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    ‘Finally, a completely useless superhero,’ said Tara Rumpum into her microphone, ‘but he’s cute.’
    Cameras clicked pictures of me puffing and panting while I leaned on the wall to get my breath back, turning my back to the leaping flames for a moment.
    ‘Fire!’ shouted Tara Rumpum.
    ‘I know, I know,’ I replied grumpily. ‘Everyone knows the building is on fire.’
    ‘No!
You’re
on fire!’ she shouted.
    I turned back slowly and saw the end of my long cape burning. Of course, I went totally ballistic.
    ‘Help! Fire!’ I shouted madly while running out to the crowd. People began to run away from me, and there was quite a stampede as I barrelled through the crowd, and some people got squashed. A trail of smoke followed me and made those who weren’t already squashed double up choking.
    I was in a complete panic, and ran helter-skelter through the scared throng, almost setting fire to a whole lot morepeople. All I wanted to do was to get to those fountains—that glorious, cool water. Since I was feeling so hot, my head was like a volcano about to erupt—and then I tripped on my stupid burning cape, and the last thing I saw before blacking out was a high fountain leaping out and coming at me like a wave.
    When someone finally shook me awake, there was no fire any more. So why were people still running away? And then I saw water gushing out from the park fountains towards the burning building, which wasn’t burning any more, but was now flooded. The street outside was also flooded, and the media persons in their vans were trying to stay afloat. Tara Rumpum was up on a tree, still screaming into her mic.
    Omigosh, I’d finally done something super, but in a really bad way. I’d turned the fire into a flood. Now, how would I stop the flood? Fortunately, I didn’t have to, because a tiny little buzzing thing flew in and stood in front of those raging fountains. The Fly got the fountains to calm down. How much greater could the little master’s super-awesomeness get? Was there anything he couldn’t do?
    Later that day, while sitting wrapped up in a blanket at home, with Gra making me hot chocolate, I heard my name on Dad’s TV.
    Tara Rumpum was reporting from up on the tree, ‘News has come to us that the day was saved by the superkids, except one in particular called SuperZero. The flood that SuperZero very cruelly brought on washed away all the records and documents from the Department of Marriage Registrations. Millions of . . . hundreds of . . . well, at least six young wives have run away from their husbands already, saying there is no record that they were ever married! Angry young husbands are searching for this boy called SuperZero. They have cricket bats in their hands. Does anyone know where this boy is?’

    The boy climbed under his blanket and slept for the next twenty-four hours, until all the noise and anger had faded away.

11. Every superhero must have a sidekick who won’t eat him up
    Everyone looked at me coldly when I got back to school. It was a long walk from the school gate across the huge front field, up the stairs under the Egyptian-looking sign, to class, with angry superkids from all the classes and disappointed teachers staring at me.
    Masterror made me write a 100 times on the invisible board:
    I will not burn people up.
    After that, he made me write another 100 times:
    I will not drown people either.
    Of course, since it was an invisible board, no one knew that I had written it a 100 times so he made me write it again. He seems to get a kick out of being mean. I tried over lunch break to get chatty with my old friends but . . .Blank stayed blank and did not show himself to me at all. Vamp Iyer told me vampires were allergic to the smell of burnt capes. Anna Conda stayed stuck to the pea-brained TRex throughout, hanging on to his words, or growls or whatever.
    At home, it wasn’t any better. Mom acted like I’d cut up all her dreams into