Zack sat on a bench. Alone. Out in the courtyard while his cake coated hair blew in the cold night air.
“I should’ve never gone, I should’ve, I just should’ve....” Zack tried to tell himself. First time he ever gets noticed in the school and he manages to look like a complete and udder fool. He ran his fingers through his hair, ignoring the stickiness.
Zack let out a loud shout in anxiousness and launched a beam of flames at a tree, which caught fire.
“O-Oh no!!! OH NO!” He yelled as he devised a quick plan. Zack got up from the bench, and circled the tree several times until the flames died out, but that just made a mini tornado that started ripping through tree branches and sending leaves flying.
“AH!” He yelled again, circling the tornado in the opposite direction. When it died off, a large chunk of wood was sent flying through a window, slamming into the DJ, sending him into a speaker which short circuited causing wires and the music system to catch fire as well.
“NO NO NO NOOO!!!” Zack complained, retreating back to his bench.
“I just can’t do one thing right,” He insulted himself, putting his head down and staring at the ground. He put his elbows on his knees and hands over his head, feeling terrible about himself.