Some non-Super part of me must have still been worn out from the test on Wednesday. When I looked out of my bedroom window, Mom and Dad were already loading the car for the rally. I brushed my teeth and threw on some clothes as fast as I could without going all-out Super and was outside in a matter of minutes. After all, this wasn't just my first chance to go somewhere other than school and home since being grounded (apart from the superhero test, of course). Josh would be at the rally, and there was no way I was going to miss a chance to see him. “Let's go show that factory owner what we think of him!” I said, hopping into the backseat and buckling my seat belt. “Remember,” said Dad, turning the key in the ignition. “We're going to keep this calm and orderly.” Mom and I exchanged looks and giggled. “Yes, sir, Detective Richards, sir!” Dad made a funny face and called us a “couple of wise guys,” and we were off to the rally. I couldn't believe how many people had shown up outside the factory.
