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  For Alan, my husband and my superhero. —JJ

  CONTENTS

  1. A Squirrel in School

  2. A Mystery Present at My Door

  3. Silver Goggles

  4. The Storm

  5. The Man in the Yellow Vest

  6. A Trip to the Principal’s Office

  7. Stop the Train!

  8. A Hero (At Last)

  1. A Squirrel in School

  “Is that a new watch?” my friend Geraldo asked as we walked into class.

  “No,” I said, looking down at my right arm. “Just a wristband.”

  “The flashing lights are cool,” Geraldo said.

  I covered my wrist with my left hand. Geraldo had no idea what those clear flashing buttons could do. If I pressed one, I could zoom out of the classroom in a cloud of smoke. My wristband controlled my Zapato Power, the purple sneakers I wore to school every day, ready to be a hero.

  Except there weren’t too many superhero jobs at Starwood Elementary. The last person who cried “Help!” was my friend Maria, when she dropped her pencil box. Most days were filled with math, social studies, art, and other normal stuff.

  Luckily, that day was different, thanks to a gray squirrel with a long bushy tail.

  We saw him, coming in from recess. He dashed right by our teacher, Mrs. Lane, as she was holding open the door.

  “Look!” Maria shouted. “A squirrel!”

  “EEEEEEE!”

  A squirrel running in the school sure got people excited. My class chased after it. Everyone rushed out of their classrooms to watch. The principal, Mrs. Connor, came out of her office. I smiled. This was NOT going to be another boring, quiet day at Starwood Elementary.

  “STAY AWAY!” Mrs. Connor shouted. She put her hand up like a crossing guard. “SQUIRRELS CAN BE DANGEROUS!”

  Dangerous? That word got my superhero radar going! I never thought I’d need to save my school from a squirrel, but any hero job was a job for me.

  A long gray tail dashed around the corner. I tapped my wristband and took off.

  My purple zapatos give me super speed. I can run faster than a squirrel. I can run faster than a train. And best of all, you only see a puff of smoke when I pass.

  I heard more screaming and followed the noise to the music room, where kids were jumping.

  “SQUIRREL!” they shouted. “THAT WAY!”

  With super speed, I could search the whole building in two blinks. The problem was finding the squirrel. Squirrels are not just fast, they’re small. They can hide.

  I ran through the school three times, listening for screams. No luck! I was just about to give up when I saw a flash of gray run into the kindergarten hall. The kindergartners only go half day, so the rooms were quiet. I tiptoed through an open door. Bingo! Something gray and fluffy was sitting on the windowsill, with his paws raised, like he was begging to go outside. Poor squirrel!

  I opened a window for him on the other side of the room. Now all I had to do was get him moving.

  “BOO!” I stamped my foot. The squirrel ran, but towards the open door, not the window. OOPS! I should have thought of that.

  I slammed the door. The squirrel spun around, saw the open window, and escaped.

  Freddie, the superhero, saved Starwood Elementary from a squirrel! I was happy until the principal charged into the room.

  “Freddie Ramos,” Mrs. Connor asked, “did you slam that door?”

  Superheroes are supposed to work in secret. That’s why so many of them have masks. I didn’t have a mask, so I had to talk as fast as I could run.

  “Yes, but I was helping get rid of the squirrel.”

  Mrs. Connor pointed to herself. “That pest is my problem, not yours, Freddie.”

  The principal marched me back to Mrs. Lane and told her to keep an eye on me. Secret superheroes don’t get much credit.

  2. A Mystery Present at My Door

  With the squirrel gone, I was all out of superhero work. Mrs. Lane kept me busy with schoolwork until the bell rang. Then I ran up the stairs to Starwood Park, where my mom and I live. At my door, I saw something that made my heart beat quick—a package!

  “The last time you got a present, it changed your life,” a deep voice said.

  I turned around to see Mr. Vaslov. He had a plunger in his hand. Mr. Vaslov takes care of Starwood Park Apartments and all the people who live there.

  “Did you leave this for me?” I showed him my name on the thick envelope.

  He chuckled and shook his bushy gray head. “Not this time, Freddie.”

  Mr. Vaslov is also an inventor. He made my super zapatos. Except he wasn’t sure they worked at first. He left them at my door in a box, so I could test them out.

  “You can tell me the truth,” I said. “I won’t laugh if your new invention is a dud.”

  Mr. Vaslov walked away with his plunger. “Sorry, Freddie. I have to go. There’s a stopped up toilet next door.”

  He left me alone with the padded brown envelope. I took it inside my apartment, 29G, and pulled the red strip on the bottom. Gray fluffy stuff blew into my face, and I sneezed. Not everything about getting a present is fun.

  After I cleaned off my face, I put my hand in the envelope. Inside, I found a pair of super looking

  GOGGLES!

  They were silver, just like the wings on the side of my purple zapatos. I ran down the hall to a mirror.

  “Fantástico!” The silver goggles looked like a superhero mask. They were just what I wanted! And I knew just who gave them to me.

  I zoomed back outside to find Mr. Vaslov. He was hurrying down the sidewalk with his plunger under his arm.

  Super speed sure helps when you want to catch up with someone.

  “Thanks for the silver goggles!” I said, giving Mr. Vaslov a hug. It got me a little closer to the plunger than I wanted, but that was okay. Mr. Vaslov is a good guy.

  He laughed. “Freddie! I told you. It wasn’t me.”

  “It has to be you!” I said. “No one else knows I need them.”

  Mr. Vaslov rubbed his chin. “We did talk about getting you a costume.”

  “YES! And this is a great mask for a superhero. Thank you!”

  “It wasn’t me,” Mr. Vaslov repeated, shaking his head. “Sorry.”

  I was confused. If Mr. Vaslov didn’t give me the goggles, who did?

  “There’s the train!” Mr. Vaslov put his hand by his ear. The metro train was rumbling behind Starwood Park on its overhead track. “Are you going to race it?”

  My feet tingled in my purple shoes. Racing the train always made me feel good. And it would be a chance to try out my silver goggles. I hoped they could keep the wind out of my eyes.

  “See you later!” I waved at Mr. Vaslov.

  3. Silver Goggles

  The grass beside the overhead train track is the world’s best place to run. I spread out my arms, pretending to be an airplane. Airplanes can beat trains, and that’s how fast I am.

  My legs spun faster and faster. A light cloud swirled around me. Rápido! The train fell behind me as the wind whooshed hard against my face. But it didn’t hurt my eyes, not with the silver goggles protecting them.

  I ran past the train station, down a trail that leads to a bridge over the tracks. Then I stopped and checked my watch just as the 5:35 came speeding in beneath me. That’s my mom’s train. I love to watch it come through. She leaves work at the same time every day, and walks from the station. When she comes home she expects to see me with open books, doing my homework. No hay problema. Mom wouldn’t beat me home.

  Smoke whooshed out of my super shoes as I ran down the trail. Between the trees, I could see the track getting higher as it
rose to meet the station. And I could see the letter “W” on a red baseball cap stuck in a tree.

  Zapato Power smoke gave me super vision, like looking through a telescope. And with my silver goggles, I didn’t have to squint in the wind anymore. Next to my super sneakers, they were the best gift ever.

  When I got home, my guinea pig, Claude the Second, stood up in his cage.

  “WHEET!” That’s Claude the Second’s way of saying hello. “WHEET!”

  I gave him a carrot and went to the mirror to look at my silver goggles again. Who gave them to me?

  My Uncle Jorge mailed presents sometimes. I looked at the padded envelope the goggles came in. The return address was Cleveland, Ohio. Uncle Jorge lived in New York. I didn’t know anybody in Ohio.

  There were no clues inside the envelope, either. Just more of that gray fluffy stuff that made me sneeze.

  It was a mystery I’d have to figure out after my homework.

  “How was your day, Freddie?” Mom came through the door and smiled to see me with my math book open. “Anything exciting happen?”

  I told her about the squirrel. She thought it was so funny, I didn’t have to add anything else, like how I got a mystery package with silver goggles. Besides, Mom was excited to show me something.

  “Look what I bought for you on my lunch hour.” She held up an orange bathing suit with palm trees all over it. Orange was not my favorite color, and I wasn’t so sure about the palm trees, either.

  “It was on sale,” she said.

  That didn’t surprise me. Mom loved sales. But why did she get me a bathing suit?

  “Where am I going to wear it?” I asked.

  “Summer camp!” Mom said. “I signed you up!”

  “Isn’t that expensive?”

  “A little,” Mom admitted. “But your Uncle Jorge sent me some money to help pay for it. He wants you to learn how to swim.”

  “He didn’t tell me that! We talked last week.”

  Uncle Jorge called me a couple of times a month to ask if I was still playing basketball and wearing my hair short like a soldier. My dad was a hero in the army. And ever since we lost him, Uncle Jorge helps my mom and me out whenever he can.

  “Summer will be here soon,” Mom said. “Only one month.”

  “You’re right!”

  Camp didn’t seem like such a bad idea. And I’d always wanted to learn how to swim. It was a good skill for a superhero to have.

  4. The Storm

  That night, just after I went to bed, we had a thunderstorm. It was a really loud one, the kind that sounds like horses stamping on the roof while some crazy cowboy shoots a rifle. My mom got a little scared, so I ran out of my bedroom to keep her company.

  Crash! Crack!

  “What was that?” Mom shouted.

  I thought about putting on my purple sneakers and silver goggles. Superheroes are supposed to be brave and check out loud noises. But it was dark outside, and mom looked like she needed me.

  “No te preocupes.” She touched my cheek. “Don’t worry. We’re together.”

  Another crash of thunder made us both jump. We hugged on the couch until all the roaring, pounding, and booming stopped. It was nice to have a mom to take care of.

  In the morning, I left the house with my purple zapatos on my feet, my wristband on my arm, and my silver goggles in my backpack. If there was a superhero job at school, I’d be ready.

  Mr. Vaslov met me at the stairs leading down to Starwood Elementary.

  “Look at that!” He pointed at the school.

  A huge tree had fallen, hitting the edge of the gym roof, making a hole. Mrs. Connor wasn’t going to be happy about this.

  “The winds were really high last night,” Mr. Vaslov said.

  “And loud. I’m glad it’s over.”

  “The storm is,” he answered, “but not the clean up. More trees could fall.”

  “Really?” I asked.

  Mr. Vaslov nodded. “Bad storms weaken them.”

  We talked about falling trees until Mr. Vaslov looked at his watch. “You’re going to be late, Freddie.”

  “No, I’m not!” I said, taking off. “I have Zapato Power.”

  I walked into my classroom just as the bell rang. Everyone, including Mrs. Lane, was crowded around the window. At first we all looked at the big tree on the gym roof.

  Then Geraldo shouted. “Check out that squirrel!”

  “He’s purple!” Jason called.

  “It can’t be,” Maria said. “Squirrels aren’t purple.”

  But the one standing outside our window was. His fur looked like he had fallen into a bucket of grape soda.

  “He looks hungry!” Geraldo said.

  His paws were raised, like he was begging. He reminded me of the gray squirrel I’d chased out of the kindergarten room.

  “Why is he purple?” Maria asked. “Did someone paint him?”

  “Let’s hope not,” Mrs. Lane answered. “That would be cruel.”

  Who would hurt a squirrel? I thought about my guinea pig, Claude the Second. He was such a small, friendly, furry guy. I’d sure be upset if someone was mean to him.

  When Mrs. Lane told us to put our backpacks away and get ready for math, I checked on my silver goggles. They were right where I left them, between my lunch and my library book. If someone was hurting little animals, I would need Zapato Power soon.

  5. The Man in the Yellow Vest

  I wore my goggles out to recess. Jason noticed right away.

  “Hey! Is that you, Freddie! You look like a crime fighter!”

  It was exactly what I wanted to look like. Was it okay for kids to see my costume? Mr. Vaslov didn’t mind if I wore my super zapatos and my wristband to school. It was the best way to test if his inventions really worked.

  But Mr. Vaslov didn’t give me the goggles. That was still a mystery.

  “Can I try them on?” Jason asked.

  Jason cries a lot, so I let him have a turn with the goggles. It gave me a chance to see them on someone else’s face. If I didn’t know Jason was wearing a green shirt with blue jeans, the goggles would have been a good mask. That’s what I needed. Superheroes can’t do their jobs if everyone knows who they really are.

  “Thanks, Freddie,” Jason said, handing back the goggles.

  I put them in my pocket, deciding to be a little more careful around my friends. If they found out I had shoes with super speed, they’d be jealous. Mr. Vaslov has only been able to make one pair of special shoes and I have them.

  “Look over there!” Jason shouted. “TV cameras.”

  We went to the gym, where Mrs. Connor was talking to TV reporters and pointing at the tree on the roof.

  “Are you worried about the safety of the children?” a lady with a microphone asked.

  “Of course,” Mrs. Connor said. “That’s all I ever worry about.”

  Just then, the purple squirrel popped his head out of the hole in the gym roof and scampered down the tree trunk. He stood directly in front of the TV camera.

  “A purple squirrel!” the camera man squealed. “We have another news story!”

  Mrs. Connor didn’t want a squirrel stealing her TV time. She stamped her foot and shouted. “GO AWAY!”

  That’s all the purple squirrel needed to take off. The reporters followed him with their microphone and camera. They couldn’t keep up—not without Zapato Power. I pressed the first button on my wristband and pulled out my goggles.

  The problem with chasing squirrels is that they don’t run on the ground. They scamper up trees and fly off branches. Luckily, the purple squirrel made a lot of noise and his color was easy to spot.

  I chased the purple squirrel behind the school, past Starwood Park, and through the woods. Once, I got stuck behind a big tree that had fallen in the storm. No hay problema. I pushed the second button on my wristband.

  BOING!

  I jumped right over the fallen tree. Mr. Vaslov accidentally gave me super bounce when he made me the wris
tband to control my sneakers. Jumping high in the air was almost like flying, except birds fly straight and I just bounce. It was faster to run.

  The squirrel finally stopped just outside the gate of the metro station. He scurried up to a man in a yellow vest and raised his paws.

  “You’re late, little friend,” the man said as he dropped some peanuts on the ground. “You almost missed your snack.”

  The purple squirrel grabbed a peanut and chomped away while the man leaned down for a closer look.

  “Whoa!” he said. “What happened to you?”

  That’s exactly what I was trying to figure out.

  Who would paint a squirrel purple?

  6. A Trip to the Principal’s Office

  I left the purple squirrel with the man in the yellow vest. Recess was just about over, and I had to get back to Mrs. Lane. Teachers are like moms. They always want to know where you are.

  When I got back to the playground, I found my whole class gathered around the TV reporters, answering questions about the purple squirrel.

  “When did you first see him?”

  “This morning,” Jason said.

  “I saw him first!” Geraldo waved his arms, trying to be sure he got on TV.

  “Does he live in the school?” The reporter put the microphone in front of Mrs. Lane.

  “I hope not! Mrs. Connor wouldn’t like that.”

  Did the principal hate squirrels? She sure stamped her foot and shouted loud when the purple squirrel tried to steal her TV time. Maybe Mrs. Lane had given me a clue I should check out.

  But that meant going to the principal’s office! No one wants to go there. That’s where teachers send you when you get caught throwing food in the cafeteria. I gulped. Superheroes sure had to be brave.