My Life as a Teenage Superhero

Chapter 36

HELLO!  Aren't you guys so proud of me?  I finally uploaded on time!  *dramatic applause*  Well, I had to, with that whopper cliffhanger I left you with!  Plus, the last chapter wasn't even that long, so this is just part two I guess....  PLEASE comment because I love your comments so much, this sounds sad but I check all the time to see if I have any new comments :)  Well, Happy Thanksgiving!

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Recap

A loud knocking sound echoed through the room.  "Nikki Star?"  A voice on the other end demanded gruffly.  I was a little afraid to answer, but I sucked it up.  "Yes?" I answered in a feeble voice.

"Mrs. Middlebrooks needs to see you in her office.  Immediatly."

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I was led down the hallway by two large, tough looking guys.  They both looked like they could pick a fight with King Kong, and win it.  One had shaggy blond hair that fell into his eyes, and the other had dark skin, a cocky smile, and looked exactly like Dwayne Johnson.

"Soooo..., what do they want me for?"  I asked Dwayne Johnson dude, or DJ as I had nicknamed him.  Scowling, he looked away from me and grunted, "That's not for me to tell you."

Oh, so that's how it was.

Now that I looked at these guys, I realized that they were armed to the teeth.  They both had guns hanging off their belts, pepper spray sticking out of their pockets, and I think I recognized their sunglasses as the spy ones Mr. Buck had shown us a picture of that could see through walls.

I noticed that the blond buy had his hand hovering over his taser, like he was expecting me to make a run for it any second.  I shot him a grin, and teased him, "Dude, I'm not going anywhere.  No need to tase me."

This seemed to relax him a bit, and he offered me an apolegetic grin.  "Better be safe than sorry."  he explained.

A little while later, I was getting a little bored of walking, and the silence was driving me crazy, when suddenly we stopped in front of a painting.  I recognized it from my old school- it was of this old man in a funny wig, a blue lacy suit, and a large pirate looking hat with a feather in it.  He looked like an old fashioned British dude.

I was already a little wierded out by the fact that we were just standing here, staring at a painting, so you can imagine my surprise and horror when DJ reached up and started stroking the guy's beard!

I backed up a little bit, keeping my eyes down, because you know what they say, never look a crazy person in the eyes.

Blondie, however, saw what I was doing and grabbed my arm before I escaped.  "Wait."  He ordered sternly.

I watched as DJ quit touching the guy's beard and moved his hand up.  Using his index and middle finger, he pressed down on each eye at the same time.  I gasped in amazement as the painting swung back, revealing a shiny, metal door.

DJ pressed the button that said "Office", and the door slid open.  My mouth was hanging wide open in shock.  Blondie noticed and informed me, "If you don't close your mouth, you'll catch flies."  I quickly snapped my jaw shut.

They led me into the elevator, or that's what I guessed it was, and closed the door.  I could feel us moving downwards, and then sideways.  Finding my voice, I busted out with, "I didn't know that was there!"

"That was kind of why is was hidden behind a painting."  DJ said in a "no duh" sort of voice.  I glared at him, slightly embarissed.  "I knew that."  I mumbled, mostly to myself.