Walking in the door from school, thirteen-year-old Alec Robertson quickly tossed his backpack down next to the front door and kicked off his shoes.
Finally, he thought to himself.
School had seemed like it would never end. At least the house was empty. His obnoxious older brother must not have made it home just yet. Alec sighed to himself, knowing he'd probably be here soon. The poor teen couldn't stand him. Since they were little kids he'd been nothing but a bully.
Alec grabbed a cup from the cabinet and poured a glass of milk; he downed it in a short couple minutes before sticking his cup in the sink. Figuring he may as well enjoy the peace and quiet while he could, the boy headed upstairs to his room. As he entered, he locked the door behind him before turning on his television and flopping lazily across the bed. As he lay there, listening to some South Park episode coming from the speakers several feet away, he began to feel funny. Having recently experienced drunkenness for the first time, that's how he would describe the feeling washing over him. It felt like a lazy warm blanket. Before he even realized what was really happening, his head bumped into the headboard on the bed.
What the hell?!
Sitting up, he bumped his head on the ceiling. Once Alec realized what was happening, he quickly tried to race out his bedroom door so he could at least make it outside. However, he was already much too large to fit through his own doorway. Sitting cross-legged back on his bedroom floor, he decided to just relish in the feeling of his steady growth. Closing his eyes, he turned his mind off and paid no mind to the fact that he was getting bigger and bigger by the second. Soon enough, he felt the floor creaking below him and he braced to tumble through it. As he did, he felt the living room sofa flatten beneath his weight. None of it hurt at all. He had figured that he would have at least felt himself tumbling through the floor.
As time went on, Alec finally reopened his eyes once the feeling had subsided. He couldn't believe his eyes. He was sitting squarely on top of the remains of his former home. His white gym shorts and blue shirt had grown with him. After a few moments, the reality of the situation was setting in for Alec. He had always wanted to be a giant. He could think as far back to when he was a tot in diapers, all the fun he used to have capturing and playing with ants and other insects.
The only difference now was that those "insects" are people...
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