First Day of School

Two months had passed since the inception of my company, and the transformation was nothing short of remarkable. With Emily's unwavering dedication, we had successfully established our second branch in California. Now, I stood at the helm of two thriving enterprises—our New York headquarters, where innovation thrived, and the burgeoning production hub in California, poised to shape the future of technology.

In New York, my team and I immersed ourselves in the heart of our operations. It was here that ideas were born, strategies were crafted, and every facet of our company's vision was meticulously discussed and refined. The California branch, on the other hand, was a testament to our ambitions—a state-of-the-art facility dedicated to the production of smartwatches, phones, laptops, tablets, and computers. It was an investment in the future, a bold step towards realizing our dreams.

Over these two months, I had meticulously laid out plans and shared every detail with my staff. Our journey was not just about technology; it was about creating experiences. I had tasked my team with developing games that would captivate the world—titles like GTA, God of War, Witcher, PUBG, and Valorant. But my vision extended beyond gaming; I envisioned a world where e-sports thrived, where competitive gaming became a celebrated arena.

Moreover, I harbored aspirations of acquiring companies to bring beloved stories to life—Death Note, SAO, Naruto, and Dragon Ball Z. The latter had already found a home on our website, where it now uploaded itself weekly, thanks to Baymax's diligent oversight. Our platform had become a haven for comic writers, a place where they could share their creations with the world, and in return, I received a modest share of the profits.

As I reflected on the whirlwind of progress, I felt a profound sense of accomplishment. The seeds we had sown were beginning to bear fruit, and the future held endless possibilities. With Emily by my side and a team of dedicated individuals, I was ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead, confident that we were building something truly extraordinary.

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room as I slowly awoke from my slumber. Baymax's gentle voice greeted me, breaking the silence. "Good morning, Sir. How was your sleep?"

"It was good, Baymax," I replied, stretching my arms above my head.

Baymax continued, his tone slightly more urgent. "Sir, you need to head to School today. Your mother has instructed me to warn you that if you don't go, the principal himself might pay a visit."

Acknowledging the reminder with a nod, I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. As the water cascaded over me, I called out to Baymax, "How much time do I have?"

"Sir, you only have an hour before School starts," Baymax informed me.

"Hmm," I mused, considering my options. "How are my bikes performing?"

"Sir, both of your bikes are fully operational," Baymax reported. "Your second bike is stored in the underground lab, reserved for your other persona."

"Nice," I said with a satisfied grin, feeling a sense of readiness for the day ahead.

I cleaned myself up, slipping into my signature Ben 10 Omniverse sweatshirt—its green accents perfectly complementing my black pants and white-and-green sneakers. It was my go-to look, something that made me feel confident and ready for anything.

This morning, I stood in my new villa—a sprawling property I had recently bought after all my hard work finally paid off. It was everything I had dreamed of, with plenty of space for my lab, a massive garage, and the comfort my family deserved.

Heading downstairs, the scent of freshly made sandwiches filled the air. As I descended toward the second-floor lab, I heard my mom call out, "Ben, eat before you go!" She stood there holding a plate with a warm sandwich.

"Thanks, Mom," I said, taking the sandwich and biting into it as I walked. After finishing, I grabbed my gloves, pulling them on as I made my way to the garage.

The garage was vast, but I'd made it my own. There were only two vehicles in the space for now: a car I had bought as a gift for my dad and my pride and joy, the bike I had built myself.

My bike was a masterpiece, sleek and futuristic in design. Its sharp, angular bodywork was painted a striking combination of white and Blue, with glowing neon accents that pulsed faintly when powered up. The frame was reinforced with lightweight yet durable materials, giving it both speed and stability. The exhaust system was custom-made, giving off a metallic sheen with a gradient of colors from chrome to deep blue.

The wheels were fitted with high-performance tires, and the rims featured a unique star-like pattern. It wasn't just a bike; it was an engineering marvel—a reflection of all the skills and creativity I had poured into making it. The glow from the bike's core gave off a faint hum, a reminder of the advanced tech I had incorporated.

Running my hand along its body, I couldn't help but smile. 

I slipped on my helmet, its sleek design matching the futuristic look of my bike, and pressed the ignition. The bike roared to life—not with a traditional engine's growl, but with a deep, futuristic hum. Despite being powered by electricity, I had added a custom sound effect to mimic the throaty purr of a powerful engine.

The Blue neon accents along the bike's body flared to life, casting a soft glow in the dimly lit garage. The hum grew louder as I revved the engine, the vibrations resonating through the floor. With a smooth twist of the throttle, I maneuvered the bike toward the secret exit I'd designed—a tunnel leading directly from the villa to the outside world.

As I accelerated, the bike zipped through the tunnel, leaving behind a trail of glowing blue light. Emerging onto the main street, I leaned forward and felt the rush of wind against my helmet as I sped through the city lanes.

At a red light, I came to a stop, the blue glow of the bike drawing immediate attention. People on the street turned to stare, some pulling out their phones to snap pictures.

"Whoa, that bike looks like it came straight out of a sci-fi movie!" someone exclaimed.

"Is that… glowing? How is it glowing? Is it even legal?" another voice questioned.

"Forget legal; it's the coolest thing I've seen in years!" a man muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

A little boy tugged at his mother's sleeve, his eyes wide with excitement. "Mom, why is that bike glowing Blue? It looks so cool!"

His mother chuckled, equally fascinated. "I don't know, sweetheart, but whoever's riding it must be someone special."

A group of teenagers standing nearby whispered among themselves.

"Did you see the logo on his jacket? That's the Tweet guy, isn't it?" one of them said, their voice filled with excitement.

"No way! That's the Ben everyone's been talking about. Figures he'd have something this crazy," another replied.

As the light turned green, I twisted the throttle and launched forward, leaving behind a dazzling Blue blur. The soft glow illuminated the streets for a moment before fading into the distance, leaving onlookers stunned and awestruck.

The Blue glow reflected off the glass of nearby buildings, leaving a luminous trail behind me. As I zipped through the city, the towering skyline of Midtown High came into view.

I grinned under my helmet, the thrill of the ride pumping adrenaline through my veins. This was the perfect start to the day, heading toward school in style, leaving behind the whispers and awe-struck stares of the city.