"Wake up Drake. Get up you have to get to school." I woke up to hearing my Mom's voice shouting at me from outside my room door. "Alright I'm up," I say tiredly as I get up from bed. "Just give me a sec." I reach for my glasses on top of my nightstand, and walk across the hall to the bathroom.
As I get my toothbrush from behind the mirror I finally notice how blurry everything is. "Oh right," I say to myself, "Perfect vision." I take them off and again I check out my changes from yesterday. Satisfied with those I wonder if I should make any more changes with my look, make myself more handsome. 'No that's too much, if I did that no one would recognize me.'
Though I did make myself two inches taller at 6'1. That's normal for a fifteen year old right?
I come downstairs to the kitchen seeing my parents eating their breakfast. My Dad sees me and confused asks "Is that what you're wearing to school today?" Because of my changes none of my regular clothes fit me anymore, so I came down in a pair of sweatpants that could only reach above the ankle, and an old stretched out hoodie.
"Um, I guess I had a bit of a growth spurt." I tell him. "These were the only ones that would fit me."
"Well your Mom will just take you to get some new clothes after school."
Mom looks at me and notices something else different from yesterday. "Drake, where are your glasses?"
"Um, I don't really feel like I need the anymore." Nervously I try to change the subject "So I was thinking of trying out for the high school basketball team. You think I could make it?"
"Well you do look more fit than you used too, so that'll help." Dad says.
"And did you also grow taller as well?" Mom.
Panicking I get my bag so I can leave. "I'm gonna head out, so I'm not late for school. Bye." I wave to them and quickly walk out of the house.
Mr and Mrs Matthews stare at their son as he leaves, puzzled by his strange behavior. "You know," Mr Matthews says to his wife. "I think he did get taller."
After school's done with I rush back home excited about what I found out about my powers. During class I was playing with my pencil, just twirling it around so I wouldn't have to listen to my French teacher talking french. I didn't need to know how to speak french anyway. So as I was spinning my pencil it suddenly grew longer and felt elastic. Turns out my powers weren't only able to change the human body, I could change other things as well.
My wooden pencil turned into a rubber pencil. Curious about what I could do, I changed it back to normal. Then back to a rubber pencil. I was able to turn the pencil solid gold by the time class ended.
I rush up to my room and see my parents sitting on my bed. Shocked I stop at the door. "Mom, Dad. What are you guys doing here?"
Mom, a bit nervous, speaks first. "Drake, you need to tell us what's going on with you."
"'Going on', nothing's going on with me."
"You grew two inches." Mom says exasperatedly. "That doesn't happen overnight."
"And suddenly you don't need your glasses anymore. That doesn't happen either." My Dad adds.
"I uh, I can explain all of that, if you just give me a sec to think." 'Maybe I can come with a way to explain to them without telling them about me being a mutant,' I think.
"Can you also explain what happened with that!?" I see Mom point to the table where I kept the mice. The blue mice with three tails and no eyes. The mice I forgot to change back to normal.
"Oh fuck."