Super (Book 2): Super Duper Read Online Free

hadn’t been looking for a home for Din-Din. She already had
a home with Ella. “Besides, I think you secretly like having
her. You could use a little company.”
“I need a boyfriend, Audrey. Not a cat. Getting a cat
is the exact opposite of getting a boyfriend. The more cats I
have the more likely I will never have a boyfriend again.” Ella
had a brain that worked faster, held more, and did more than
most people could ever comprehend. But somehow she kept
ending up with these guys that were practically brain dead
compared to her. It never worked out.
“Hold on,” she said. I listened to dead air for a minute
before she came back on the line. “OK, I’m back.”
While I was on hold I opened the box I dragged from
my parents’ house and start pulling out stuff. Old clothes.
Comics from high school. Some old homemade CD mixes.
My Super school yearbook. No handbook, though. “Where
are you?”
“Work. I have a faculty meeting soon.” Ella was a
professor of astrophysics at NYU. She, like my parents, had
done well enough for herself that her Super assignment was
based around her altar ego’s job. She did her part to serve the
Super Council. But as someone who just barely finished Super
school and didn’t show any promise in anything, I didn’t get
those assignments. “Where are you?”
“At work. Well, home,” I admitted. “But work and
home are the same place for me now. I went Mom and Dad’s
today, though.”
I could hear Ella’s sneer through the phone. “Why? To
borrow money?”
“Actually, no. I haven’t borrowed money from anyone
in at least three months. And I’ve even paid some people
back. Thank you very much, Little Miss Know-It All.”
She ignored my sarcasm. “Then why?”
I wasn’t ready to tell anyone about my audit yet so I
lied. “To pick up a box of stuff I left there.”
“Oh that? Mom’s been nagging you to get it forever.
Did you find anything good in there?”
“Nothing I couldn’t live without.”
It was about time for Ella’s meeting so we said our
goodbyes and hung up. Since I didn’t have my handbook, I
picked up my yearbook and leafed through the pages. Most of
it looked slightly familiar, like a movie I saw once a long time
ago but I didn’t remember much about. I found my picture.
Light brown skin with a smattering of freckles, wild kinky,
curly hair pulled back into a puff, and thick glasses. The only
thing that had really changed in the twelve or thirteen years
since was the fact that I couldn’t find my glasses. Under my
name read my senior quote: It can’t get any worse than this. I
remember fighting with my mom about that, her telling me
not to do it, and me sneaking it in anyway.
“Oh, young Audrey,” I said to the photo. “You have
no idea.”
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    Bam-bam-bam! BAM-BAM-BAM!!
The insistent knocking at my door woke me up from
the nap I’d fallen into looking at my old yearbook. My phone
said that it was after five. Even though my gig as the building
super was mostly a piece of cake, having people knocking on
my door or calling my phone any time was a drawback.
I staggered over to the door and looked through the
peephole. I didn’t recognize the clean cut brown skinned guy
in jeans and a t-shirt on the other side. But I hadn’t met all
of the tenants in person yet. Some were still just names on
checks that were slipped under my door once a month.
I opened the door. “Yeah?”
His almond eyes narrowed. “Where’s Yuri?”
“Yuri?”
“Yeah,” The guy eyed me suspiciously. “He’s the super
here.”
“Oh, Yuri. Yeah, he doesn’t work here anymore. I’m
Audrey, the new super. How can I help you?”
He was still looking at me suspiciously. “I’m Mike. I
live in 3A. And my garbage disposal is acting up. Can you
look at it?”
No , I thought. I don’t know anything about disposals.
I’m actually kinda iffy on what garbage disposals do. But on the
outside, I tried to sound confident as I