Super Sunday (Scribbler) (M)

Jamie wobbled in the air. How long could he last with balancing? How would he explain to his mum about this? Jamie tried to move but he didn't know how to control his flying. Confused, he dived down to his bed. That seemed to do it! He dived, meaning it might work if he acted like he was swimming! Jamie paddled in the aroma-filled air and opened the door. Then, he dived down the stairs to face...

"Aaaaaahhhhh!" his mum screamed; the bacon was left on the frying pan, frizzling away, as if wanting to get away from the hot pan. Jamie's mum fainted on the spot with a CRASH! Mr Supero, Jamie's dad who had a feeling this would happen since Jamie's birthday (in the morning 5:47 that very peculiar Sunday), came rushing downstairs. "Jamie. You have inherited your great, great, great, great, great, great-"
"OK! I think I get it. I don't need to know exactly how many greats there are," Jamie interrupted, swimming towards his delicious breakfast and turning the fire off. "Such a shame the bacon's burnt. We're just going to have to make do with eggs then." Jamie continued, feeling delighted to have inherited a special power that made him fly. He attacked his food and then washed down the last bits with some orange juice. Contented, he flew back upstairs for a nap.

Jamie dreamed. He dreamed he was on a mountain with two oldies. "Jamie. You have completed your mission. You have made your mum see the powerful powers in us-if she still remembers after her faint-and made your father, my great, great, great, great, great, great-"
"OK! I think I get it. My mission was to let my mum know about YOUR powers?! Fine! I'm going to wake up." and with that, Jamie pinched himself and awoke with a bruise on his arm. At least that was evidence that that wasn't a dream. He really flew and scared his mum!