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by Billy Miner

  She simply said, “You know how gravity pulls us down on this side of the world?”

  “Yes,” I answered, “But what does that have to do with anything?”

  “Well, if gravity pulls us down on this side of the world, then on the other side of the world, what does it do?”

  I got it. I understood what she was trying to say. She claimed the Chinese in those movies jumped so high because in China, gravity pulls you up. It made sense.

  Wait a minute…

  No…

  Really?

  I turned around and looked at her. She smiled mischievously. She was just kidding. Of course gravity doesn’t pull you up. Maybe the Kung Fu movies displayed such giant leaps to just make it look more exciting. The action certainly entertained me, so you won’t hear me complain.

  Entry 4: Being a Kid

  Okay, let’s go back for about seven years, to the time that I was… well… seven of course, because I just thought of something: I was even very loud as a little girl, even as a baby, or so my mom told me.

  I was at a theme park. You know, one of those parks with rollercoaster, shooting galleries, and delicious candy and hot dogs. My mom had organized a birthday party. I had turned seven and it was to be celebrated. I was so happy. I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to go on every ride, eat every snack, and watch every show. There were four other girls whom I called my “best friends forever” or “BFF.” It was a lot of fun.

  At a certain moment, we decided to go on the boat that would go through the haunted mansion. It looked scary but exciting. I stood in line, nervously and happily waiting to buy my ticket. Mom had given me enough money for all of us. I got the tickets and we hopped into the boat. At first, it was a bit dark, but once the boat floated along the stream, we heard eerie noises and saw flashy lights in front of us.

  Then it happened.

  A creepy skeleton head popped out of the wall and appeared right in front of me. It was fun to get the thrill, but it made me scream. As girls, you expect to scream in rides like that. It makes it so much more fun. But because I screamed so loudly, most of the lights broke, leaving us in the dark. The skeleton head exploded into a hundred pieces, which dropped into the boat… white and grey cardboard pieces that fell on our heads and into our laps. All the other girls started screaming, and the following 60 seconds of the ride were pitch black.

  When we exited, my mom looked at me and said, “Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

  She was right. There was no point in telling anyone. It was weird, but it was just how it was. It was my superpower, even though I did not realize at the time where it came from.

  Similar things occurred when I was in the rollercoasters. I screamed for fun, sometimes closing my eyes and feeling the strong wind blow in my face, enjoying myself completely.

  However, one time I screamed so loud that it gave the rollercoaster a boost. Some people were scared; they didn’t expect the increase of speed and cried out that they wanted to get out. The ride went faster and faster and at the end, it came to a sudden, quicker stop than usual. It was so cool! I really got a kick out of it. My friends told me it was the best rollercoaster in the park, assuming that this was the regular speed it was supposed to go at. But when we tried to get in line again, they told us the ride was out of order.

  “It’s in need of repairs,” the man with the dark sunglasses said.

  “But it was open just a few minutes ago,” I protested.

  “I know, but something went wrong. Someone even passed out on the ride. They called an ambulance. Anyway, it’s none of your business, little girls. The ride is closed for the day. Go to other rides.”

  “That’s a bummer,” I mumbled while walking away with my friends. “This one was the most fun.”

  “Too bad that the other ones are so slow. They’re for little kids,” my friend said.

  “Yeah, and we are big,” the other one said.

  It was only a few weeks ago that I realized what really happened. The ride wasn’t that fast by itself, but it became faster because I screamed so loud. Duh! I don’t know why I never drew that conclusion before.

  That birthday was a lot of fun, but now that I think of it, it was quite the disaster too. Let me tell you of another instance of what went wrong on the same day.

  After the theme park, we all went home, still chatting about the wonderful times we had there. My mom parked the car, took her keys out of her pocket, and opened the front door. We barged in and played with dolls and clothes, checking ourselves out in front of the mirror by putting on different outfits by the minute.

  Then my mom came in with a big birthday cake. It was a bunny! I loved bunnies! The shape of the cake was in an actual bunny! I was so excited that I screamed.

  “Aaaaaaah! That’s so awesome!”

  The consequences of my exuberant expression weren’t very positive though. The beautiful brown chocolate fudge cake exploded in my mother’s face. She got startled and dropped the cake on the new carpet. One of the candles was still burning, and because of that, the carpet caught fire. Now my mom was screaming, grabbing a bucket and putting it under the faucet in the sink, filling it up with water. Once she thought she had enough, she poured the water over the carpet, ruining the cake and the clean cover of our valuable floor.

  I had mixed feelings. In a way, it was funny, but I ruined everything. I apologized that evening and my mom said she understood. She wasn’t angry, but it made her wonder why the cake exploded. Back then, it was all still a big mystery.

  Since that time, other events have happened throughout my childhood that made my screams so loud it destroyed surrounding objects. I won’t bother you with all the details, because it basically all comes down to the same thing: My superpower is the “Sonic scream” and once I found out, I hoped I could use it in my advantage, or better yet… to help another person.

  Entry 5: Don’t Mess with My Mom!

  It was Thursday. I came home from school. After opening the door and hanging up my coat on the rack, I looked around and yelled, “Mom! I am home!”

  Nothing.

  “Mom! Are you there?”

  It remained silent.

  “Huh… strange,” I said and I walked into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a small hamburger and some corn on the cob.

  The microwave… always a quick solution.

  While the little appliance was buzzing and turning my snacks, I glanced at the mail and the note on the fridge. Mom always left notes on the fridge, or on the table. She let me know where she was all the time so I wouldn’t have to worry. I expected the note to say something like,

  Went to the supermarket. Will be back at 5. Go ahead and take a cookie from the cupboard.

  But instead, the note read something entirely different, something that horrified me… something… okay, whatever, this is what it said,

  Help! Call police. 5000 West St.

  This sounded serious. Was she kidnapped? That would be terrible! Immediately I picked up the phone and called the cops. Within minutes, they arrived at my doorstep. One of the police officers was big and had a moustache. He had a low voice and stomped on the floor everywhere he went.

  “Please explain the situation, madam,” he said.

  Madam? He was calling me a madam? I was only fourteen. I blushed a little, flattered because I appeared more mature than my age.

  “Well, my mom left this note,” I began. “She must be at or around this address somewhere.”

  “Understood. We’ll take you with us. It’s not safe for you here. Please follow me to our vehicle, madam.”

  The police officers took me to the designated address. However, there was no such thing as 5000 West Street. It was the name of the street, not any particular house.

  “Perhaps she didn’t know the exact address,” I thought out loud.

  “Perhaps,” the police officer said. “Yes, you may be right. Men, we are going to knock on every house in the street. Notify me of anythin
g that stands out, anything suspicious at all. We will sort this out.”

  The officers left the car and told me to stay in or near the car. Of course I didn’t listen. I have a mind of my own. I was going to help crack the case. I stood there for about 10 minutes, watching all these policemen knock on doors and looking for any signs of an abduction myself.

  Then I saw something.

  It was a boy, probably around 10 years old.

  He looked like he was up to something.

  I followed him, but he saw me.

  He started to run away.

  We ran and ran.

  I was catching up.

  I came closer.

  Hey, where did he go? I searched everywhere. It took me about twenty seconds to find him hidden in the bushes. I pulled him out and looked at him with a stern facial expression.

  “I can explain,” he said.

  “Explain what? What are you doing here? What do you know about my mom?”

  “Please don’t hurt me. I don’t mean any harm.”

  “Okay, but only if you tell me what you know about the kidnapping.”

  “Kidnapping? Uhmm… I don’t know what is going on, but I saw two big guys drag a woman into a house. W-was that your mom? Did they kidnap her?”

  “Sure sounds like it,” I said. “Now show me where the house is.”

  “Okay, follow me. It’s not too far from here.”

  It was pretty far actually. It was a long street and the house he showed me was all the way on the other side on the corner. I panted as I arrived at the correct building after sprinting for over five minutes.

  “That’s it,” he said. “I don’t know anything else. May I go now?”

  “Hold on,” I said, catching my breath. “One more thing before you’re off the hook. I can see one can enter through the front door, but is there another way in? You know, a sneakier way?”

  “I believe there is a backdoor, but I am not sure. I guess you’ll have to try to find out.”

  He left.

  Taking courage, I headed towards the house. It was gigantic!

  It was clear that these people, whoever lived there, were insanely rich. Their balconies, windows, and garage were extravagant and exaggeratedly huge. Everything was topped off with sophisticated handiwork and expensive materials.

  Whatever it was that these people did for a living, maybe that’s what I wanted to do.

  I went around the house and ducked when I passed the windows. The police were way on the other side of the street, so I was too impatient to go get them. Besides, what if something happened to my mom in the meantime?

  I snuck to the backdoor and opened it up. What I saw there was both terrifying and surprising at the same time.

  Entry 6: The Crime Syndicate

  My mom was sitting in a chair, bound and gagged, without any space to move, prevented from saying anything. The ropes they tied her with looked uncomfortable and tight. She was in an awful position and I feared for her life. Three men with guns were surrounding her, one of them with an even bigger than the others… I could tell.

  The guy in charge ripped the thing in her mouth away and came closer. His face was only a few inches away from her head.

  “Now, listen, you little serpent. You’ve been avoiding your payment for the past five months and I’ve had it,” he said softly. “So here’s the deal: You’re going to give us what you rightfully owe us…”

  He tug on her shirt and yelled in her face, “Or we’ll make you suffer until you wished you were dead! Understood?!”

  My mom turned her face away from his yelling threats, waiting until he was done. Then she told him calmly, “Look, I already told you I don’t have the money. Don’t you think I would pay up if I did? I already paid you back the 10,000 dollars. What else do you want? Don’t you have enough already?”

  The criminal walked around her and said, facing the wall, “It’s not so much a matter of having enough, missy. You owe us. You signed the contract and now you are facing the consequences. The guys and I don’t take stealing lightly.”

  “Oh, and charging me 300% interest per month is something you don’t consider stealing?” my mom said, defending her case.

  “If you didn’t agree with the amount, you shouldn’t have signed. Now you’re stuck, and we want our share.”

  “I didn’t know what I was doing. You tricked me into this! I didn’t even see the interest rate. Just let me go.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” the man said. “Every loan has an interest rate. You should have realized that before you borrowed that huge amount of money from us. We need your payment now!”

  “But I can’t. I just can’t… is there no way you could just forget about the interest and call it square?”

  The evil dude laughed. “I guess we cannot come to an agreement. So instead, we’ll get our justice by taking revenge. At least we’ll have an emotional compensation for our financial losses.”

  These guys were sick! They scammed my mom out of her money! I had to do something.

  Entry 7: Take a Hike!

  One of the men walked to another table and grabbed a knife.

  “Please,” my mom begged in desperation, “I’ll do anything. Just let me go and I’ll find the money somewhere.”

  “You’ve had enough warnings. It’s too late now. This is what you get for making rash decisions.”

  “Oh, so now you’re going to teach me a lesson, huh?” my mom said sarcastically. “Well, that makes you nothing less than an evil hypocrite.”

  Nothing else was said. I held my breath as I contemplated stepping between my mom and these filthy thugs. My heart was beating faster… I doubted at first, but eventually I was determined to intervene. I stepped out of the shadows where I was hiding and opened my loud, obnoxious mouth.

  “Let my mom go, or I’ll make you regret it!” I yelled.

  Three guns were now pointing at me, making me feel a little anxious about the situation I just got myself into. At first they looked serious, but then they lowered their guns and started laughing.

  “Ha-ha-ha! A little girl like you? What could you possible do about it? Throw your earrings at us? Come on. You couldn’t harm a fly if you wanted to.”

  “One last warning,” I said with a stern face, even though I was shaking in fear on the inside. “Put those guns down and you won’t get hurt.”

  They laughed even louder, mocking me with hand gestures and pointing their fingers at me. That was it. I had it with these criminals. They were about to pay.

  What happened at that moment nobody in the room could have suspected except for my mom and me. I stepped back, opened my mouth and screamed as loud and long as I could.

  “Eeeeeeeeeeeh!”

  It lasted for half a minute. In the meantime, their faces turned from happy to fearful. The ground began to shake, objects fell from the tables, books dropped from the shelves, and windows shattered. The door was ripped from its hinges. Parts of the wall broke up, their guns melted, and the rope my mom was tied with, was ripped apart. The chair she was sitting on was knocked over and the three tugs fell backwards, flying through the air and hitting their faces against the back wall. Parts of the ceiling collapsed and all the lights in the house were broken, leaving shattered pieces of glass on the floor.

  When I was done screaming my lungs out, I took a deep breath and said, “That’s right. Don’t mess with my mom! You can all go take a hike!”

  My mom got up from the chair and embraced me. The criminals were still knocked out behind her. A few seconds later, the police showed up. They had heard the noise and were drawn to it like mosquitoes to a lamp.

  “What’s going on here, madam?” one of the police officers asked.

  “See that, mom? He called me ‘madam,’” I said excitedly.

  “I was actually talking to your mother, kiddo,” the officer said.

  “Hey, what happened to…?” But I couldn’t finish my sentence.

  “This young lady sav
ed me from a bunch of extortionists who blackmailed me and scammed me out of my money,” my mom said. “She is a true heroine.”

  “We’ll research the matter thoroughly, madam.”

  Entry 8: Making Amends

  Ambulances, construction workers, more policemen, fire trucks, and people from the neighborhood filled up the villa in no time. My mom and I were safely guided home by one of the officers. With a thud we let ourselves drop on the comfy couch.

  “Why did you get a loan, mom? Doesn’t dad make enough already?”

  “I know it was wrong,” she said. “One of my friends got in trouble. Her insurance company wouldn’t pay for her surgery. You know, so many of those companies always find a loophole. So I told her she could loan the money from me and start paying me back once she would recover. It sounded so good at the time, but these guys had all kinds of small letters, rules, and clauses at the bottom that I didn’t take the time to read the contract. If I knew I would have signed up for something with that much interest to be paid, I would have looked elsewhere.”

  “I understand, mom,” I said. “It wasn’t an easy decision, but even though you made a mistake. I am still proud of you.”

  “And I’m proud of you, Angela. I don’t know what those rough men would have done to me if you hadn’t come between us. I owe you so much.”

  “Don’t worry about it, mom,” I said with a smile.

  “Well, how about an ice cream party?”

  “I’m not going to say ‘no’ to that!” I said as I jumped up.

  “Hey, what’s going on here?” I voice asked from the other room.

  It was my dad. He just got home from a business trip and had a whole weekend to spend with us. He looked tired but glad to be home again.