Little Heroes

Chapter 3

Sam was floating...... In front of...... Well not really in front of, more in a corner........ In the corner of everyone!
He himself didn't even notice that he was doing it. He was too used to it. Everyone stared in awe, as he was just hovering there.
Sam turned around and saw all the surprised faces. He then looked down and saw that he was floating. He threw Mrs. Pink on the floor, and he dropped to the ground. He stared at all of them, angrily, and picked up Mrs. Pink and dashed outside. He didn't cry no, not even when he was a day old, no. Mrs. Branch walked outside, and tried to comfort Sam, it wasn't really working.
San explained to her the night he had just had.
She was super surprised. She'd never heard anything like it. But Sam lived it, lived this life where he could be his own hero. And he loved it.
He wasn't even really mad that his class saw him flying. He was kind of happy. If they read the paper, they'd know it was him. But, Sam wasn't the only one to have special powers. Do you know what a Lucky Rock is? Or, more popularly referred to as a Good Luck Rock? Well, a boy named Damien in the second grade got a Rock for his birthday. Not much, right?
You'd think. But, Damien can control anything not man made. He could pick up rocks with his mind, move trees, all of that kind of stuff. And Sam thought he had the best power. Damien was sick that day, and saw Sam outside. He didn't know who he was yet, but, Damien scrambled out of bed, and walked over to Sam.

"Hi. My name's Damien." Damien said to Sam.

Sam attempted to shake his hand, but Damien backed away and told Sam he had a cold.
Sam understood, and they started talking. Damien pointed to the pillow.

"That pillow...... It makes you fly?" Damien said.

Sam nodded. Then, suspecting that Damien had a power, Sam asked:

"What can you do?"

Damien looked around for a nearby pebble or rock. He concentrated, and the rock shot towards his fingers. Moving his fingers in a weave form, the rock moved in and out between his fingers. Sam was awed.

"I can control anything not man made. Pretty cool, huh?" Damien said.

Sam looked down at his pillow in shame. Damien pointed to Sam's pillow and said:

"You don't have a bad power! You can fly! What's there to be sad about?"

Sam nodded and smiled. Yes, Damien's power was extraordinary, but it looked like the master of all powers compared to Sam's flying. Sam felt shamed. Why couldn't he get something cool like that? Then he got over it. He could fly. He could fly. He's a human bird. He fluffed up Mrs. Pink, and held her tight.
He loved that pillow, with all of his heart. Damien waved at Sam to come into his house. Sam followed, and Mrs. Branch didn't try to stop him. Sam walked into Damien's house. His parents were at work. He was home alone, and sick.
Damien walked to his room. There was a small white button on the wall. He pressed it, and scanned his eye. Sam followed him into a tunnel, and it was getting colder and colder the further they went down.
Sam began to shiver. Damien noticed it and pressed another button. A blanket fell onto Sam's shoulders. We began to warm up. Eventually, Damien went down a hole. Sam was scared to follow, but he jumped down, too.
Sam smacked the ground, but of course, Mrs. Pink protected him from any harm he could've taken. Damien waved an arm. It was beautiful.
An underground jungle, full of wildlife as far as the eye could see.
Damien sniffled, and said:

"Sam. This is where I train. C'mere." He said, gesturing Sam to follow him.

Sam ran after him, and eventually they approached an opening. Damien said:

"Show me what you've got. Fly." Damien said.

Sam nodded and squeezed Mrs. Pink. He pointed his finger at the sky, and he zoomed off. Damien watched as he did this, and a man named Mark appeared. He had a special pen that allowed him to draw whatever he wanted to and it'd come alive. Mark had been training in there for a while.
He was a first grader, with super pale skin, and jet black hair slicked to the front. He had dark eyes, and a chiseled head.
He had a medium sized body, and he was a runner. Mark nodded at how well Sam could control his flying.