Bob Pov:

'Ugh. What the hell was that?' was my first thought as I woke from the sounds of the annoying alarm. 

Thinking about the dream I was interrupted by the sound of the alarm gradually getting louder and louder only to warn me that if I did not turn it off now it will only get louder.

Slowly getting out of bed I walk to the alarm which is on the other of my room because if I didn’t, I would never be able to get out of my bad. Reaching the alarm, I turn it off… or that was what was supposed to happen, but instead what happened was only my hand completely obliterating the damned machine.

“What?” I said surprised.

'Hmm. What the fuck was that?! I just squashed the bloody alarm! Was it because the alarm is fragile? Yes, it must be, it has to be. Guess I will have to buy an alarm on my way back home later but for now I should get ready and go to class.'

I change my clothes and go to brush my teeth whilst taking a nice dump in the midst of it, or that was what was supposed to happen…

Right now I am standing in front of an empty doorframe whilst holding in my right hand is the door that has been ripped out of its hinges. All I could do was stand there thinking… and thinking as time passes.

1 minute…

2 minutes…

‘...I better not let mom see this’ is what I’m thinking as I heard a voice coming from downstairs.

“Bob! Come down and eat! Don’t you have to go to school soon? It’s already 8 o’clock.” My mom said clearly annoyed.

“I’ll come down after I brush my teeth.” Was all I could say in reply.

Carefully lining up the door with its hinges as I attempt to make it look normal I go and attempt to brush my teeth. Surprisingly I am brushing my teeth as I hold the toothbrush with the tiniest amount of strength I could muster.

“Holy shit! I’m fucking ripped.” I say as I accidently check myself out in the mirror.

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'This has to do with something about that dream I had last night about powers and whatever else they were talking about. I will have to investigate this later but right now I need to go toilet… I only hope that sitting down on it won’t break it or even worse, my shit destroys the toilet.'

5 minutes later

Right now I am sitting down staring at my food and of course to my right is… a broken spoon.

“Bob, hurry up and eat and stop breaking the utensils!” mom says telling me off.

“Yeah ok mom. Where is sis and I am going to walk to school today, is that fine with you?” I ask warily.

“Your sister already left 30 minutes ago and no worries, I got to go work early anyways so hurry and eat.”

'Well that is the thing. I don’t think I can eat without breaking the damn plate and getting yelled at… Well no choice I guess.'

With no second thoughts I bring my face down I eat my food skilfully getting crap all over my face.

“What the hell are you doing eating like that?!” mom yells.

“Sorry but I got no choice and I’m done so I gotta go.” I say leaving the table.

Picking up my bag I excitedly pump my myself up for the first day back to school. Only to be blocked by an obstacle of course.

“Mom, can you open the door for me please?” I ask shamefully.

“What are you? A baby again?” she says teasing me.

“Yes I am, your baby.” I say in return only to get a hug as I feel awkward because I can’t hug her back.

“Have a good day at school baby and be safe. Please don’t get hurt again like last time.” Mom says with a saddened face.

“I promise.” Giving a wave goodbye not knowing that today I begin my journey that I never would have seen coming.