Title: ALEX DAILY: SOMETIMES SUPERHERO
Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy
Word Count: 79,000
Ten-year-old Alex Daily wakes up with a different superpower every morning. Yesterday he had telekinesis, today he can go invisible, but he has no way of guessing or controlling what power he’ll have tomorrow. Alex’s first superhuman ability appears out of nowhere during the Great Egg Drop on the last day of fourth grade. Just as he begins to get used to the idea of learning to be a superhero, his power disappears and a brand new one takes its place the next day.
He and his best friend Melanie quickly realize that it’s impossible to plan heroic deeds with such unpredictable powers. Alex’s new abilities get him caught in a war between a team of scientists, a rich family, and the police department (with an albino chimpanzee and four-hundred lab mice tossed in the mix.) Without anyone discovering his secret, Alex must find a way to use his powers for good while figuring out where they come from. None of this is easy for a superhero with a different power every day and a 9:00 bedtime every night.
The day before getting his first superpower, Alex Daily found himself climbing to the top of his stepdad’s forbidden twelve-foot ladder. The sun-soaked metal burned his fingers and the cardboard box under his arm kept catching beneath each rung and throwing him off balance. He’d be grounded for life if Mom or Walter caught him climbing this ladder. The worst part? He didn’t even want to climb it.
Melanie watched from below, a half-smile tugging at the corner of her tiny mouth. He was afraid of heights and of breaking rules, but he was most afraid of being called a wimp by a girl. Melanie was a tomboy but she still counted as a girl, and her half-smile (which threatened to open wide and start calling him names) was the only thing that kept him climbing.
When he got to the final rung he set the box on the little shelf at the top.
"Okay, Melanie, you ready?" Alex asked. He wanted to get it over with.
“No!” she said. “You have to go to the tip-top.”
"The box is on there. Besides, it’s made for paint cans and tools."
"Not that part, stupid. Look! You’ve still got a step to go."
Melanie was right, as usual, but she couldn’t see the sticker that covered the top rung. "NOT A STEP!" the red letters warned. There were pictures of stick figure men falling to horrible stick figure deaths.