CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
One week later …
Nowadays, I’m pretty content with my superpowers. Maybe destructive eye beams aren’t as practical as, say, super speed or flight, but once you got the hang of them, they could be used for all sorts of things, like heating up a cold cup of coffee quickly or melting thick ice.
Unfortunately, they still couldn’t get me to work on time, so on Monday morning, a week after our battle with Fro-Zen, I got up, took a shower, ate breakfast, and said good bye to my parents before hopping on my bike and zooming through the streets of Golden City. I had been so tired last night that I didn’t wake up until later than usual, which meant that I might be late, unless I went really fast. I knew that Rubberman wouldn’t be that angry with me if I was late, but I still d
