His class

Before toying with his own family, John thought I'd be wise to test his powers on less important people. After all, he couldn't know if there'd be lasting consequences on his victims nor the limit of the potential of his powers. If the voice in his dream was to be believed, he had become omnipotent. All-powerful. He chuckled at that thought. Yes, the powers he had demonstrated up to now had been impressive, but far away from infinite and ungraspable might. He also realized that he wasn't omniscient, since he couldn't remember his math formula any better than always. He would need to test his powers out.

First of all, he wanted to know if he could wish things into existence. "There is a billion dollars stacked in the middle of my room," he said. As soon as he had spoken the last syllable, a massive block of hundred-dollar bills materialized. "Nice," he said. "And now in gold please." A similar, but smaller stack appeared.

He only kept a couple thousand dollars before wishing it all away again. After all, he could always speak a fortune into his wallet now. But was speech really necessary for his powers? He imagined an outfit for him to wear and silently wished for it to materialize around him. Even though the denim jeans and a Metallica-shirt weaved themselves over his skin, they came into existence much slower than before. So it wasn't necessary to speak words, but slower.

He left the house and was about to approach the bus station when another idea crossed his mind. "I know how to drive a car," he said. Knowledge and experience about how to handle a vehicle flooded his mind, causing a short headache. Too lazy to speak, John just snapped his fingers and willed a red sports-car in front of the house. This time it materialized instantly. Apparently snapping his fingers simplified things.

He drove to his school, but couldn't find a parking lot. That problem was swiftly solved. John waved his hand and turned the car of the principal into smoke, making place for his.