A lurching in Robert's stomach prompted him to rise, stumbling down the hall to the bathroom. He felt as if he was about the hurl, but the feeling passed as soon as he entered the bathroom. Rising, he looked at his reflection, finding it strange but unable to figure out how.
Of course, an objective observer that the short, pudgy, blonde eighth grader was going through quite a few changes, but Robert was quite unaware of them. He failed to notice how his hair and skin was beginning to darken, nor how he was swiftly gaining in both height and age. He was already eighteen, and much of his new height was being invested in his legs...
Feeling befuddled but otherwise fine, Robert stepped out into the hall, and looked at the family portrait hanging on the wall. His family was small, just him and his two parents. But something about the portrait seemed wrong, something he couldn't place but feel with increasing certainty that the picture was wrong.
Shrugging, he walked towards his room, but then decided he didn't want to play video games anymore, and so instead turned and headed downstairs.
