Sam's Weird and Eventful Dreams
Part One: Super Sam
As I walked down the street, busses and cars whizzing past me, I realized two things. One, I, Sam Seaborn, was not a normal human being. Two, I had on two different socks, navy blue, and red. Bright red. Where in the hell did I get a bright red sock?
"Dammit!" I yelled a bit too loudly. A little old lady turned around and glared at me, then smiled when she saw what I was looking at. My socks. I smiled sarcastically at her, and hoped that no one at the office would notice. It would be awhile before C.J would let it go. Josh would get a good laugh out of it too. I just didn't have time to go back and change them. Or did I?
Like I said, I just realized I'm not a 'normal human being'. How you may ask, I don't know. Stop laughing. I'm not normal. I know you all know that. I mean, supernatural not normal. Yeah. That's it. Supernatural. I'm…Super Sam. Ha. That has a…nice ring to it. Oh yeah, I know I have supernatural powers because the little elf told me. His name was Boo. He looked a lot like Marcellus off of Big Brother Three…But I only ever watched it one and only because I didn't feel like changing the channel. Excuse me, I'm digressing. So, Boo told me, and for some reason, I believe him.
Boo never told me that my name was Super Sam though, I made that up. I'm so creative. Boo told me that if ever I wanted to use my powers, all I had to do was yell out, 'Chicken gumbo on a stick!' really loud, then poof! I could use a power. I had to yell that out each time I wanted to use a different one. I thought maybe I could…magically send my other navy blue sock to me, and then I could change in the taxi.
I looked around, and saw that the streets were exceptionally empty. I took a deep breath, and shouted, "Chicken gumbo on a stick!" The little old lady turned around again. Oh well. I felt different now. Lighter. I focused all my mind power on my other navy blue sock, and pictured it zooming towards me. All of a sudden something hit me in the back of the head. It was the other bright red sock.
"Hell!" I shouted as loud as the chicken gumbo thing. Again, the little old lady turned around. She looked kind of scared almost. Then giggled at the sock that was hanging in my face. The bright red one. Oh well. At least I would be able to have two matching socks.
I hailed a cab. The driver was toothless, and bald, except for a fringe on the back of his head. I always got the gems. Take note to sarcasm. I told him where I was headed, and then realized I was going to be late. Oh well, not as late as I would have been had I walked back home to get my sock. My sock! I grabbed it off my head, and replaced the navy blue one. They now matched, though seemed to glow. Hell.
"Here we are." The driver coughed. I paid him, and left him a generous tip because I had no time to wait for my change. I flew into the office, and the first thing I head was C.J's voice.
"Samuel, cover your feet. They're blinding me." They were that bright. I sighed and gave her a look. She laughed.
Other then a comment or two from Josh, and one from Donna, I was left alone about my socks. The Devil socks. The socks from hell. The Richard Simmons's of socks. The… A frantic Leo interrupted my sock bashing.
"He's going to jump!" Leo was white as a ghost, and shaking. "The president! He's going to jump!"
"What?!" Josh yelped. He motioned for everyone to stay calm, and stay where they were. "Donna, calm Leo down. Sam, come with me."
We slowly entered the president's office, where he was staring up at the ceiling, standing in the middle of his two and a half foot desk. What? He was on his desk. The day just got weirder. Josh turned as white as Leo. I, well, I laughed. I couldn't stop laughing. It was hilarious. Josh glared at me. I thought he was going to hit me.
"I'm jumping. No one needs me. Those Rice Crispy trio owns this country. Everyone loves them. I'm not needed." With saying that, he leaped. Josh made a weird noise, and threw himself under the president to…I'm not sure. Break his fall or something. Only, they both lay there, motionless. Donna and C.J ran in.
"No! Jooosh!" Donna wailed, and threw herself at the broken Josh that still lay on the floor. "He's dead. So is the president."
C.J stood dumbfounded. I laughed again. "Good joke guys. That's a laugh." No one else was laughing. I felt for Joshes pulse. There wasn't one. Oh my god! What the hell? I needed to do something, fast.
"Chicken gumbo on a stick!!!" I shouted for the second time today. I felt light again, and kind of unsure what to do. Donna's tearstained face stared up at me as if I were insane. Maybe I was. I waved my hands over the two dead bodies. Words popped up in my head, I didn't know what language. I chanted them. Josh and the president woke up. I was…Super Sam!
C.J nudged Toby. "Gumbo?"
I stared at them, shrugged. The president and Josh were good as new. I was a hero or something along the lines of that. Some people looked as if they thought I was a freak. People were hugging the president, crying. Josh and Donna were making out in the corner. What?! Josh and Donna? Why didn't I know about them? I started walking towards them. A phone was ringing. How would I be able to hear a phone on top of all this commotion? My powers I guess. I picked it up, Josh was on the other end
"How come you're not at work?" He demanded. "We need you today, you could have at least called in sick!"
"What? I'm at work…I'm…" I looked around me. I was tangled in a mass of bedding. I had been asleep.