Jamal sighed. It had been a rough day for him. Jamal wasn't too tall, only 5' 10", and he wasn't really into sports. Unlike the other guys at his school, Jamal didn't really like the idea of acting tough. He was more of a nerd, for lack of a better term.
No one messed with him, though. Not with his mom. Some mothers could be called tiger moms: Jamal's was a dragon mom. If someone messed with Jamal, he knew that suspension for them was likely.
Jamal kicked at the dirt angrily. She was extremely protective, but she still refused to drive him home even though they lived in the desert!
Jamal kicked the dirt again, but this time, he tripped over something sticking out of the dirt path. Jamal hit the ground, gasping involuntarily. He scrambled to his feet and looked around, but all he found was a pair of gloves.
The gloves seemed to be a simple brown leather. They looked soft and comfortable, even in this heat. "How did I trip over these!?" Jamal wondered he reached down and picked them up. Surprisingly, they were quite heavy. Jamal, now curious, put on the gloves. Suddenly, he felt a huge surge of energy. "Woah!" Jamal shouted out. He quickly grabbed at the gloves, trying to rip them off. They wouldn't budge!
Jamal picked up a stick and rock. He quickly rigged up a lever on his arm and tried to pry the gloves off. Then something strange happened.
Jamal heard a strange "SCHWOOP!" sound, and he gasped. Suddenly his lever had changed! Instead of it being a stone and stick, Jamal saw something that wasn't exactly either. It felt like a brittle stone, but it was still light and tough like wood.
Jamal's eyes widened. The objects had fused! Jamal picked up an empty bottle and a piece of cardboard and tried to recreate what happened. Nothing happened, no matter what Jamal tried. Jamal sighed. "SCHWOOP!" Suddenly the objects fused together, creating a bottle-shaped hard piece of cardboard!
Jamal grinned and rubbed his newly gloved hands together. He could have fun with this. But first, Jamal had to get home, as his experiments had taken a while.
About 20 minutes of walking later, Jamal finally got to his door, only to find his mom waiting there. "Where were you!?" she yelled at him. Jamal hid his hands and looked at his mom wearily. "I had to WALK home, remember?" Jamal's mom shook her head. "You still should've gotten here earlier!" She shouted. "Go to your room, young man!"
Jamal stormed up the stairs and tried to slam his door, but thought better of it. "Urrgh!" he yelled. His stupid mom! All she cared about was her rules and no one else! He grabbed his trusty stress bal and began to squeeze it. A fly buzzed by Jamal's ears right as he sighed. He clapped while still holding his stress ball. "SCHWOOP!" Suddenly, the stress ball was buzzing in Jamal's hand. "Waugh!" he yelped dropping the now fly-looking stress ball.
"Wait, a second..." Jamal thought. "The gloves work on living things?!" Jamal smiled. He could test this. But on whom?