that!”
I opened up the window. I leaped up into the air. Extending my body into the glide position, I flew (well, glided) towards the museum. A part of me thought about flapping my arms. But a bigger, more logical part, figured that would just make me look silly.
Closing in on the old museum, I used my see-through vision to see through the ceiling. I saw five armed men with gas masks on. They were prowling along the main floor. All the other people and guards laid unconscious on the ground.
“I see they gassed the people!” I said, landing on the roof.
“Very good, Ms. Lia,” MAC told me. “These crafty, cunning bad guys may not be super but they understand you need to breathe. I am sure they think the gas will stop you, hence the reason they can rob the museum in your town.”
“I don’t like bad guys on my turf!” I said, curling my hand into a fist. I paused. “Will this gas hurt me?”
A question mark appeared on Mac’s interface. “I literally have no idea. I cannot analyze the gas until we are in the gas. By then it’s possible that it will be too late for you.”
I took a deep breath. “Looks like it is…hold my breath and force out the gas time.”
“So it would appear.”
I held my breath and started spinning really fast. As I spun, I pushed myself downward bursting through the top floor of the museum. I hit the floor. I kept holding my breath and spun again, pushing through to the main floor. I crashed down between the bad dudes.
One of them pointed at me. “It’s Super Teen!” He looked at another bad dude. “I thought you said the gas would overpower her, too!”
The other bad dude shrugged. “She must be holding her breath. Fire at her and force her to breathe.”
Extending my arms, I twirled them in circles super-fast, creating powerful mini-whirlwinds. The whirlwinds blew through the room, knocking down the bad guys. I hoped they would also blow all the sleeping gas out.
Only one way to tell. I ran forward at super speed and pulled the gas mask off one of the thugs. Moving from thug to thug, I pulled each of their masks off.
They all looked at each other. They smiled. “Looks like the gas is gone!” one of them said. “Which means we can breathe.”
“Also means I can breat
he!” I said, pointing at the thugs.
They all aimed their guns at me.
“You know those bullets won’t hurt me!” I boasted.
“True,” one of the thugs said. “But if we fire at you, the bullets bouncing off you will do a lot of damage to the art here as well as all the innocent people!” he laughed. “So you let us go and nobody gets hurt!”
Tapping my foot slowly I told them. “That could work.”
I could see them all smiling under their commando hoods.
I continued. “But now that your gas masks are off I prefer a different approach.”
“And what would that be?” One of the armed baddies spat.
I turned my back, and more importantly my butt, to the five thugs. I released a silent but near-deadly fart. I aimed my butt upwards making sure the standing bad guys would take the worse of it.
Before I could even turn around I heard…Gasp. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop.
I turned to see the five thieves laying flat on their faces on the ground, each holding their throats. Sure, maybe not the most lady-like of attacks, but it certainly was efficient and got the job done fast.
I heard somebody clearing their throat behind me. I turned to see a tall, slim, dark-haired lady. She looked vaguely familiar.
“And you are?” I asked.
“My name is Kalie Hanson,” she said slowly. “I’m a lawyer.”
“Oh right,” I smiled. “I’ve seen you on TV with Oscar Oranga. Now, you can see that I am no threat to society!”
Kalie walked forward. She handed me a letter in a white envelope.
“I don’t want a reward. I know it might sound corny, but good work and knocking bad guys out is its own reward.”
Kalie pointed to the letter. “Please open it, Miss.”
I used my see-through vision to make sure this wasn’t a weird trap. I only saw a piece of paper in the envelope. I opened it up.
“It’s a letter,” I said.
“Very good,” Kalie said. “A legal letter. Please read it.”
I started reading out loud, “Super Teen, you are hereby forbidden to take the law into your own hands. Doing so again will be taken as interference with justice and you will be arrested.”
I looked up at Kalie. “This is a joke. Right?”
“I’m a lawyer. I never joke about the law. The law is what separates us from animals. “
“But... but…I saved the day….”
“Perhaps, but you are not a sworn officer of the court. Not only that, you also damaged the museum. In addition, you used gross force…the silent but near-deadly fart.”
“Hey, it’s fast and efficient!” I protested.
Kalie looked down at me. “It’s not lady-like.”
“Who made you in charge of what’s lady-like?” I countered.
“Good point. As a legal professional though, I can say your silent but near-deadly farts endanger innocent people.”
“I aimed high…” I said.
Kalie shook her head. “Not good enough.”
Jason’s dad, Chief of Police Michaels, arrived on the scene. He was an olive-skinned, tall stocky man. Not a person to be messed with. “What’s going on here?” he barked, at Kalie.
Kalie turned and adjusted her glasses. She held out a hand. "Police Chief Michaels, I am Attorney at Law, Kalie Hanson. I am representing the people of Starlight City and the world. I have issued a cease and desist order for Super Teen. She cannot be fighting crime. She is not an officer of the court or the land.” She scoffed. “She’s just a kid.”
“A very powerful kid!” I said.
Kalie turned back to me. “All the more reason to cease and desist. There is a reason why we don’t let young kids drive tanks.”
I tried to think of some witty and strong retort but nothing popped into my head. Instead, I said, “Well, ah….”
“I rest my case,” Kalie said. She handed Chief Michaels a copy of the order she had given me. “If Super Teen arrives at another crime I expect you to arrest her!”
The chief took the paper. He eyed it. He sighed. He looked at me. “Sorry, Super Teen, the law is the law.”
This couldn’t be happening. Could it? All I wanted to do was to help people. Now, this lawyer lady wanted to stop me because I was a kid. “But, but…” I said. “Ms. Hanson…” I muttered.
Hanson grinned. Before she could say anything cold and cutting, chief Michaels chimed in, “Wait, Hanson! Are you related to those bozos who tried to terrify our town a while back? The ones Super Teen stopped.”
Kalie adjusted the glasses on her nose. “Yes, I am sad to report that they are my cousins. But this has nothing to do with them. I wouldn’t even defend them in court. They wanted me to do it for free!” She snorted. “I wouldn’t even defend those guys for a billion dollars. I am ashamed to share DNA with them!”
“So you admit I did good work stopping them?” I asked Kalie.
Kalie shook her head. “I admit you were lucky that nobody got hurt. I feel your luck will run out. Hence my court order.” Kalie had to see the frustration on my face. She walked forward and put a hand on my shoulder. “Look, I get it. You want to help the world. And you can. Graduate high school, go to college and then go to law school or the police academy. Then you can fight crime the legal way.”
“But… I want to help now!”
Kalie laughed. “I wanted to marry Tom Cruise, we don’t always get what we want.” She turned to the chief. “Chief Michaels, I expect you to enforce this order.”
Chief Michaels lowered his head. He walked over to me. “Sorry, Super Teen. Next time I see you fighting crime I will have to order my team to arrest you.”
“I don’t understand, but I do understand,” I told him.
I leaped up into the air. I fought off the image to drop Kalie with a fart.
Dear Diary: OMG!! Here I am only trying to do good in the world and now this Kalie woman pops up and she’s trying to stop me. She calls me a menace. I’m not a menace, I’m just really powerful and I want to help the world. Sure, my farts can drop an army. Sure, I’m strong enough to cause the earth to rumble when I slam my foot down. Sure, my breath can freeze a lake. Okay, yeah, I can see where some people might be scared of me. But really, I am just trying to help. I need to convince her and others of that. The world is better with Super Teen in it.
School is in Session
The next day, during my walk to school with Jason, I vented. “I can’t believe that Kalie Hanson lady! How can she want to stop me? Doesn’t she see all the good work that I do? How I help people!”
“Well, you did knockout the mall once, trying on a pair of shoes. You have dropped a herd of hippos by lifting your arms. You can fart and be the only one left standing for miles….”
“First, it was a herd of rhinos. Second, it’s not like I do these things on purpose. Third, you’re not helping here, Jason!”
“I’m just trying to get you to see her point. The fact that you can casually or by accidentally knock out the entire state might scare some people,” Jason said.
I sighed. My sigh knocked him down. I helped him up. “Sorry!” I said. “OMG, I am dangerous.”
“You’re not dangerous, well not deadly at least. You just need to work on controlling your power.”
“I’m doing that!” I insisted. I pounded my foot on the ground, making the ground shake. I pulled my foot back and dropped my arms to my side. “Sorry…” I said, “Still working on it.”
Jason put a hand on my shoulder. “I know that. A lot of people know that. But you can’t blame some people for being scared. You do pack a lot of power.”
I took in Jason’s words. I knew they made sense. I don’t feel like a powerful dangerous weapon. I feel like me, Lia Strong. I’m not Super Teen, I’m just a teen who happens to be super. I use my powers for good. To help people. To help the world. But yes, I guess I could sort of see how some insecure or cynical people could be worried about me. I stopped walking. I looked Jason
square in the eyes. “So then, what do I do?”
He grinned. He patted my shoulder. “Just keep being you. You’ll win people over.”
I dropped my school bag on the ground in frustration and shrugged. “Don’t see how.”
“Listen, Lia, you were the most special person I knew before you became super. Now you are super special. It’s only a matter of time until everybody sees that.” He collected his thoughts. “Well not everybody. Some people are always going to complain or be scared. But you will get the vast majority on your side. Heck, many people already see how special you are!”
“You mean special in a good way. Right?” I grinned.
“In the best way!”
I picked up my bag and started walking towards school again. I didn’t want to be late and get on Vice Principal Macadoo’s bad side. He had a pretty big bad side.
“So, how can I keep showing them how special I am if I can’t help by fighting crime and saving the day and all that stuff?”
Jason laughed. “Who says you can’t?”
“That court order….”
“That just says you will be arrested if they catch you,” Jason said.
“Correct…”
“Catching you and arresting you is a lot easier said than done. Especially since I happen to know the chief of police is on your side. At least unofficially. No way can they stop you!”
Walking up the school steps I said, “You want me to break the law?”
Jason opened the door for me. “I just want you to keep being you.”
Before I had a chance to say thanks, Wendi and Patti shot over to me. From the frowns on their faces I knew they had a complaint or an insult; or a complaint-insult. They had a talent for putting everybody down.
“About time you got here, Lia!” Wendi scolded.
“Yeah!” Patti agreed.
I pointed to the clock above the lockers. “I still have five minutes to homeroom bell. I am not late!”
“Not for school,” Wendi admitted. “But we have a problem. A problem that you, as leader of the student council, needs to fix.”
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