New story for child lit class. Proof read it for me, its due thursday. It would be greatly appreciated :)


The PaperBoy

“You’ve met your match, Superboy!”

“Never! I won’t let you take over the city”

“What are you doing, Dork?” Mitchell asked, walking into Jack’s room. Jack was too

busy with his action figures to even hear Mitchell talk to him.

“Ready to do battle, Superboy? HIYA HIYA HI-“

”JACK, dinner’s ready, what are you doing?”

“Sorry Mitch, I’m coming” Jack finally said. He put down his toys, and went to the

bathroom to wash up for dinner. Mitchell was already in there, drying his hands.

“Hey Jack, you know I used to be a super hero.” Jack looked at him in awe.

“Really, Mitch?”

“Yeah, I had superpowers and a costume and everything.”

Jack started scrubbing his hands. “What were you called?”

“The Paper Boy” Mitch answered. “I had a flying bike, and I could throw papers one

hundred mile per hour.”

“No way!” Jack said, not sure if he should believe his older brother. After all, this is the

same brother who told him that the if you begged enough, the dog would speak English.

“Yes way. Come on, dinners waiting. Go ask Mom and Dad, they’ll tell you its true.

Jack followed Mitchell downstairs to the dining room. They sat down at their usual

places, next to each other.

“What took you guys so long?” Mom asked. “I was starting to think one of you got sucked down the drain.”

“Just like our brother Timmy,” Mitchell started to say, before Dad interrupted.

“No more ‘brother Timmy’ stories,” he said.

The family began to pass dinner around, and fill their plates. Jack was staring at his

brother, wondering if he could really have been a super hero. “What are you staring at me for?”

Mitchell asked, when he noticed what Jack was doing.

“Hey Dad, was Mitch really the Paper Boy?”

Dad finished chewing his roll. “He sure was.”

“Wow,” Jack said, amazed that someone in his family was really a super hero, just like

the guys on TV. “Was he good?”

“He was the best!” Dad began. “He could throw a paper better than anyone. And he used

to just fly down Cherry Hill.”

“Told you” Mitchell whispered to Jack.

“How come you stopped?” Jack asked Mitchell.

“I don’t know, I guess I was getting a little old for it.”

Jack had lots of questions about what it was like to be a super hero, but he didn’t want to

bug Mitchell at the dinner table. When everyone was done, he went back to his room to play.

Mitchell was at his desk, doing homework, when Jack came in. He tapped Mitchell on his

shoulder, and smiled.

“What is it? I’m doing homework.” Mitchell said.

“Can I see it?” Jack asked, excitedly.

“See what?” Mitchell said, puzzled.

“Your costume, let me see your Paper Boy suit.”

“Sorry, I can’t,” Mitchell said.

“Aww but why?” Jack asked anxiously.

“It’s official superhero business. Maybe when you’re older.”

Jack left Mitchell alone to finish his homework. Something was up, and Jack wanted to

know what. Why would he be hiding his costume if he isn’t a superhero anymore? Jack went

back to his room and picked up his Superboy action figure. “What’s Mitch up to, Superboy?”

Jack asked his plastic friend.

At seven o’clock, Jack ran downstairs. It was time for Superboy on TV. It was his

favorite show, and he never missed an episode. Superboy was a regular kid by day, and a crime

fighter at night. He hid his identity from his parents, because no one could know that he was

actually a superhero.

“That’s it!” Jack exclaimed, as he watched the show. “Mitchell can’t show me his

costume because he wants everyone to think he’s not The Paperboy anymore!”

Jack grew excited, as he thought about his brother fighting crime at night. He had a plan

to find out, but he had to wait til everyone went to bed.

At nine o’clock, Mom put his nightlight on and closed the door. But Jack wasn’t going to

bed. He waited until he was sure everyone else was asleep, and slowly left his room. He walked

down the hall to Mitchell’s room. As carefully as possible, Jack opened Mitchell’s door, and

crawled in. Mitch was laying in bed, fast asleep. He was also snoring. Jack giggled at the loud

noises his brother was making, but stopped before he woke him up.

“I wonder why he isn’t out fighting crime,” Jack thought. “Superheros are always out at

night.” He crawled over to his closet. Maybe he was off tonight, but Jack was still going to find

Mitchell’s costume.
After digging through all the hangers, Jack found nothing that resembled a superhero’s

costume. He was disappointed, and began to crawl back out the door. When he opened it again,

the door made a very loud creak, and Mitchell nearly jumped out of bed. “Who’s there!?”

Mitchell asked.

“It’s just me, Jack.”

“You scared me, what are you doing in my room this late?”

“I thought you might be out fighting crime, and then I saw you were asleep, so I wanted

to see your superhero suit,” Jack answered, feeling sorry he woke up his brother.

“Come here, Kid,” Mitchell said to him, and Jack jumped up on his bed. “I’m going to

tell you a secret. But you can’t tell Mom or Dad, ok?”

“I won’t, I promise!” Jack said, happy his brother would offer a secret to him.

“Ok, here it is. You Want to know why I stopped being The Paperboy? It’s because when

you get old enough, you’re going to take over. That is, if you want to.”

Jack could hardly contain his excitement. “I could be The Paperboy?” he asked.

“That’s right. And I’ll teach you The Paperboy superpowers too,” Mitchell explained.

Jack was so happy that he hugged his brother. “I can’t wait, Mitch!” he said.

“Haha, alright alright. Just get to bed for now, ok? We’ve got to go to school tomorrow.

You can’t be the Paperboy unless you’re smart.”

Jack smiled at Mitchell as he got up off the bed. He was proud of himself, and happy that

Mitch was going to teach him super powers. “Goodnight Mitch,” he said, leaving the room.

“Goodnight, Paperboy.”