Growing up in Boston wasn't exactly easy on Jacob. Some days, he got yelled at by his parents for not setting a good enough example for his younger brother and sister; others, he got yelled at by the other kids for bossing them around. Occasionally both at once. It was one of those days when he ended up punching a hole in the drywall, and that was what led to him joining the junior high football squad, a better way of blowing off steam. Maybe a future career, too, seeing as he was strictly average as far as academics went.
That held up for a couple years. Then one day, he ran into a tackle dummy that was supposed to be bolted down, only to rip it clean off the ground. At least it wasn't a teammate, but it still left him in a panic for a good two or three days contemplating how it might have been. His parents soon worked out a transfer to Coral Springs where he could learn to control his newfound power and put it to good use.
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