Matthew woke up in his room. He yawned, but then gasped. The yawn sounded different then usual. Usually Matthew had a high-
pitched, short yawn. This yawn was longer and depper.
"That's weird." said Matthew, then he sat straight up in bed. The voice that spoke wasn't his. It was deeper, a lot deeper. "No.. no.. No!"
exclaimed Matthew.
He felt a pain in his head. It felt like a headache, a bad one at that. His brain was pounding, and it felt like every time it did his muscles
were getting bigger. It hurt a lot, and Matthew hated it. But soon, he couldn't think about the pain anymore. His mind was changing.
Thoughts of math and drama changed to thoughts of football and girls. His room started to change too. The clothes in the neat drawers
flew out onto the floor and altered themselves to become various jerseys. His previously neat room was now a mess. Books on his shelf
turned into posters of women and football stars and attached themselves to the walls.
Matt lied down back on his bed, which was the only thing in his room to not change. He closed his eyes, and started to sbooze. He
was dead tired after the football game yesterday.
Matt woke up to "Wake up son!" from his mom. He opened his eyes and looked at the door. "Your room is a mess again!" she shouted.
"Now get ready for school."
Matt got dressed in his boxers and a jockstrap, and put on his Peyton Manning jersey. He grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen and
ate it quickly, packed his schoolbag, and left for school.