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Diary of a Superhero, Part 6

12/10/2018

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​November 30, 2004
Dear Diary,
Thanksgiving is over. And I'm still clueless as to who Derecho is.
We got to Aunt Miri's house early, around noon, because for whatever reason it's perfectly acceptable to eat Thanksgiving dinner at 2:30. Jackson was there. He was sitting at the kitchen table, peeling and chopping potatoes.
"I have to take it easy," he said as I joined him. "Mom treats me like a baby."
"Are you okay?"
Jackson shrugged. "I got a little worked up playing Dance Dance Revolution last night."
"With Macy?" I asked.
"Yeah. Hey, I heard your gas station got robbed. You okay?"
"A bit shaken up. I still work there and all." (I mean, I still need money for food. I'm not about to stop experimenting on myself just because I got scared. Jackson should be able to play Dance Dance Revolution without having to fall breathless into a chair after every round.)
"Yeah. Mom took the three of us food shopping, so we didn't find out until we got home and heard your mom's voicemail."
"All three of you?" I clarified.
"Yeah. George had to carry the turkey, and Macy just loves shopping in general. I just asked to come with because I was tired of sitting at home the whole time."
So scratch George and Macy off the list of suspects.
I mean, who else could it be? Someone from school? Who are the science nerds at school? Amy Kessinger, Ollie Cooke, that quiet guy who I think is named Sam. It might be him. Isn't it always the quiet ones who snap the loudest? And who am I forgetting? Derek, Asahel, Maggie. But those are only the ones in my grade. What if it's a senior?
I couldn't enjoy Thanksgiving dinner nearly as much as I normally do because I was thinking. I mean, I ate like a pig. I hadn't been legitimately full since I started experimenting on myself, and it felt so nice. But I hardly tasted anything, which was a shame, because turns out Macy is really good at making pecan pies.
School starts again on Monday. Hopefully, I'll be a little closer to figuring out who did it by then.
I've given up on finding a costume, but I found a scrap of blue fabric and made a mask out of it. I don't want to have to save someone from getting robbed again. But if I do, I want to have something besides a cleaning rag to conceal my identity. To be honest, it's a really cool mask. It covers my mouth and nose, then there's a slit for my eyes, and it covers the top of my head so my hair will hopefully be less noticeable. I feel like a superhero when I wear it. I want to help people with my powers. But things might go badly like they did at the robbery. Well, I guess they didn't exactly go badly. I was still able to help Mr. Harris, and I don't think Derecho got off with much cash. God knows Mr. Harris needs every penny he can get. He actually gave me $20 for defending him.
But if I fight Derecho again, I might die.
I guess I'll figure something out.
Kassie Kittredge, signing out!
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