Frank got through all of the paperwork and hurried to the gym where, he had been told, he would meet the rest of today’s induction. He was so excited to be at the London Super Hero Academy!
He opened the door to the ‘Super-Reinforced Gymn’ and spared a glance for the gym… high ceiling, padded walls, padded floor… but mostly looked at the other four students already there.
“Hi, I’m Yell,” he said, hurrying forward and offering his hand to the oldest boy.
“Cam,” that boy said. He was wearing a green uniform with leaves all over it. “Can hide anywhere,” he said, and flickered… and was gone!
“Not really invisible,” he said, coming back. “You just can’t see me.”
Frank snorted and took the hand of a younger boy, in a bright yellow uniform with red lightning bolts on it. “Ground,” he said. “I can pull electricty from the wall or the air… and if you aren’t careful I’ll pull it through you. What do you do?”
“I can yell, really loud. My mother wasn’t surprised.”
Ground snorted and moved away, but the tallest girl stayed where she was. “Dex,” she said, and did some impossible looking dance steps.
“Wow,” Frank said. Not really caring about her power, but she looked really awesome in her midnight black uniform, with full coverage and no cape.
“Perm,” the other girl said, younger and not nearly so cute. Wearing soft grey, almost fuzzy like pyjamas, and had a soft grey mask. “I can go through stuff.”
“So, we just have five?” Frank said, looking around.
“So far,” Ground said. “I hope we get more. Fighting with five will be difficult. One of us will always have to sit out or fight the instructor…
They heard the door open and a new student walked in… and they stared for the couple of seconds it took for them to begin laughing. Because the boy was clad in a well, pretty typical superhero uniform: Black super-spandex legs and arms, red body, black cape, black mask. But emblazoned proudly in the centre of his chest was… a hamburger?
“Who are you?” Frank asked.
I’m the supper hero,” the boy said, and Frank (and he wasn’t alone) burst into giggles.
“You can’t call yourself ‘The Super Hero’ Dex said.
“And you pronounced it wrong,” the Perm added.
“I can and I didn’t,” the boy said. “It’s ‘The Supper Hero’ because I’m the only one… I think anyway. And it’s ‘Supper’ not ‘Super’, because that’s where my power comes from.”
“You can eat really well?” Frank asked.
“No… I get a super power depending on what I eat for dinner,” ‘Supper Hero’ said.
And they all stared at him, and then at the hamburger on this chest.
“Whaaat?” Dex asked.
“No, really. So,” he pointed at his chest, “If I eat hamburgers, then I get the whole ‘leap over tall buildings’ power… like Superman.”
“You can fly?”
“No, just kind of jump.”
“And its different each time? I mean, with what you eat? What about Pizza?”
He flushed. “My mom won’t let me eat pizza anymore. X-ray vision.”
The boys ‘ooohed’ and the girls glared.
“But what about… macaroni and cheese?”
“Hard to handle. Super senses. I can hear a grasshopper sneeze from two miles away… and smell gym socks from twice as far.”
“Spaghetti?”
“One of my favourites. Super speed. Hard on my clothes, though.”
“Rice and Beans?”
“I haven’t dared,” he admitted, and everyone laughed.
“What if you don’t just eat…?” Dex asked, as Frank asked,
“What if you just eat everything?”
“Umm… same thing for both… nothing. I get nothing.”
“Oooh.”
“Well, not wanting to be obnoxius, but you are the strangest super hero I have ever heard of. How on Earth is anyone going to rely on you? With your skills changing according to what we have for dinner?” Dex said, frowning.
“I may have to request a special diet,” ‘The Supper Hero’ said.
“And we’re not going to call you ’The Supper Hero’ all the time,” Cam said. “That just won’t do.”
“I’ve never heard of anything so strange. And your uniform. We will have to redesign that. We can’t go into battle with someone with a hamburger on their front!”
“What’s your favourite meal?” Frank asked, trying to get everyone to leave the kid alone. It wasn’t his fault he had a bizarre power! Or, powers.
“Well, hamburgers, but I really like tacos…”
“Greetings, everyone!” they heard and turned to see a teacher coming in the room. He was dressed in kind of bright orange and had a picture of a giraffe on his shirt…
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