“What are you smiling about?” Cheryl plopped on the bed.
“Nothing.” Sophie promptly said, making a straight face.
“Were you daydreaming again?” Her tone was unsurprised and bored.
“It’s already dark outside. The day’s done.”
“The day is done. Another one. And he’s still not come.”
“‘Come’ doesn’t exactly rhyme with ‘one’ or ‘done’.”
“Uhuh, right. Because that’s the part of the sentence you should focus on.” Cheryl said, raising her eyes to the ceiling.
Sophie sighed. She left her Math homework and walked over to the window. The sky was an unusual shade of grey. There were no stars to be seen. And the moon was a crescent smile that seemed to mock her miserable heart. It was a calm quiet evening with no indication of any impending disaster that might require the special forces of a superhuman.
“He’s still coming.”
“Soph–”
“No, Cher.” She turned to face her. “He is. He’s just a little bit late.”
“A bit?” Cher raised her eyebrows. “You call seven months ‘a bit’?”
“Maybe they tell time differently on his world.”
Cher chuckled not too kindly.
“Or maybe.” She walked over to the bed where Cher lay. “Maybe because he travels at the speed of light, time literally slows down. You know the theory of relativity? Space-time continuum.”
“Now you’re just using big Science terms to throw me off.”
“Or he’s just saving the day at some other part of the world.”
“We would have heard about that; don’t you think? If that would have been the case. It would have been all over the news.”
“OR,” Sophie sat next to Cher crossing her legs, “he’s stuck at the laundromat, washing his cape.”
A few seconds passed while Cher threw her such an incredulous look that she couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s not funny, Soph.” Cher sat up. “I can’t decide whether you actually believe that and take you to a psychiatrist or laugh it off as a silly infatuation.”
“It’s not a silly infatuation. He’s going to come. You’ll see.”
Cher exhaled. “You know what they say about you, at school, don’t they?”
“I don’t care what they say. I don’t care if they don’t believe me. They will know they are wrong once they see him.”
“They think you’re mental. Obsessed with a dream.”
“Maybe I am. Falling in love does that to people.”
“Is that what you think this is? That you’re in love? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m serious. I love him.”
“For Heaven’s sake, you don’t even know him!”
“But I do!”
“Really? What’s his name?
“Superman. Duh.”
“Mr. Superman or Super-space-man?”
“Uh –”
“Do his friends call him Super? Does he even have friends? What kind of friends?”
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Waiting For Superman
Teen FictionInspired by the song by Daughtry, this story tells the tale of the girl from the song who patiently waits for her hero to come and save her. Sophie has never felt like she fit in with her peers. She has friends and family and she loves them all, but...
