Standing in front of his locker, Chad opened it and looked around. Thank God he had fresh clothes. For a moment he wasn't sure anymore and he didn't like to walk home in wet clothes after practice. Taking his right hand for a fresh boxer-shorts, Chad lowered it to the floor and...
"Ugh, did I eat something bad, or", Chad suddenly felt cramp in his lower guts. And then his vision became blurry. "UGH wha- whats going on...", holding his hand to the head. He wasn't sure anymore if it was dark or daylight, pinching his eyes in pain. His vision started to blur even more and in between flashes of light, he crashed against his locker, letting the boxer-short fall to the floor.
"He- HEL.", Chad wanted to scream for help, but with a shocking sensation, he noticed his speech motoric suddenly gone. "I, wha- what's go- goi- o- CLICK", Chad looked up with a confused look but also a spare of panic on his face. "What was tha- CLICK", raising a hand on his mouth in shock. What was that grotesque sound? Did it came out of his mouth? He had to get help from Todd, now!!
"TOD- CLICK, I, CLICK, TO- CLICK, CLICK", and that what was all coming out of his mouth anymore, before he lost his balance and ... fell, no... the ROOM fell!? Or, it seemed, it got... bigger?
Nooo!! That can't be! Feeling sweat on his cold like he had a panic attack, now a white face, his eyes opened in a wide shock, Chad tried to get a grip at anything, but all he got in his hands on was was his jeans, shirt, and shoes, in the middle shelf of his locker and then the last he felt, was the cold, hard floor, hitting at the back of his head, as his head hit the floor.
There, on the wide, open floor, all what was left of the scene was Chad's shoes, his tight jeans, a t-shirt, his boxers, laying a feet away from the rest and, if you looked a bit more closely, in between, a tiny, very tiny, little baby cockroach, making some cockroach typical noises:
*CLICK...* *CLICK...*