An Average Day

Help! There's a monster behind me! How terrible, am I right? I feel like writing a story based off of a random drawing today! I typed "Beautiful drawing" into Google images and found this breath taker. I wonder what kind of story shall come of this.
(I started out writing this with a lot of gusto but sort of lost interest in the end. What a pity.)

The small town of Wantana Hills' welcome sign had boldly stated "Wantana Hills: What Excitement There is in Calm" since the late 1800's. Local teen Tom Orica thought that was a nice way of saying "Wantana Hills: Boring As All Fuck". Little did the precocious youngster know, he would be the one to put a stop to all that. He began his day in its usual boring way. He got out of his boring bed. He ate his boring cereal. He went off to boring school. Upon arriving at school, he was not greeted by a loud, 26 man orchestra, he was not brought to school by riding on the back of a Giraffe, and he was greeted only by the standard "HelloHowDoYouDoToday?"

After school, he walked home the same route he walked every day, for years and years. When he reached the point where he had to cross the street, he did so. Upon crossing the street, a massive truck started hurtling towards him, faster, faster. It did not seem to care that he was standing in its way, it charged at him with some kind of fury. There was no time for Tom to react in any way. He closed his eyes, happy to go in such an exiting manner. But then, a crash. He opened his eyes. A transparent bubble had formed around him and the gargantuan truck was on the side of the road, looking defeated.

Had Tom created this?

If so, how?

Would this finally bring an end to the doldrums of his life?