The Super 4 : Dark Death (22 page)

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]