Another Tuesday Morning
Apparently, owing to you superpowers, your roundhouse kick is powerful enough to knock your father's car several feet back, rolling onto its side it flips and the windscreen smashes.
You curse beneath your breath and begin to think up of something. Could you possibly repair the vehicle? Or when he returns home will you tell him what happened?
Crouching down beside your father's vehicle you stare at the now exposed engine for a few moments, before deciding to use your new Super-Powers for good. The car is now uselessly on its side, which you cleverly tip back onto its wheels again. The door which you'd previously smashed is no longer even there. And it may take some time to locate it.
Perhaps not.
You curse beneath your breath and begin to think up of something. Could you possibly repair the vehicle? Or when he returns home will you tell him what happened?
Crouching down beside your father's vehicle you stare at the now exposed engine for a few moments, before deciding to use your new Super-Powers for good. The car is now uselessly on its side, which you cleverly tip back onto its wheels again. The door which you'd previously smashed is no longer even there. And it may take some time to locate it.
Perhaps not.