It was almost dinner time so I ran straight home. Running was harder to do because everything I'm wearing was getting too loose. I realized I wasn't able to run five miles home, so I called the officer’s number.
”What happened to you kid?” he asked. I could tell from his shocked face that it isn't good.
”My clothes are too baggy and I need a ride home,” I tell him unaware of the real situation.
”Your clothes aren't baggy, it's you,” he said while holding up the camera app on his phone. There was a photo of a boy, maybe 9 years old, looking back at me. ”Ill inform the scientists later. Right now you need to get home.”
I told him my address and he drove fast as he could.
When we got to my house, the officer stopped the car and we both got out. My parents were already outside curious about why a police cruiser was in their driveway.
”Hello officer. What brings you here?” my mother asked.
”Well as you may know, the museum has a high tech device that allows people to transform food into different ways. Someone attempted to steal this device but failed. As they were getting arrested, the device was shot and hit your son.” he explained.
My parents looked at me with a befuddled look on their faces. They told me to go inside so they could talk with the officer.
My family consists of many siblings, so here a list of them.
Mom
Dad
Grandma
Grandpa
Brother: 25 years old
Sister: 19 years old
Sister: 17 years old
Brother: 11 years old
Sister and brother (twins): 7 years old
Luckily for no one, they were all in the living room staring down at a 9-year-old boy with baggy clothing.
”I think you got the wrong house.” the eldest brother said.
My parents entered the house and explained my situation to everyone. They also mentioned in order to keep this a secret, everyone needed to act like the age I am was normal. Everyone but my younger brother and the twins understood. It was just those three who kept thinking mom and dad were lying.
I was brought upstairs to the twin’s room to find something acceptable to wear instead of the oversized clothes. In the end, I was wearing white sweatpants and spiderman underwear; both of which were tight.
After a while, we all went along with our day as a normal family while 30% of us were still suspicious. Everyone else kept an eye on me, making sure I wasn't aging back anymore, but that wasn't going to happen