Only the wind outside could be heard as Mike read the newspaper. The morning sun was barely above the hills when his dad stormed in. Mike sighed as he stood up and went to the kitchen. He knew his dad was angry based on his clenched fists and penetrating stare, though he wasn't sure why. Unfortunately for him, his dad followed.

"Mike Boom! I told you to tend to the gardens!" his dad shouted.

"I did yesterday so I could relax today," Mike told him.

"Then why are there rabbits in there?" he growled.
Mike shrugged.

"I guess they're hungry," he replied simply as he poured himself some Lucky Charms.

"If you really did do what I told you, they wouldn't be there," his dad mentioned.

"I can't control the rabbits. No matter what I do, they always find a way in," Mike stated before taking a bite of his breakfast.

"Go take care of it right now," he ordered.

Mike set the bowl of cereal down and looked his father straight in the eyes. His dad, Matthew Boom, was quite a handsome man. He had spiked black hair and brown eyes. He was tan and practically all muscle.

"No," Mike said.
He could almost see the blazing fire in his dad's eyes. "What did you just say?" he asked slowly.

"I said no. I already did it yesterday. There's nothing to do today," Mike repeated.

"You can't say no to me, young man!" Matthew exploded.

"I can when it's something I've already done!" he shouted back.

Suddenly, the toaster exploded. Father and son stared at the burning kitchen appliance for a moment before Matthew went to the garage to get the fire extinguisher. Mike cautiously approached the toaster and unplugged it. He examined it, looking for what could've caused the explosion, but he found nothing.

Maybe it was an internal problem, he thought.

His dad came back and promptly smothered the fire. Mike walked out before Matthew could say anything. He went to his room to pack for a camping trip he was going on with his friend. Just as he was about to head out the door, his mom came home. Kayla Boom was forty-seven, but she didn't look a day over thirty-five. She had long brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She was skinny and had light skin. She never wore t-shirts, pants, or shorts.

"Where are you off to?" she asked.
"I'm going camping with my friend," he replied.

"Alright. Be careful, Mikey," his mom said, giving him a hug.

He hugged back.

"I will mom. Love you," he said as he waved goodbye before walking out.

He got into his yellow Chevy Camaro that had black racing stripes and drove away. When he got there, he was greeted by his friend.

"It's a wonder you don't have a girl yet with those hot rims," his friend joked as they walked into the house.

"It's a wonder you even have a girlfriend, Tom," Mike teased back.

Tom had curly red hair and amber eyes. He had fair skin and he was a little on the chubby side. He helped his friend load his parents' RV before putting his own stuff in. They took turns driving a total of three hours out to the Wamboa Mountains. When they finally got there, Mike stepped out and took a deep breath. The air was cool and smelled of pine trees. Birds chirped and flew about busily. Tom walked out and went straight to the river. The sun was beating down directly on Mike, making him want to go for a swim.

"Hey, you hungry? I'm going to make some mac and cheese," he mentioned.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Tom replied.

Mike went inside and started cooking. By the time night came, they had camp all set up. They spent three peaceful days just enjoying nature. The boys laughed, swam, went on walks, went fishing, and made s'mores. Their favorite thing to do was cliff jumping. Tom couldn't get as high as Mike though, since he wasn't very athletic.

The day they had to leave came in no time. When they were packing up, Tom walked up to Mike.

"Where is it?" he asked.
"Where's what?" Mike questioned, confused.

"Don't play that game with me. You know," Tom said in a low, menacing voice.

"No, I really don't," Mike told him.

"My dad's lucky lure! The royal blue one with yellow eyes," he said, clenching his fists.

"How am I supposed to know?" Mike asked.
"You had it last!" Tom shouted.

"What? No! I've never seen it this whole trip," he mentioned.

"Don't lie to me, thief," his friend growled.

"Look, for all I know it could be over there, but I never had it!" Mike said, pointing across the river.

Suddenly, there was an explosion right where he was pointing. Tom stared at Mike, dumbfounded.

What the scrap? Did...I do that? No, that's impossible...isn't it?

After a few moments, Tom said quietly, "I'm driving all the way back."

They finished packing up and went home in silence. When they got back, Mike tried to help his friend unload, but Tom stopped him.

"I got it. Just...go," he said, not looking up at him.

Mike hung his head and bit his lip. He got into his car and drove home, not even bothering to say goodbye. After he unpacked, he walked out back, a good distance away from the house.

This is stupid. I don't have superpowers.

Mike clenched his jaw. He focused on one spot before shooting his hand out in front of him. Sure enough, there was an explosion in the exact spot where he was looking. Mike gasped and slowly walked backwards. Dark smoke started to spread over the sky. A red glow slowly spread to the surrounding area. After a few moments, Mike turned around and ran back inside. He snatched the phone and dialed punched in three numbers.

"911, what is your emergency?" a lady answered.
"There's a brush fire near my house!"
"Please remain calm, sir. What is the address?"
"836 Countryside Lane."

"Okay. The nearest fire station has been notified and are on the way. Please evacuate the area."

"I will."

Mike then hung up and ran outside just as his parents got home.

"What's going on? We saw smoke. Are you okay?" his mother asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, mom. I have something amazing to tell you though," he replied with a big smile.

His parents stared at him with a concerned look.
"I have superpowers!" Mike told them excitedly.

"That's it. Everyone back in the car. We're taking you to a psychologist," Matthew instructed.

"No, dad. I'm not crazy. Let me prove it to you," he protested.

His parents looked at each other. Kayla whispered something to her husband.

"Very well," his dad said in an exasperated tone.

Mike smiled. Sirens could be heard in the distance, gradually getting louder and louder.

"Do you have an old tv or something?" he asked.

"There's that old car in the garage," his mom mentioned.

"Great. Oh, and I'll need a fire extinguisher, along with some water," Mike said just as the firefighters arrived.

As they put out the brush fire effortlessly, he got everything ready. When he was sure they were well away, he and his dad dragged the car out to the backyard.

"Now stand back and watch as I set the old car ablaze," he said as he held out his hand.