Little Heroes

Chapter 2

Sam rushed into the open arms of Mrs. Branch and showed her the poodle pillow Hannah had gave him. She looked at it, and responded with:

"Aw. How sweet!" She said.

Sam ran inside and found the same beanbag he sat on the day before. He picked up the same book, and read the page he finished yesterday. Hannah sat beside him yet again.
She read the book with him. When he finished it, he clamped it shut, and ran over to the circle. Of course he wielded that little poodle pillow.
Mrs. Branch handed them out some candy, and she said to count how many pieces each student had. Sam was quick, and a fast thinker at that. Sam jumped up in the air to get off the floor, and floated for a mere second. He was confused, but he stared at his pillow. Was it that? He wondered. It was at recess when he really got his answer. He didn't even eat all of his lunch, but he bolted outside. He climbed on top of the monkey bars, and jumped off.
Surprisingly, not even one part of Sam's body touched the floor. He just hovered there. He couldn't get down, he didn't know how. But he threw his pillow at the ground, and he immediately hit the ground.
He was startled by the sudden stop. He tried to regain balance, but toppled over into the soil. He didn't cry or anything. He was tough.
He crawled over to the poodle pillow and wrapped it inside of his arm. He hovered about an inch.
Sam wasn't getting scared, but this poodle pillow was magical. He eventually, in one recess, got a pretty good hang at low ground stopping, and hovering.
He hasn't tried complete flying yet. He would have to do it when no one was around. But he skittered back inside, and followed Hannah back to his class.
Something was different........
Sam snapped his fingers, then remembered. Brian wasn't there. That's why he had all of his lunch still intact. He yanked the poodle pillow beside him, and he hovered a few inches. No one seemed to notice that he was floating. And I mean no one.
He just hovered there, saying his ABCs and 123s. He ran out the door when the bell rang, and he tucked the pillow in his backpack.
He stood there, took a deep breath, then pointed one finger at the sky, and squinted his eyes. Nothing happened. He tried again. Nothing. He was getting frustrated, he couldn't even hover. Then he had an idea. Maybe he had to hold the pillow to allow him to fly. He yanked it out of his backpack, and did the same thing. This time he took off soaring into the sky. He started to get very scared. He was traveling too fast and too high. His eyes widened, as he flew faster and higher. He eventually almost saw space.
He threw the poodle pillow at the ground, and he began hurtling towards the ground. He began to freak out, but he chased down the pillow.
He squeezed his hands around the pillow and he still hurtled down.
He wasn't flying, he wasn't stopping anytime.
He gripped the pillow, and wished he would began flying, or it'd at least stop him before he hit the ground. But it didn't. He began to see the ground. He closed his eyes, and the pillow broke his fall. It didn't hurt him at all, as a matter of fact, he was completely fine.
He picked up the pillow, and it didn't even have one scratch on it. This pillow really was magical. The bus was gone, so he had no way to get home. Except, yeah he did. He squeezed his poodle pillow in the direction of his house. He shouted a mighty superhero speech:

"Fly!" He shouted. He zoomed off towards his house. He beat the bus home, and put the poodle pillow in his backpack.

He knocked on his door, and his mom opened it. She gave him a big hug, and Sam ran up to his room. He closed his door and put the pillow on his head. He began to hover. It was awesome, and he began to giggle. His mom was downstairs, and she heard his giggle. He heard her laugh with him. Sam sat in his corner, and gripped his pillow. He began to float. He named the Poodle Pillow. It's official name was now, Mrs. Pink. He didn't want to give it a name that had flying in it.
He placed Mrs. Pink on his bed, and ran downstairs. His mom asked him about his day.
It was a good day, a really good one. The only part Sam didn't like was when he was hurtling towards the ground at some odd one-hundred miles per hour. His dad had to work overtime, so his mom took him to a local diner to get something to eat.
Sam ordered his usually Mini Cheeseburger, with a side of Fries. He ate them quickly, because he didn't eat much at lunch.
Sam struggled out of his seat, and dashed to the front door. He begged his mom for candy from a little candy machine, which, of course, he got.
He chewed on the little candies all the way home. His favorite flavor was Sweet Strawberry.
Sam walked to his room, and put a death grip on Mrs. Pink. He flew around his room, and he banged his head against a wall. He didn't cry, no. He had to hold it in.
His dad eventually walked in, and he collapsed on the couch. His mom tucked his dad in, and then Sam in. But Sam's night wasn't over. It just begun. He scrambled out of his bed, and banged his head against the floor. He held it for a second, in pain.
But he stood up and gripped Mrs. Pink. He had the chimney shoot through his wall, and there was a small opening. He pointed his finger at the open chimney shoot, and flew at it. He clumsily flew right into it, but he got control, and soared upwards.
He began to fly over his small town of Marksville, and he enjoyed every second of it.
He had only dreamed of heroes, and now he could be one. He spotted a robber taking some money. He zoomed down to him, and waved his finger.

"No, no, no mister. Bad Boy. Put the money back." Sam said, wiggling his finger at the robber. The robber dropped the cash he had just taken, and gave it to Sam. Sam patted him on the head.

"Good Boy, mister. Good boy!" He said. The police showed up and took the robber away. Sam handed them the cash, and took off flying again. He flew over Hannah's house, and shouted:

"Hi!"

No one seemed to notice, and he flew off. He found some boys playing a little bit of baseball. He flew down, and retrieved the ball that someone had hit over the fence.

"Thanks little dude!" One boy shouted.

Sam gave them a thumbs up.

"No pwoblem!" He shouted, flying off with Mrs. Pink. He flew back into his house, through the chimney and all, and yawned. He tucked Mrs. Pink beside his usual pillow, and he went to sleep, his mom walked in, and found him sound asleep.

"Hm. I swear I heard something." She said, yawning, and then walking back to her bed.

Sam wanted to have more fun. He was quite hungry. Sometimes those Mini-Cheeseburgers just don't fill him up. He wasn't going to get much sleep tonight because he could do so many different things. He yanked Mrs. Pink, and tucked her under his arm. He flew towards the open chimney shoot again. But, this time he forgot to aim upwards. He crashed straight through the brick chimney.
He toppled over into the neighbors yard, with Mrs. Pink landing right beside him. He stared up at the damage he had caused. There's no way that no one heard that. So he scrambled to pick up Mrs. Pink, and he took off flying towards a nice little restaurant, not too far away. He walked in, and found some spare change on the ground.
A whole five dollars in spare change. Just lying there! Sam put the change in his pocket, and went up to order.
He ordered a Big Ole Cheeseburger. With fries. And apple juice.
His shoulder had a bruise from where he broke through the chimney, but nothing other than that.
And Mrs. Pink wasn't even scratched, again.
Sam thought that Mrs. Pink was something they spoke of in legends. She made him fly, and she never even so as gets scraped.
But then, Sam had to really prove his heroism.
Another robber walked into the restaurant and he had a very small caliber pocket pistol. It was an air soft gun, so what could he do to people?
Still, Sam took action.
Sam flew over to him and slapped him across the face. The robber fell down, and Sam took his pistol.
Everyone was more scared now than when the robber had the pistol. A kindergartner doesn't know how to fire a gun.
Sam pulled the trigger, and a small yellow ball shot out. Sam dropped the pistol, and he fell backwards. He toppled over onto his back, and then stood up.
The people began to cheer. Sam had saved them. Sam was a hero, just like in his stories about his heroes.
He really could be whatever he wanted to be, and today, he chose to be a superhero. He snagged his meal, and ate it on the way home. Rather than carrying Mrs. Pink all the way home, he stuffed her in his shirt, and tucked his shirt in.
He could enjoy his Big Ole Cheeseburger while flying home. It was almost 6:00am, when he arrived at home. He'd be awake an hour from then. So Sam comfortably tucked himself under his covers, and went to sleep for as long as he could.
He woke up at 7:18am, and he was tired. He didn't want to stop with the really early morning and night flys, but it was taking a toll on his body.
Sam watched as the bus sped by. He grabbed his lunch and Mrs. Pink and sprinted out the door.
He pointed his finger in the direction he wanted to go, and he sped away. He flew by the bus, and all of the kids inside of it. All the kids saw were a blur, as Sam flew by. He was faster than a jet! Faster than a.......a....... Well he was fast!!
He got to school in under 10 seconds, his record, and time to beat. He threw Mrs. Pink at the ground once he got there, and took a few deep breaths. He could really use some breakfast. He stuffed Mrs. Pink in his bag, and went to the cafeteria. He ordered some pancakes, they sounded good and he wanted some. Of course, he ordered some apple juice. He took it back to Mrs. Branch's room, and began to eat it.
But then, Brian walked in. The bully that had taken his lunch on the first day of school was there today. Brian snatched one of Sam's pancakes, but Sam had to protect his food. He needed to, he was starving.
He grabbed the pancake from Brian's hand and grinned.
Sam poked him in the nose, and said:

"No. No. You never steal my lunch a-gain!" He announced.

Brian screamed and began to cry. Mrs. Branch walked over to him, and tried to comfort him. It wasn't working, and Sam got in trouble. But what'd he do?
Sam stomped to the corner, and he had Mrs. Pink in his arms. He was angry and he started to float. And for the first time, everyone in his class saw it.