I met the others at the hangout. The authorities said that everyone goes home early today. I was staring at the sky and at the other buildings around us. Joe Joe snapped me out of my daydream. "Don't you think you were a little quick to pick a fight with him?" "Huh?" I said. "You heard me. He didn't seem to be hurting anyone." I thought about it, and he was right. "He never even looked at anyone, he was scared for himself, scared of me! Oh, I'm such an idiot!" I said. Joe Joe nodded. I looked at him. "Feel free to stop me any time."
"No, no. You're doing great." He laughed. Devlin stepped in. "I think the little punk deserved to be kicked around a little." Candy agreed. "Yeah, so what if he gets a bruise or two?" I snapped. "That's not the point, guys. Whether he was a jerk or not, that doesn't go past the fact that he needed help, and I attacked him. I let my feelings get in the way of my mission. If I'm going to be a Hero, then I can't ignore a cry for help, just because I don't like the guy." They lowered their heads in guilt. I looked at the sky, it was getting cloudy. We better put the tarp over our seats and tables or they're going to get wet. "C'mon guys. Let's just go home." They nodded and helped in shoving everything into one area so we could get the tarp over it. Joe Joe went to his room and the rest of us walked home.
Candy was staying over at my place for tonight. We were in the living room and started eating dinner. We turned on the TV and it was on the News. It was showing footage of me, today and yesterday. I was just about to change the channel, when mom said, "Wait! Don't change it, I want to see it!" I was a little nervous now. "I've seen it before!" "Well I haven't! So stay there!" She scrambled into the room. Even Butch stopped playing with his transformers to see what was so interresting.
They didn't get much. They just know that I'm a girl and I saved twelve people. They're automatcally calling me a hero. They must have been interviewing a bunch of people, cause they showed this one little girl and she said, "Her name is Haley."
I dropped my fork without meaning to and my eyes grew wide. The reporter asked, "Oh, really? How do you know her name?" She clutched her fluffy toy tighter and said, "Because. She saved a wot of pee-pole and she is a Hee-row, and Haley sounds like Hee-row. I think." She added on the end. The reporter was laughing a little. "Well, there you have it folks. Our hero, Haley. Back to you Ted." Mom muted it and said, "Isn't that great? We have our own super hero! Who'd a thunk that a hero would wind up in someplace like Den-Martin?" She then looked at me. "Honey, are you OK? You look like you've seen a ghost." I shook myself out of the shock. "Uh, yeah. I was just surprised for a second." Butch finally peeled his eyes away from the TV. He said, "I feel sorry for her. Having to be stuck with the same name as yours. Ick." I stuck my tongue out at him. He did the same.
OK. Two bullets avoided. One was the parents finding out my secret. The second was the lame name given. I can live with being Haley in both forms.
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