"Rise and shine, Sport!"
Jacob winced as someone - someone EVIL - loudly yanked up his bedroom blinds and let sunlight stab into his closed eyelids. With a completely reasonable hiss, he quickly pulled his comforter over his head to block out the light, only to moan in disappointment as he felt cold air hit his toes.
"Grab a shower and meet me downstairs for breakfast," his father called cheerfully on his way out. "We're going shopping!"
Jacob took a few minutes to just... contemplate his existence. Last night hadn't been great, sleep-wise, and getting woken up BEFORE his alarm wasn't helping. He kept waking up all night long with aches and cramps. He probably needed to start cooking dinner himself or something; mom's microwave burrito surprise must have way too much salt.
Actually, he still felt a bit sore. Almost tense. It felt a bit like...
Jacob's eyes widened and he scrambled his way out of his blankets until he landed on his bedroom floor with a painful thump. He knew exactly what this felt like. He'd been sore like this back when he was twelve, when he'd managed to grow like three inches taller in two months. His parents had joked about how he'd be a basketball star, but then he'd slowed back down.
Huh. Now that he thought about it, Jacob remembered feeling a bit disappointed that he didn't get much taller after that. That was the year his parents started buying him basketball video games. He hadn't thought about that in a long time.
Shaking his head, Jacob stood up with a grimace as his calves complained, idly massaging them before heading to the bathroom. A flick of the light and a shut door, and he took quick stock.
He was probably taller. He wasn't sure, exactly, but... Jacob usually wore a shirt and boxers to sleep, and the bottom of his shirt did reach his shorts, but not by a lot. Less than yesterday? Hadn't it been baggier? It looked tighter, maybe, like at the shoulder or something. Jacob looked down at his feet, comparing them to the bathroom tiles. He wasn't sure. He gave his hands a long stare too, before realizing that this is what people taking drugs did.
One confused shower later, Jacob was downstairs in clothes that fit just a bit weirdly, eyeing the giant plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes in front of him. Somehow, even though he'd never been much for breakfast, he knew he could DESTROY that food.
"So," his dad offered cheerfully. "I have the whole morning free to help you pick up school clothes. I figured we could look at some practice jerseys and shorts if you wanted."
Jacob paused, and frowned over at his dad from his somehow mostly-empty plate.
"Dad, mom and I bought my clothes last weekend. The last thing I got were those shoes that you wanted me to buy."
His dad shook his head with a smile as he spooned over some seconds.
"Your mother didn't mention it. I'm sure we haven't yet. You probably want some baggier shirts again, right? And you'll need longer pants than last year."
Jacob frowned, thoughtful, as he emptied his plate. So his dad could see that his shirt was tighter, but thought it was normal? And now his brand-new pants from last week were apparently "last year's pants". Making some excuses, he hustled back up to his room. Sure enough, the pants in his closet still had tags and stickers on them. But, when he tried one on, he needed to pull in his breakfast tummy to close the button, and the bottoms showed nearly three inches of ankle!
Wasting as little time as possible, Jacob changed back into shorts (which now that he was paying attention, no longer hit at the knee like they should) and scribbled a new note at his desk.
SATURDAY -
I'm getting taller.
Looking around, Jacob also spotted his old shoes from yesterday. Worried about his parents throwing them out before he figured out what was going on, and REALLY worried when he saw how small they looked after he picked them up, Jacob quickly crammed the size sevens under his pillow and made up his bed.
Hearing his father call, Jacob went back downstairs. His dad was waiting, and so were the Hoops shoes.
Jacob was a bit concerned that the size seventeens didn't look as ridiculous this morning.