Bullet (Bee) Proof
As you already know by the title I have an awesome superpower. Some of my powers are just ordinary, like being smarter then my little brother. Another one that is pretty awesome is I can be in two places at once. Since I have an artificial leg, I can be really sneaky. Its not quite as cool as teleportation or anything, but I’m working on that.
In case you didn’t already know I have proximal femoral focal deficiency (PFFD). That is a really fancy way of saying one of my legs is a lot smaller. It didn’t really grow like my other leg so I had to have lots of surgeries so I could use my smaller leg with a prosthesis. I guess its not that special when you consider there are other superhero’s with bionic parts, but I have “skills” shall we say.
Anyway, enough of the background stuff. It seems like most days I figure out something that is cool about being me. I don’t mean because everything I do is awesome, but because most days doing normal stuff is really hard. When I figure out how to do hard stuff, its like yeah I am pretty cool, even if sometimes I am the only one who know how cool I really am. Except for mom and dad, that is. Mom and dad know how hard I try so when they see me being cool they are like, “look at her being really cool.”
Mom and dad know I really hate it when people call me special so they just nod and look at me with that “I know how cool you are” look with out saying anything. They know I that I know so we jus keep going.
I knew today was going to be frickin awesome. The weather has been bad so I was cooped up with my little brother for a whole week. He is getting old enough that he really smells bad, I mean like, please go take a shower smell bad. He wears the same clothes all week, even to bed. When mom and dad ask him to take a shower he act like its going to melt him. He lets his friends punch him in the arm on purpose, but he cant use soap? Whatever, at least today we can go outside and at least it isn’t as bad when we are outside, especially if there is a good breeze. I just have to make sure I stand on the correct side of him. Its like hunting on those jungle shows, now I understand what those guys mean when they say “down wind”.
As soon as I am outside I can smell the flowers, it is so pretty I completely forget that my brother is also outside. Unlike me he does not care about flowers, he wants to chase and yell, then throw, not necessarily in that order. Today apparently throw was at the top or the count so my wonderful scent of flower is now mingled with moist soil as I feel the dirt run down the side of my face.
“Dude, I am going to get you. Not cool.”
I could have decided to be civilized and tell mom. Then I could have continued with my appreciation of the flowers, but no way was I going to let my brother do that to me without consequences. I may be slower then him, but years of using wheelchairs and crutches has made my arms strong. He knows it too, cause he is running away already.
Our yard is small and I can heave a chunk of mud clear across it. So, before he gets to the door and dirt ball hits him square in the back of the head blowing mud all over him and the door. It was like the funniest thing ever cause there was blank space the size of his head inside the dirt blob on the door.
Before I can enjoy my victory mom is outside. “Kids come on you have been outside for five minutes, no throwing dirt, and Amy you get to clean the door.”
He looks over smiling at me, like he has won something, but we both know it was worth it, he won’t try that again, at least not till tomorrow.
I am strong, and cool, but there is more.
Anyway, he kind of sulks back towards me. “so what ya lookin at?”
“Flowers man, can’t you smell them?”
“Ya but they are just flowers”
Boys, seriously how can he me such a dufus, after being inside for like a week he can’t enjoy a flower.
Next think I know he is running all over the yard swishing his arms back and forth “Get away, get away, its a bee.”
He looks so funny, like he is doing some kind of dance with his arms and legs jumping all over the place. I barely can tell him “dufus its not a bee its a wasp”
See wasps have different bellies and stuff, plus there color is different. This is one those big ones with the big stinger that lives in the ground. As soon as he hears me say wasp he screeches and makes a run for the door.
Once the door slams shut I can see him with his round little face pushed up against the glass looking at me like I am on some other planet. I am sure he is thinking there is a dangerous mutant bug that will eat you or turn you into a zombie, get in here. I look at him with my head high, no fear. Mainly because I got scared last year and asked mr. James in biology about them. He told me that they were solitary bugs and didn’t usually bother people so I really should’t worry about it, they looked meaner then they were. I was still a little nervous, cause they really looked fierce, but I never got stung and plus I trust mr James.
He is still looking at me like I am a crazy person and I feel like a superhero cause I am out here and he is all scared and stuff. Except he keeps yelling something at me and pointing. Man my brother is crazy.
“Dude, I can’t here you man, what are you saying.” I say it real slow cause maybe he can read my lips.
He opens the door a crack “your leg!”
I Look down and right below my shorts is this huge wasp. They are way bigger, and scarier, up close. Just stinging and stinging the heck out my leg. At first I am like, he is stinging me, and I almost make a run for it. I can’t give my brother the satisfaction though, so I keep watching. That little guy keep trying, I don’t want to shoo him off and have him come at my face so I just watch as he sort of poops out and flies off.
My brother is still watching so I hold my arms up and show him my muscles, thats right man I am bulletproof, or at least bee proof. Don’t mess with me….this is just one of my many superpowers.