news or the gooder news first?’ Blank’s face appeared too, with an ear-to-ear grin spread across it.
‘Er, what is—’
‘—the good news is that you have a lot of friends inschool, and the bad news is that they’re holding a protest outside Double-Headmistress’s office till you get sent back in.’
‘You said there was only good news . . . wait up . . . whaaaaat?’
Blank’s arms appeared and they were waving around excitedly. ‘Ya, is that cool or what?’
‘You mean they want me back? Me? Who wants me back?’
‘Anna Conda’s leading the protest, and TRex says it’s not much fun when he has no one to compete with.’
Wowie, I never thought TRex even knew words like ‘compete’.
Blank continued, ‘And me, of course. I’ve been going blank and writing graffiti all over the school like “Bring Back Zero”.’
‘That’s nice. I think. Go on . . .’
‘And Lizzie Lizard was saying how she always liked you.’
‘Nooo!’
‘SuperZero, you gotta get back, man!’
‘But Masterror suspended me like, forever.’
‘Yeah, but come and see what’s happening. Come with me and just disappear so no one will know it’s you.’
‘Blank, that’s what
you
do—disappear. I can’t . . . remember? No superpowers.’
Anyway, believe it or not, we were back to the coconut branch thing. Only it was a lot worse, because I hid behind the coconut branch, and Blank disappeared, so now it looked like a talking coconut branch walking on the street by itself.
The sight at school hit me hard. I wanted to hug everyone. All those superkids, dozens of them, across all the classes—freshers, mid-schoolers, juniors, seniors—were holding up slogans like: ‘We want our Super Zero bake’ and ‘There is no hero like Supper Zero’. Yeah, well, spellings were not big at Superhero School. They focus more on things like stopping tornadoes, not on how to spell them.
Masterror stood with folded arms, glaring at the crowd. ‘If you continue this nonsense, I’m afraid we’ll just have to suspend the lot of you!’
‘You can’t,’ yelled Vamp Iyer, and I wanted to hug him, though I’m scared of his fangs. ‘You need us. You can’t have a superhero school without superheroes in it.’
Just then, Double-Headmistress swept out magnificently from her office and held up her hand.
Head 1: ‘Quiet! I will not have this bad behaviour. Please go back to your classes.’
Head 2: ‘Masterror, I am talking to you. Go back!’
Head 1: ‘Of course not. I am talking to the children. Masterror, stay!’
Head 2: ‘Masterror, go! Do you dare disobey your superior?’
Head 1: ‘Stay, I say!’
Head 2: ‘Go, before—’
Head 1: ‘STAY!’
Head 2: ‘GO!’
Thankfully, a buzz in the air relieved the unbearable tension, when even the superkids were so wrapped up in which head would win (it was more exciting than a boxing match!).
The Fly alighted right on top of the placard that said: ‘Do not suspense Super Zero!’ And when the Fly was around, everyone looked at him with respect.
The Fly spoke loudly (for someone that size): ‘Firstly, this is a terribly sad way to go about things. I was in the middle of training icebergs not to melt, when you called me all this way to break up this fight.’
Anna Conda yelled out delightedly, ‘Did you bring us an iceberg?’
The Fly continued, ‘No. Secondly, this is a terribly sad way to go about things.’
Vamp Iyer whispered to him, ‘Sshhh, you said that already.’
The Fly frowned at him and continued, ‘No, it is sad secondly too. It is sad because you have taken the law into your own hands, and claws and paws, and whatever else you superkids have. Fighting will solve nothing.’
Head 1: ‘I told you so.’
Head 2: ‘You say that so often you make me sick!’
Head 1: ‘And you make me want to cut off your head.’
Head 2: ‘Is this what you mean by not fighting?’
The Fly continued yet again, ‘Thirdly, this is a terribly sad way to go about
‘Er, what is—’
‘—the good news is that you have a lot of friends inschool, and the bad news is that they’re holding a protest outside Double-Headmistress’s office till you get sent back in.’
‘You said there was only good news . . . wait up . . . whaaaaat?’
Blank’s arms appeared and they were waving around excitedly. ‘Ya, is that cool or what?’
‘You mean they want me back? Me? Who wants me back?’
‘Anna Conda’s leading the protest, and TRex says it’s not much fun when he has no one to compete with.’
Wowie, I never thought TRex even knew words like ‘compete’.
Blank continued, ‘And me, of course. I’ve been going blank and writing graffiti all over the school like “Bring Back Zero”.’
‘That’s nice. I think. Go on . . .’
‘And Lizzie Lizard was saying how she always liked you.’
‘Nooo!’
‘SuperZero, you gotta get back, man!’
‘But Masterror suspended me like, forever.’
‘Yeah, but come and see what’s happening. Come with me and just disappear so no one will know it’s you.’
‘Blank, that’s what
you
do—disappear. I can’t . . . remember? No superpowers.’
Anyway, believe it or not, we were back to the coconut branch thing. Only it was a lot worse, because I hid behind the coconut branch, and Blank disappeared, so now it looked like a talking coconut branch walking on the street by itself.
The sight at school hit me hard. I wanted to hug everyone. All those superkids, dozens of them, across all the classes—freshers, mid-schoolers, juniors, seniors—were holding up slogans like: ‘We want our Super Zero bake’ and ‘There is no hero like Supper Zero’. Yeah, well, spellings were not big at Superhero School. They focus more on things like stopping tornadoes, not on how to spell them.
Masterror stood with folded arms, glaring at the crowd. ‘If you continue this nonsense, I’m afraid we’ll just have to suspend the lot of you!’
‘You can’t,’ yelled Vamp Iyer, and I wanted to hug him, though I’m scared of his fangs. ‘You need us. You can’t have a superhero school without superheroes in it.’
Just then, Double-Headmistress swept out magnificently from her office and held up her hand.
Head 1: ‘Quiet! I will not have this bad behaviour. Please go back to your classes.’
Head 2: ‘Masterror, I am talking to you. Go back!’
Head 1: ‘Of course not. I am talking to the children. Masterror, stay!’
Head 2: ‘Masterror, go! Do you dare disobey your superior?’
Head 1: ‘Stay, I say!’
Head 2: ‘Go, before—’
Head 1: ‘STAY!’
Head 2: ‘GO!’
Thankfully, a buzz in the air relieved the unbearable tension, when even the superkids were so wrapped up in which head would win (it was more exciting than a boxing match!).
The Fly alighted right on top of the placard that said: ‘Do not suspense Super Zero!’ And when the Fly was around, everyone looked at him with respect.
The Fly spoke loudly (for someone that size): ‘Firstly, this is a terribly sad way to go about things. I was in the middle of training icebergs not to melt, when you called me all this way to break up this fight.’
Anna Conda yelled out delightedly, ‘Did you bring us an iceberg?’
The Fly continued, ‘No. Secondly, this is a terribly sad way to go about things.’
Vamp Iyer whispered to him, ‘Sshhh, you said that already.’
The Fly frowned at him and continued, ‘No, it is sad secondly too. It is sad because you have taken the law into your own hands, and claws and paws, and whatever else you superkids have. Fighting will solve nothing.’
Head 1: ‘I told you so.’
Head 2: ‘You say that so often you make me sick!’
Head 1: ‘And you make me want to cut off your head.’
Head 2: ‘Is this what you mean by not fighting?’
The Fly continued yet again, ‘Thirdly, this is a terribly sad way to go about
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