He wasn't having fun anymore.
Storm looked at his mother as he crossed his arm angrily. "I don't want to help." he mutter. He heard the studentsies. The polter-kid looked around at the studentsies and heard them begging. They wanted him to help, they want him to be a hero? Maybe he didn't want to be a hero. Stormy looked at his mum.
"Fiiiine! I'll help."
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