Superpower Showdown by Alesha Dixon

Author:Alesha Dixon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic UK
Published: 2019-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

12

I was so bored.

Mum kept telling me that lying low was for my own safety, but it felt a little bit like I was under house arrest, especially since Nanny Beam had posted a load of agents around our house to keep watch. On the third day of not being allowed to go to school, I mentioned my take on the situation to Dad as he started cooking dinner.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Aurora, you are not under house arrest,” Dad said and chuckled. “We’re just taking a few precautions, that’s all. Nanny Beam pointed out that Mr Mercury knows your school very well, having been in disguise there for a while. We don’t want to take any risks.”

Kimmy barked loudly in agreement from her bed nearby. She’d spent the last three days following me from room to room, thrilled that I was now at home during the day so she could keep an eye on me all the time. I’d told Nanny Beam that she didn’t need to make her agents stand out in the cold all day protecting the house when we had Kimmy to do that, but she hadn’t listened.

“And,” Dad continued, his eyes twinkling, “at least you have plenty of company. Cherry, Aunt Lucinda, Alfred…”

He trailed off as we heard a loud crash from upstairs. Aunt Lucinda had mentioned to us a few minutes ago that Alfred was going to use Mum and Dad’s bedroom for his online Zumba class.

“Oh dear,” Dad sighed, raising his eyes to the ceiling and grimacing at the loud bass coming through from Alfred’s speakers. “That sounds like a few broken photo frames. Anyway, what was I saying? Ah, yes, that you’ve got some great company to join you in putting… uh” – he paused and then waggled his finger at my face – “whatever that is on your face.”

“It’s a home-made oatmeal and coconut milk face mask,” I explained, leaning back against the counter and picking up a spoon to look at my reflection. “Aunt Lucinda made it for us.”

“Hey, Aurora, I think you have some messages,” Cherry said, wandering in from the sitting room, her face also slathered in an oatmeal face mask. “Your phone vibrated a couple of times.”

She passed me my phone, which I’d left with her on the sofa, and I saw that the messages were from the Bright Sparks, asking how I was feeling. Like everyone else at school, they thought I’d been struck down with terrible flu and so was stuck in bed for the week. I’d told them that it was super contagious so not to come to the house. My heart sank as I read their get-better-soon messages and I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

I WISHED I could tell them everything. Lying to the Bright Sparks was so weird and I hated doing it, but I also knew that it was too complicated to let them in on all this. I couldn’t even tell Aunt Lucinda and Cherry exactly what had happened in the Vatican and India, and they had been there in person.

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