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soverom.”
    “And why should I carry you to
your bedroom?” he asked, with a cheeky grin on his face.
    “ Fordi jeg er lei !”
I responded.
    “Oh, you’re tired! Well then I
have simply got to carry you upside down!”
    Papa strode over to me and picked
me up. Now most people say I’m really tall at five foot whatever.
But papa was a giant at six foot, five inches. He lifted me in the
air by my ankles and promptly swung me upside down, with my face
inches from the floor. Hilde, Papa and I couldn’t contain our
giggles as papa marched to Hilde’s and my bedroom. Hilde followed
us her own brown eyes bright and alert. She brushed a strand of
light brown hair out of her face. For a fifteen year old, she’s
easily pleased.
    “Go, onkel Andreas!” She
shouted.
    Papa flopped me on my bed and
carefully tucked me in. “Natt, natt! Carly.”
    “Natt, papa.” I said
yawning.
    “Elsker du.” He said.
    “Love you too.”
    “Hilde, are you
crashing as well?”
    “No, onkel Andreas. I’m gonna go watch
T.V.”
    And without further ado she raced out of the
room. A few seconds later and the voice of Tyra Banks filled the
room.
    I don’t even remember him leaving the room. My
urge to sleep was too great. I was overwhelmed by the journey into
dreamland.
    Usually I hope for the same dream that I had
on the first day I got my powers. But since I was so tired the only
thing the unconscious part of my brain could think of was krumkake.
So I fell asleep to dreams of krumkake. I dreamt that I was a
princess and my castle was made of cake and whipped cream. And
everyday I would get a can of whipped cream and spray its’ entire
contents on to a roll of cake. To make a long story short my days
were good!
    And then all of
a sudden my castle turned into a tree house. The exact tree house
owned by Harrison. And nailed on the wooden door was a sign. And on
that sign in big, fat red letters was: No
one with less than three powers will be allowed entrance! I sobbed and sobbed next to the sign and after a
while the faces of Jake, Harrison and Darryl filled the window.
Except in my dream the faces were turned into one of complete and
utter hatred. The Jake I knew was the kindest guy on earth. Er..and
the others too! Anyway when they saw me helpless I expected them to
open the door and tear the sign to shreds. And then give me a
welcoming hug into the metal fortress.
    But of course that didn’t happen. Instead
Jake, my kind and loving Jake, pressed a big red button on top of a
silver remote. And in time with the button-pressing, the floor
opened up under me and I fell into a pitch black infinite
hole.
    In the midst of all this, Jake’s words rang
out like a fire alarm. “Farewell Carly.”
    Just as a bottom appeared I was jerked awake
by an unknown force.
    “ Anne! Anne, wake up!” Hilde shook
me awake. Anne was my middle name. A Norwegian name to counter my
first one.
    I looked around.
    The room was pitch black, the only light
coming from a small torch in Hilde’s hands.
    “ Hilde Anita Martinsen! Just what
do you think you’re doing?” I glanced at the digital clock beside
me. “It’s eleven o'clock in the night!”
    “ You were crying!”
    I felt my eyes. Sure enough they were
wet.
    “ What were you
dreaming about, fetter Carly.”
    I stole her
Norwegian ‘cousin’ in my next sentence, “Nothing! Now go to
bed fetter Hilde!”
    I turned over and made an attempt at heavy
breathing. I wasn’t sure if Hilde bought it, but she climbed up the
ladder of the bunk bed and didn’t utter another sound except for a
few soft snores.
    When I was certain she was asleep I let out a
sigh. And then started sobbing.
    Again.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Darryl
    VIII
     
     
     
    “ Ah!” I thought. I laid down my book, Moby Dick, for
the seventy-second time. I love that feeling of satisfaction you
get whenever you finish a book. It makes you feel so
accomplished!
    I had had ten minutes of lunch left, and had
decided to spend it with my