Explosive Boy shouldn’t have gone to his dad’s fireworks factory.
He knew he shouldn’t have. But somewhere in him he
had discovered something new, something dangerous. It was in fact
the urge to try something new. So he got up,
and layed a hand on the doorknob, he hesitated
realizing that trying something new meant possibly failing. And failing
- well, failing was failing. Now he was at the firework
factory, it seemed that his life before was nothing in
comparison to the massive display of pyromania before him. He
went, and carefully picked up a firework from the shelf
He felt the sheer raw power in his hands, contemplating
all he could achieve with just this single masterpiece. Turning
again the recommendation of his once very close dear friend
(asuming you mean “against”)
Matt, he started towards an exit with the pyrotech in
hand, eager to see what the future had in store.
Suddenly a voice came shouting from the distance: "Oi you!
you shall use that firework to do great things, like
solve world hunger, or your dad will hear of this!
If he hears of this, i would not like to
be you, for people will do anything for food. How