Super Three's Page 2
Chapter Two
Maggie wakes to the face of Andrew staring back at her. He is sitting on the edge of his bed. “Wow! I think mommy took a nap too,” she says. He reaches over to her putting his hand on hers. “Sorry, mommy,” Andrew says. She smiles “Hey, lets go to the park.” Andrew nods his head agreeing. “Let’s get you dressed into some play clothes,” she says. Then walking over to the dresser, she pulls out some clothes and hands them to Andrew. Andrew was pretty self-reliant for a three year old. He loved to dress himself, he loved to brush his teeth and comb his hair. He wasn’t too big on words; although, his vocabulary was growing each day. He loved to play outside and especially at the park. He also knew that flying was prohibited at the park or outside near people. So Maggie thought for three he was pretty smart.
Andrew was excited as they rounded the corner street where the park was. He could see the children playing and all he wanted to do was run, and run fast. “Go ahead, go play,” Maggie said, as she noticed his excitement. The children were all running around playing on the swings, slides and in the sandbox. Andrew ran right over to the swings and started swinging. A little girl saw him and went over to swing next to him. Maggie made her way to a park bench and sat down. As she watched the two children swinging happily and chattering back and forth to each other, she notices another child running up to them. Andrew is startled and a beam of light shines out of Andrew’s eyes towards the child. Maggie is shocked; she quickly stands up and moves towards the children. The child, which now she notices is another little girl, looks harshly back at her and then opens her mouth towards Andrew. A gust of wind comes whirling towards Andrew knocking him on his little butt. Then the little girl turns towards Maggie and she is hit by a gust of wind whirling at her. She is quickly surrounded by a cyclone of sand and dirt. Maggie speeds, though the cyclone, and grabs Andrew from the ground and stops over by the slides. She looks over to the little girl “are you trying to hurt us?” she yells. Just as she is watching for the little girls response Maggie is hit again, this time in the back of the head. In her surprise she feels her head, it’s like a cold, wet blanket, she turns around to see a little boy with both hands out in front of him. There is an icy build up on the ground where he is standing. Maggie looks over to the little girl then back at the little boy and down at Andrew who looks like he has hail stuck to his clothes. She reaches down to brush off Andrew when he bolts from her arms, “Andrew no,” she yells out. He fly’s through the air, circling the little girl by the swings, then holds up his index finger. As he starts to point over to the little boy, a stream of electricity bolts from his finger. He hit the boy with a lightening bolt the size of a pencil, it is cute, but nonetheless, it hurts. The little boy flies backwards and lands in the sandbox; a billowing of sand follows him. He sits up and wipes his face.
Maggie stunned “that’s new, I guess that explains the gray marks on the ceiling,” she says. She quickly realizes what is happening and rushes over to Andrew. The little boy is in the sandbox dazed in a fog, he is covered with singe marks. The little girl now screams to get her nose-in-a-book mothers attention. The dirt and sand in the air make it hard to see. Other children are pointing towards them and parents are gathering in groups. Maggie knows she doesn’t have a lot of time to get this under control.
“Hey, what is happening here?” says the mother. She stands up to see her children. Maggie glances over to her as Andrew starts to point his finger again. “Stop, Andrew,” Maggie says. Andrew ignores his mother and proceeds to zap the little girl, which in turn lands her in the dirt. The little girl covered in singe marks brushes off her pink dress. “Hey, that’s not fair mommy, that’s not fair,” the girl, says. Maggie reaches down to hold Andrews hands, “no, I said stop,” she is not sure what to do at this point. Again she feels a cold iciness in the back of her head. She quickly turns around and rushes towards the little boy who is laughing. “Mommy I iced her,” the boy says. Maggie gets angry, looks for the mother when she is pummeled hard and bounces on the ground. She notices the mother standing back up and wiping the dirt off her pants. Both mothers stand staring at each other, like gunslingers at the OK Coral. Maggie is covered with dirt and sand, her hair is all out of place, she is untidy. The other mother looks a little disheveled, as she is wiping the dirt from her face. Maggie looks up and notices Andrew is flying circles around all of them. “Andrew Cole, you get down here this instant,” she demands. Andrew starts laughing and begins pointing his finger at the boy and girl and mother. The little girl retaliates and sends gusts of wind towards Andrew; the little boy does the same and sends hail towards him the size of little marbles. Their mother raises both her hands up and looks as if she is trying to separate the wind from the ice. Andrew is getting wind blown and then feels the icy marbles. “Ouch, mommy, ouch,” he says. “I got him mommy,” the boy says. “No, I got him mommy,” says the girl. “Stop it both of you,” says the mother. Andrew eyes start to illuminate as he flies towards Maggie. He is all tattered and torn from the hail; his clothes are dust filled and sand blasted. The little girl sends another gust of wind their way when her mother steps in front of it “enough,” she yells. She holds her hands up and a shield blocks Andrew and Maggie. The girls wind blow back toward her and she ends up face down in the dirt. Maggie smiles in gratitude and nods her head. “No more, Andrew,” she tells him. She starts to brush off his clothes, and tries to get the sand out of his hair. “You’re going to need a long bath tonight,” she says.
The mother calls for her two children and sits them down on a park bench. Maggie could hear the yelling and scolding. “She is just like me, a mother,” she says. “Andrew, I want you to stay here,” she says. Andrew nods his head and starts kicking his feet. “I will be right back,” she says as she starts to walk towards the mother.
“Hey,” she says to the other mother. “Hi,” says the mother. “I am sorry, I think we started an unnecessary little war here,” Maggie says. “Yes, I believe so, and Bianca and George you know better,” looking at her two children. “Well, Teresa that was fun,” Maggie says. Looking back at Andrew, who is still sitting on the ground playing in the sand. “Yeah, kind of gives another meaning to play group,” says Teresa with a laugh. Maggie grins and looks back towards Andrew, he is no longer playing in the sand.
Both mothers look around, “where did you go?” Maggie says. Engaging her speed she runs around the park looking for Andrew. About half way around she hears her name “Maggie, “ Teresa yells out. Maggie quickly runs back to where the children were. As she comes closer she sees all three once again battling it out, she stops to yell at Andrew. “Andrew, stop this now, “ she says. Andrew is flinging his electric shock waves into the air around Bianca and George. They are all standing in the middle of gusts of wind, and icy storm and lighting strikes. Both mothers’ looks at each other exhausted and yell, “stop.”
The children all stop to look at their mother; one by one they put down their hands, and close their mouth. By now other children in the park are all standing around with amazed looks on their face. Some towing their parents over by the hand to see what all the commotion is about. Maggie and Teresa both grab their children and pretend that they are normal kids having a little scuffle. Teresa stops and places her hand on Maggie “same time tomorrow?” Maggie nods yes as she picks up Andrew. “I thought this was going to be more difficult, didn’t you?” says Teresa. Maggie leans in close “this is just preparing them for preschool, can you imagine Kindergarten?” she says. Both mothers smile and wave goodbye as they head in different directions to go home.
The End or Beginning.
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Tina Stauss is a small massage business owner, writer, mother and creative writing student from Full Sail University. Born and raised in Santa Cruz, California she has lived all over the United States and now calls Washington her home. She is NCBTMB Board Certified an
d has written massage manuals for Ayurveda Massage and How to Use Oils. She is working on her BFA in Creative Writing and is currently editing a novel.
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