[ WP ] You live in a small town in Alaska . Nothing signifigant has happend for years . Then Larry arrives .

At the age of 14 or 15 I lived in a small, boring town with nobody else my age to hang out with. I would spend my free time wandering around in the woods aimlessly. It was pretty obvious when looking at the faces of all the other people in the town that they too were bored as hell. It was like an eternal Monday. That should've been the name of the town, considering the fact that the mood fit just right. 
 
 There were a few shops in the town. I eventually decided to work at one. It was quiet as hell. Someone dropped a glass bottle once. The silence broke into more pieces than the bottle did when just about everyone in the entire area where the shops are heard it. Everyone simultaneously flinched from being spooked by the loud noise. I got a small broom and just pan and started sweeping up the pieces of glass. 
 
 `` Thanks Bruce.'' 
 
 Said the manager in a voice that sounded like he just woke up. 
 
 
 `` Did you hear about that bottle that broke today?'' 
 
 My sister said later that night when my family was eating dinner together. 
 
 `` Yeah. It was so loud that a bunch of people heard it.'' 
 
 Said my mum. 
 
 `` I was working in the shop where the bottle broke.'' 
 
 I said. 
 
 `` Huh.... Neat.'' 
 
 Said my sister. 
 
 `` I saw a frog today.'' 
 
 Said my dad. 
 
 `` Interesting.'' 
 
 Said my mom. 
 
 That was the most interesting conversation I ever had, at least until the day the new guy showed up. I was working in the shop as usual. The shops were across the street from one another and the road between the shops stretched out really far into the distance, going outside of the town. Sometimes people would stare down that road, wondering what it was like on the other side where other towns were. Maybe they were less boring. 
 
 From the distance people started seeing a figure walking down the road slowly. It was a person nobody has seen before, which was strange considering everyone in the town knew each other and there were never visitors. As the person came closer, people started saying `` hey look a new guy.... `` 
 
 
 Everyone at once started coming out of the shops. They stared at the stranger and started saying things like 
 
 `` Huh... Neat.'' 
 
 
 `` Very interesting.'' 
 
 
 `` Hello, guy.'' 
 
 `` Hm. That's cool.'' 
 
 
 As he got closer and almost where the shops were we could see his face. His eyes were red. I do n't mean bloodshot. The color of his Irises were red. He looked about my age and had an evil looking smirk on his face. Suddenly, every window in the shops that e walked in front of started to explode into pieces of glass. People started stepping back. Some ran away. He was just about to walk in front of my shop so I hid behind a wall of items that the shop sold just before the windows broke. My manager was n't so lucky. A piece of glass went flying into his elbow and made a small two inch long cut that took an entire day to heal. It was the worst injury anyone in the town ever got and people would talk about it for years. 
 
 The mysterious red eyed kid had walked past all the shops, all the windows broken. He turned around, started laughing and held out his palm. A huge fireball came out of it and he threw it at a building, causing an explosion. Some other guy got out a shotgun and started shooting at the red eyed kid. It did n't have any affect. He was invincible. 
 
 Then he started flying in mod air. He continued flying around, throwing fireballs all over the place. Eventually a building collapsed on top of me. By the time I escaped the rubble I realized I was the last survivor. Well at least I thought I was. The kid looked over at me and walked in my direction, forming ad extra large fireball in his hand. 
 
 `` Sir, can you please stop?'' 
 
 I asked. The fireball suddenly disappeared. 
 
 `` Sure...'' 
 
 He said. 
 
 `` Thanks. What's your name?'' 
 
 
 `` Uh... My name is... er... Larry?'' 
 
 He said. 
 
 `` Cool. My name is Bruce. Nice to meet you.'' 
 
 I said. That was how I made my first friend. He used his powers to fix the town. It turns out he put force fields around people that kept them from getting hurt so he was actually a pretty nice guy. He also used his powers to make the town less boring. One day I asked him how he got his powers. He claimed he did n't remember. 
 
 I still live in that boring town to this day. Larry already passed away at a pretty young age without any known cause. He gave me his powers just before he died so I got that going for me, which is nice. 
 
 
 *sigh* 
 

