The Unicorn and the Superhero Nisha Wofford
The Unicorn and the Superhero
Lightening zipped through the sky which caused the entire bedroom to light up. Only seconds later, a crash of thunder followed. It had been raining all night long--even before she had gone to bed. Roughly thirty minutes had passed since her eyes first shot open, but it wasn’ t until now that the little girl had finally reached her bravest. She quickly pulled the covers from over her head and ran out of her room.
She panicked as she tripped over Rex and Monroe--her brother’ s pit-bulls. They normally slept in the hallway, outside of her bedroom door. Them being there made her feel safe. She liked to pretend that they were dragons guarding her castle, but tonight, fear had definitely gotten the best of her. Unaware, Rex stayed put but Monroe got up to follow.
The little girl was relieved once she reached her brother’ s room. In a split second she remembered the most important of many house rules. The rule said to knock before opening a closed door but a new crash of thunder clouded her judgement. She turned the knob and rushed for her brother’ s bed.
“ Jojo!” The boy stirred but did not wake.“ Joseph! Wake up! I’ m scared.” The little girl whined while climbing into his bed. He pulled his sister close to him then deeply exhaled,“ It’ s just rain, Sam!”
The age gap of the two made them an interesting pair. She was 4-years-old and he was one week into his 21st year of life. It was only the two of them and their bond was pretty special as far as siblings go. To the little girl, the boy was something like a superhero. He was big and strong and kept her protected from danger. To the boy, the little girl was something like a unicorn. She was girly and colorful and kept him in touch with his softer side.
“ What was that noise?!”“ Samiya!” The boy sighed. She squeezed her brother tightly.“ There it is again,” whispered the little girl.
The boy opened his eyes then lifted his head from his pillow. The room was dark but he could see Monroe standing at the foot to his bed.
“ It’ s just Monroe. Lay down, girl,” he chuckled as Monroe curled up at his feet.“ Sam, I’ m tired. If you keep talking I’ m gonna make you go all the way downstairs and be scared with mom and dad.”
“ No.” The little girl begged.
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