just like Ma Kent ain’t my foster mom’s, but when I come here I guess I was perty young an’ perty scared, an’ I had me this Superboy doll my CPS worker—my Child Protection worker—give me cause she tol’ me he was a foster kid, too. They musta been tryin’ to trick me a little bit, cause they tol’ me I was gettin’ his very same foster parents, what with him all growed up an’
Superman
now, an’ that musta seemed okay to me cause it worked, just as soon as they give me some blue p.j.s an’ a red towel to pin around my neck. Plus, my name was already Clark an’ even though it was my last name, we took an’ made it my first one. Ma Kent says I didn’t say nothin’ for more than a month, which is a perty long time to be quiet, ’specially if you knew what it’s like inside my head. She says I just whizzed around the livin’ room makin’ little grunty noises an’ seemin’ like I was tryin’ to fly away. I guess I sweat up them Superboy p.j.s perty good. I know this is probly one tiling that makes me dumb, but I still wear the red towel around my neck whenever I can, but never at school cause I tried that a long time ago an’ I ended up haffin’ to give out a whole bunch of bloody noses right before I ended up haffin’ to go home. Ma Kent give me a bunch of Superboy comic books then, which showed how the real Clark Kent had this thing called a “secret idennity” which is where you don’t let anybody know you’re really Super-boy. You just wear regular clothes an’ act like you can’t fly or give out bloody noses. Plus, the Clark Kent in the comics has glasses just like me, ’cept I don’t think his are as thick as mine, cause of what my momma done to me. The secret idennity would of worked better if everbody didn’t already see the red towel, which is a cape in real life, but I guess it made things better.
I don’t like thinkin’ back before Ma an’ Pa Kent too much. First, it’s hard to remember exactly, like is somethin’ real or is my brain just makin’ it up. Sometimes stuff jumps in my head when I’m not thinkin’ about nothin’, or when I’m asleep. It’s bad to get too close to me when that happens cause there’s no tellin’ what I’ll do, like I might punch you or scream so loud you’ll pee. If I
try
to remember back then, it’s just all dark an’ bad. I heard my CPS lady tellin’ Ma an’ Pa Kent she ain’t sure if I’m dumb cause that’s how I come out, or cause of what they done to me after, but I don’t see who cares cause if you’re dumb you’re dumb, an’ it don’t make no differnce how come, you’re still gonna have to fight. She don’t call it dumb though, she calls it “inna-lekshully challenged” but I ain’t dumb, I know who all they call that, an’ we get treated differnt than everbody else.
There’s this guy gonna help me do this triath-a-lon. He’s about my same age, which
is
nineteen, an’ his name is Bo-re-gard Brewster. That’s his real name, honest. Everbody calls him Bo though, cause if you called him all of it you’d probly forget why you was talkin’ to him in the first place. Anyway, Bo’s kinda famous around our school on account of he called Mr. Redmond a asshole. Mr. Redmond is the football coach and the teacher of the English class they don’t let guys like me into. Really, Bo done that. Fact he done it twice, once when he was playin’ football, which he don’t do no more just for that very reason, and once in English class which he still does go to if he don’t call Mr. Redmond that again, an’ if he goes to Angry Management, which is this class that happens really early in the morning an’ has mostly scary guys in it, ’cept Bo ain’t one, even though everbody says he fights with his dad pretty good, too.
After he been helpin’ me awhile, I ast him why he said that to Mr. Redmond, an’ he said, “Settin’ the record straight, Superboy. Settin’ the record straight.” I think that means he done it
Superman
now, an’ that musta seemed okay to me cause it worked, just as soon as they give me some blue p.j.s an’ a red towel to pin around my neck. Plus, my name was already Clark an’ even though it was my last name, we took an’ made it my first one. Ma Kent says I didn’t say nothin’ for more than a month, which is a perty long time to be quiet, ’specially if you knew what it’s like inside my head. She says I just whizzed around the livin’ room makin’ little grunty noises an’ seemin’ like I was tryin’ to fly away. I guess I sweat up them Superboy p.j.s perty good. I know this is probly one tiling that makes me dumb, but I still wear the red towel around my neck whenever I can, but never at school cause I tried that a long time ago an’ I ended up haffin’ to give out a whole bunch of bloody noses right before I ended up haffin’ to go home. Ma Kent give me a bunch of Superboy comic books then, which showed how the real Clark Kent had this thing called a “secret idennity” which is where you don’t let anybody know you’re really Super-boy. You just wear regular clothes an’ act like you can’t fly or give out bloody noses. Plus, the Clark Kent in the comics has glasses just like me, ’cept I don’t think his are as thick as mine, cause of what my momma done to me. The secret idennity would of worked better if everbody didn’t already see the red towel, which is a cape in real life, but I guess it made things better.
I don’t like thinkin’ back before Ma an’ Pa Kent too much. First, it’s hard to remember exactly, like is somethin’ real or is my brain just makin’ it up. Sometimes stuff jumps in my head when I’m not thinkin’ about nothin’, or when I’m asleep. It’s bad to get too close to me when that happens cause there’s no tellin’ what I’ll do, like I might punch you or scream so loud you’ll pee. If I
try
to remember back then, it’s just all dark an’ bad. I heard my CPS lady tellin’ Ma an’ Pa Kent she ain’t sure if I’m dumb cause that’s how I come out, or cause of what they done to me after, but I don’t see who cares cause if you’re dumb you’re dumb, an’ it don’t make no differnce how come, you’re still gonna have to fight. She don’t call it dumb though, she calls it “inna-lekshully challenged” but I ain’t dumb, I know who all they call that, an’ we get treated differnt than everbody else.
There’s this guy gonna help me do this triath-a-lon. He’s about my same age, which
is
nineteen, an’ his name is Bo-re-gard Brewster. That’s his real name, honest. Everbody calls him Bo though, cause if you called him all of it you’d probly forget why you was talkin’ to him in the first place. Anyway, Bo’s kinda famous around our school on account of he called Mr. Redmond a asshole. Mr. Redmond is the football coach and the teacher of the English class they don’t let guys like me into. Really, Bo done that. Fact he done it twice, once when he was playin’ football, which he don’t do no more just for that very reason, and once in English class which he still does go to if he don’t call Mr. Redmond that again, an’ if he goes to Angry Management, which is this class that happens really early in the morning an’ has mostly scary guys in it, ’cept Bo ain’t one, even though everbody says he fights with his dad pretty good, too.
After he been helpin’ me awhile, I ast him why he said that to Mr. Redmond, an’ he said, “Settin’ the record straight, Superboy. Settin’ the record straight.” I think that means he done it
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