Kathleen Cherry

“A hero?” I said in wonder. I had not thought I could be a hero. Just like I had not thought I could be a friend. I smiled, aware of a tingling, bubbling feeling in my body. I remembered going around and around on the carousel and how my chest had felt warm and full and fluttery. “But are heroes average in type, appearance, achievement, function and development?” I asked. “Huh?” “Is a hero average in type, appearance, achievement, function and development?” I repeated. “Heroes are not average. That’s what makes them special.” Megan looked at me. “You okay?” “Yes,” I said, even though I usually do not like questions. “Yes, definitely. I am…okay.”
― Kathleen Cherry, Everyday Hero

“I walked out of my room. I turned on the tap. The water splattered as I filled up my water glass. I took a drink and went into the living room. “Yeah!” Dad shouted at the TV. The Canucks had scored. “Do you lie?” I asked. “Huh?” “Do you lie?” “What’s with all the questions tonight?” “Megan says all adults lie.” Dad swore. “That girl has problems.”
― Kathleen Cherry, Everyday Hero