Firegirl
“I had lots of rescues.
Masked marauders — I always liked the word marauders, which I got from one of Jeff’s comics, and of course they had to have masks on, really creepy masks with horns — would try to steal Courtney for some reason involving lots of money.
But there I was, battling my way past them, breaking the chains on her wrists, and carrying her up through some kind of tunnel of falling blades, which turned out to be not far from school when we surfaced. We dived right into my fat red Cobra and out of the parking lot, our pockets dripping with gold and jewels — enough for us to live on for the rest of our lives.
Or I would be at recess, flapping cool air into my blazer and talking with the guys about the science quiz, when I’d suddenly look up — I was the only one who knew to do this at just that moment — to see Courtney plummeting through the air. The jet her uncle was piloting was on fire and crashing.
“She bailed out!” I would say. “Stupid chute didn’t open!”
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