Superhero

As I sit casually in the bright, cheery park, twiddling my dry brown dreadlocks around my index finger. I kick at the sand beneath my feet and swing slowly on the swing. I watch the young children; playing on the slide, making sandcastles, sitting on the see-saw without a care in the world. Then I see a large figure storm into the park and I watch as a dark shadow looms over every child. I watch as every childs’ head turns to see what the large figure is going to do.

I know instantly that this is not the sort of person to mess with. He is tall, chubby and his cheeks are rosy red with anger. His eyes are hidden under a scruffy fringe that looks like it has bits of food and sweat in it and hasn’t been washed for months. Every child in the park drops what they have been playing with and slowly start to back away from the large boy. I stay sat comfortably in the swing and continue swinging, very slowly, forwards and backwards, my eyes staring coldly into the eyes of the figure. The boy can’t quite catch my gaze, but he starts to walk, towards a small boy playing in the sand. I see the look of horror switch onto the young boys face and I watch carefully as the figure starts to pick up and lump of sand in his big, podgy hands. He spits on it, with his salty saliva. Then he rolls the sand slowly into a ball in his hands. Everything goes in slow motion from then; I can see that the boy is going to drop this saliva sand ball onto the young childs head and I know that I have to do something. So I shoot over to the young boy like a bullet. I grab the child and carry on running, as fast as I can and place the young boy as far away from the bully as possible. Then I turn to see that the sand ball is still only half way through the air. I glance over at the young boy and see all the other children in the park running to comfort him as huge, salty tears start to form in his big brown eyes. Then I look back over at the bully; I know that I have to teach him a lesson. The bully...