At some point, I don’t know when, Bobby disappeared. We never knew what happened to him, nor will we ever know.
Harrison awoke first. “Hey guys.” he said, before falling back to sleep. A while later he awoke again. And this time he stayed awake. We talked for a bit. But it was no use. We couldn’t rid ourselves of the worry we had for our loved ones. They were still snoring.
Darryl was tinkering with his robot again. I was going to reprimand him, this was not the time for robots, I was going to say. then I reconsidered. Who knows when you’re working with the smartest genius in history?
Soon, they start to wake. The little kid first, and then Tessa, and then Jane, and so on. The oldest person, Jake’s dad, awoke last.
When they were all awake, Darryl pointed his little robot at them. A bright beam of blue light hit them, and they fell back to the ground.
“What did you do?” asked Harrison, furiously.
“I erased their memory of the past few hours. Up to the point we left. I targeted the hippocampus, thalamus-” Darryl went on for a while, listing all the parts of the brain that dealt with memory. When he finished we all nodded, pretending we understood everything he said.
We didn’t have the foggiest clue what he was rambling about.
A
Few
Days
Later
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Darryl
XXXII
“-and then Spongebob said to Patrick…” Carlos rambled. I had been in a happy mood ever since our success in defeating Bobby aka the Shadow. Everything was great. The families awoke a while later, after some talking we convinced them that bad boy Bobby had injected them with sleeping meds. Mrs. White was the first to buy it.
After that, we all went out to a fancy place, courtesy of Mr. White, Harrison’s president dad, and ate dinner. The next few days were peace and bliss.
The bad news: it was adopting season. Parents came flooding in. I hid Carlos at the beach, staying there until adopting hour was over. Then I snuck him back. But I knew any day now he was going to be adopted. I just didn’t think it would be today.
The lady was around forty years of age and was striking and tall. She had black hair, streaked with grey, and spoke with a heavy accent. I guessed she was South African or Eritrean. Either way she was the perfect parent for Carlos. The last five minutes, she had encouraged Carlos to talk about himself. And that’s why we were currently talking about Spongebob.
“Why, Carlos! You are a perfect child! I must adopt you immediately!” she said.
Carlos smiled his big smile, then asked, “Will Darryl come too?”
“Who?” she asked, confused.
“Me.” I tell her. “I’m Darryl. Carlos’ best friend.”
“Nice to meet you, Darryl.” she said.
“I have the same feelings towards you.” I assure her. “May I talk to you alone?”
“Who of course you may,” she said, leading me out in the hallway.
“Um. Ma’am?’ I begin, uncertainly. “Can you please break the new to Carlos that I won’t be going with him? Can you do it kindly, please?”
“No,” she says. I’m shocked. Gone was the nice woman, here was her nasty side.
“I beg your pardon,” I say, still unsure about whether or not I heard correctly.
“I said no,” she confirms, “I’m sorry Darryl, I can’t do that. I can’t because you’re coming with us!”
“What?” I exclaim, I’m happy and surprised and excited all at the same time.
“Yes!” she replies, happily, “I was coming in for two anyway. Besides, you said it yourself, you guys are best friends!”
“Thank you so much! Ms… um…” I realize I don’t know her name.
“Ms. Abrihet Osman. But you will call me Mama!” I’m overjoyed! Ecstatic!
I rush into the room to tell Carlos the good news. He yells out of joy and starts dancing, I join in, then Ms Abri-Mama. And then Ms Kidd finally starts pumping out some moves.
It was the best day of my life!
They are all required to see us off. It’s the rule.
Everyone lines up, as we walk with our heavy suitcases. It was all good. Until we reached where Sanjit was standing.
He came over and I flinched, involuntarily. He grimaces, then hugs me. I hug him back. “I’ll miss you, Darryl.” He assures me.
“I’ll miss you too, Sanjit.” I reply. “Come visit me.”
“Of course.” He smiles at me and waves good-bye. I wave back. Then I turn and walk off with Carlos.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t look back.
The penthouse is large. There is a swimming pool and sauna. The whole deal. It was four floors. Jake, Carly, Sanjit and Harrison have all visited me. We told Sanjit who Harrison really was, and he laughed a lot. I don’t know why.
Jake and Carly had both been to hospital, nothing was broken, but they both wore casts. Plus, I was certain something was going on between the two. Something ‘ooh-lala’!
Anyway, we’re all going on different holidays. Harrison to Vietnam and Brazil (so lucky!), Carly to Norway to visit her grandparents, Jake to China, Sanjit and the FTK stayed at a beach resort. Mama sponsored them big time! Speaking of Mama, she took the three of us to Eritrea, to visit her parents. They were overjoyed at seeing us. In fact, they even took us for a trip to Madagascar!
I loved Madagascar. It was the best place ever! And there were lemurs! Who were my second favorite animal, after dogs of course.
Carlos ate ice cream every single day! And he lost his front tooth. The tooth fairy visited him at night. (Spoiler Alert! It was just Grandmammy and Grandpappy!)
I had never been more happy in my life! I had everything! Money: check! Friends: check! Powers: check!
Everything worked out in the end. For everyone. Well, except Bobby. But hey, that’s what you get when you fight the Super 4! Except for Sanjit. I forgave him in the end, and didn’t fight him, even though he would have probably pummeled me anyway.
Acknowledgements
For the accomplishment of this book, I am forced to thank four of my friends: Aditya Chatterjee, for kind of editing and keeping my book a secret, Russell F., for his notebook. Russell was a part of this project, until he unexpectedly quit. And thanks to Darryl Kattah and David Amankwah for being by my side the whole time.
I’d also like to take some words to thank my family: My mum, Akofa, of whom I based Mrs. White on, my stepdad, Kyle, of whom Mr. White was born, and lastly my sister, Maia. Of whom I based: Carly Martinson, Jane Patterson and Tessa White.
And to the people who’s reading this. I need your money to work! Thanks for making it possible!
-Harrison Wallace :)
About the author…
12-year-old Harrison Wallace, half Ghanaian, half British, came up with the idea for the Super 4 during an intensely long trip. It all began with a notebook, some pencils and a lot of time. He is currently working on the next book, Gone and many others. He loves getting emails, so contact him at: [email protected]
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