would let me
dye my hair, I’d go for pink! Oooh, does anyone have pink
hair?”
“ A singer in Summer’s
Angels, her name’s Trista…”
And on. It was natural, easy, and more
fun than she’d ever had. But the day had to end, and far too soon,
Dawn’s mom pulled up outside the house.
“ We should do this again
next weekend.” Dawn said.
“ Ha. I honestly don’t
think I could handle doing it again. Anyway, Lucy and I already
have plans.”
“ Oh! What are you
doing?”
“ Oh, nothing big. Just
writer stuff.”
“ Can I come?”
“ Are you a
writer?”
“ Come on, you just said I
give great feedback.”
“ I dunno, freshman, I
think she wants it to be just us, you know?”
“ Oh, yeah, I get it.” She
was still smiling, but Rose saw the disappointment in her eyes. But
she brightened up again quickly as they planned another “study
session” for the weekend after. Rose returned to her room to write,
feeling lighter than air. The only dark thought at the back of her
mind was a tiny, annoying question: Why
have I never been able to share like that with my best
friends?
A few days later, Rose entered the
school, sipping her tea and waiting for the caffeine to kick in.
She’d spent another night staying up too late with her
notebooks.
“ Rose!” Lucy hurried
toward her. “Rose!”
“ What? What? It’s too
early for this!”
“ They broke into the
teacher’s lounge last night.”
“ Too early!”
“ Rose, wake up, this is
important!”
“ Okay! Okay, what
happened? The villains broke in, and what?”
“ Left a mess and stole
some stuff. The principal wants to see you right away.”
“ Now?”
“ Yeah.”
“ I’ve got class
now!”
“ Rose. Calm down. Just go,
it’ll probably be quick.”
“ Yeah. You said that to
Nick before you killed him in your story.”
“ I can come with you if
you want.”
Rose sighed, shaking her head. “No,
it’s okay, I’ll be fine. See you at lunch.”
She went to the office to discover her
fate. The principal was waiting for her.
“ What happened last night
wasn’t our fault,” she said, before she could stop
herself.
“ I’m sorry,” the principal
said. “I know the Everyday Heroes club is wonderful, but there’s
only one way we can foresee stopping these ‘villains.’”
“ Shutting down my club?
I’ve got another idea.”
“ What?”
“ You could address the
actual problem and punish the people who actually deserve
it.”
“ Rose, I’m sorry, this is
just getting out of hand. We’re going to have to cancel your club
meetings. The Everyday Heroes Club can’t be a part of this school
anymore.”
No more random bursts of
song. No more kind notes dropped in lockers. No more fundraising
for charity. No more superhero names spoken or costumes worn to
school. At lunch, the four oddities sat in silence. Even Dawn had
no words. Every now and then, Rose thought of some encouraging
speech, but it always flickered out before she could say
it . We can keep the club going in
secret... No, that won’t last... We can move it outside of school!
No, how could be maintain that? We could...
“ Maybe we could start a
new club, and just call it something else,” Dawn said. “I don’t
know how we’d disguise it, but we could come up with
something.”
“ I don’t think they’ll let
us start a new one,” Nick said.
“ We just have to face it,
freshman,” Rose said. “It’s over.”
CHAPTER six
anonymous
“ Rose! Rose! ”
She was slumped at a table, head bent
over her homework, and the sound of that excited little voice and
scampering footsteps was infuriating. “I’m really not in the mood,
freshman, go away.”
Dawn slammed something down on the
table in front of her. The school newspaper. “Just read it!” She
left the paper, and hurried away.
Rose scanned the headlines, uncaring,
until the one Dawn was so excited about caught her eye:
A Letter to the