I'm The MuddaF*cking GOAT Bish

"Aaahh"

Yawned Sinbad as he got up from his spring filled uncomfortable bed, he got up and went to the bathroom before he brushed his teeth, washed his face and had a quick cold shower to ready him up for the day.

Yesterday was a Sunday and today was a Monday, but oh how I hated Mondays, the thought of a Monday caused me to almost vomit blood in pain.

As if someone had crippled my none existent dantian, causing me to be unable to cultivate, oh how unfair life was.

But I got through it all, once I was done contemplating the meaning of life, I headed to the kitchen with gusto as I could smell Grandma's famous Apple Pie wafting its s.e.xy smell into my nose, it was a sight to smell- and damn did it look good.

"Sin, wake up... It's school today, you know what I've told you about being late now don't you. Hurry up and get a move on, the Parker boy's waiting for you outside."

Seemingly not noticing me, I grabbed her from the back and gave her a tight hug to show my appreciation.

"Thanks, grandma."

"Hahaha, Sin what's up, son... Everything okay, and the squeeze you're giving me is a bit too iron, it seems all those workouts you've been doing have really helped you develop into a healthy young man."

Hearing this he shook his head and just went along with her, as he then took a piece of pie onto his plate and devoured it whole.

Seeing this Grandma Sails, quickly went up and checked her grandson temperature.

"Sin your temperatures just fine but the way you're eating is anything but fine, now quick go your gonna be late and I won't bail you out this time from Detention now hurry up... Oh and I'll keep some pie for you in the fridge."

After eating my fill, I rushed out and went down the stairs testing my speed and damn was I fast, but much more than that was, that I was stronger- more powerful than ever before.

And it seems that Titanium thing made me a Hella lot faster- hah get my pun, 'Hella' is a mythological being of Norse mythology that rules over Hell- just saying I learnt it last Thorsday, get it- it's pretty funny right.

Anyway, I exited out of the house and outside was my mate, or rather my only mate- Peter Parker.

He was a nerdy intellectual and had a crush on Gwen Stacy, he wasn't liked very well by Flash and was the only person who hung around me- on a tree. You get it hung on a tree... Okay, your right it isn't funny.

And yeah he was a nice guy and his aunt and my gran were both friends due to living in the same neighbourhood and having similar situations such as being widowed and having not enough money to support themselves.

However, one thing that he felt when he met Peter was- "Grrrr!"

His stomach was rumbling too much causing a little red to paint his features due to his embarrassment.

The problem was that due to his hunger his mouth began drooling as his eyes made him see the world different, every living thing now looked like a tender, Tenderloin Steak- causing him to gulp uncontrollably.

'That steaks moving left, that one moving right, that ones pulling the brakes and that one entering its house.'

However none the less, he fist-bumped Peter before they began their walk, however his ever so observant friend spotted something wrong.

Sin was acting weird today, and he could see that he looked really hungry and in pity, he asked his friend.

"Hey Sin, you don't look too well, and your stomachs rumbling too much, take this it's a Ploughman Sandwich my aunt made for me but she made too much and I feel it's best you be healthy, here take it and if you need some money I'll lend you some bro."

"It's fine Peter I'm not at that level where I'd need your money- I already know life's not going well for you and your aunt so keep the money."

Not sure what to do, Sin reluctantly agreed as he muttered a quiet thanks before he consumed the sandwich in a single bite.

Damn he felt so hungry yet now he was okay, it seems his daily calorie intake would have to increase dramatically- what with his body needing more fuel to run.

Peter on his skateboard could tell something was wrong- but it seemed that his sandwich had subdued his problem for now.

He was definitely going to tell Grandma Sails of Sin's condition today.

But for now, they headed to school. With Peter on his Skateboard and Sin merely walking yet somehow he kept up with Peter, it was weird as if he was moving forward like a ghost. One second he was there the other second he wasn't.

But this seemingly was a normal occurrence for Peter as Sin was always quite physically active.

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Soon enough they'd arrived at school and the two headed to their lockers which were right next to each other- and once there they took out their equipment and put down what they didn't need.

And Sin occasionally greeted those that tried speaking to him however he had an indifferent face plastered on his visage.

Turning down all those who tried speaking to him, though he was quite the rare specimen to the females his cold looks caused them to admire him from the sidelines, as evident by the Sinbad fan club.

Yes, the Sinbad fan club- where they wrote and created artworks of Sinbad. And well Sin didn't mind or pay it any attention cause he wasn't bothered with it.

He could remember at the start countless girls called out his name as to try and hook up with him however he was like. "Talk to the hand, not the face."

This caused them to not call out to him however occasionally he'd receive flirtatious eyes but he merely shot them down- he wasn't ready to be the father of anything yet.