What makes this little mixed chick sidekick a superhero rather than a hero?
What makes her different from the firefighters and police she sees all the time?
Is she really a superhero if the public has been taught to fear and mistrust those who don the mask in the name of justice?
She doesn't have any superpowers, her friend does, but she's just as ordinary as a pebble on a gravel road.
Our heroine, Ramona, is dragged into the middle of a nasty custody battle bu her best friend. A best friend who kicked her out of her life for five months and just recently revealed she's a superhero. A best friend that expects things to go back to normal right away. Ramona's okay with freaky, but she's always been a color inside the lines kind of kid.
Through 'kidnapping' babies, dealing with ex boyfriends, trying to figure out what all Faith's new found powers are (aka figure out ways to keep her out of trouble), and trying to stay out the public eye; Ramona has to figure out what it means to be a superhero.
What does it mean to be a superhero?
The sidekick's story.
She raced around the corner, her breath coming in short heavy bursts, and her fingers trembling as they grasped a tiny wailing child. Her feet slipped against the pavement, nearly sending them into the wall, but she caught herself just in time. "It's OK, sweetheart, hold on for me - please," a desperate edge clung to her voice and only served to frighten the child even more, as the wails turned to full out screams as if he knew his death was coming. She pressed the baby closer to her chest, tried to muffle the cries without suffocating the poor soul or losing her balance. Five minutes, they only need five more minutes. "I'm sorry."
This short story was written for my 100 followers celebration on Tumblr! I decided to also post it here. It was also partially inspired by a handful of notes, which I will mention in my author's note.