Moxy looked down the hallway as she opened her bedroom door, slightly disappointed to see that no-one was there. Oh well, they must be downstairs, she thought to herself. Stepping into the hallway, Moxy noticed the pleasant feeling of the plush carpet under her bare feet. Usually I wear socks, gues I'll have to go barefoot more often, she decided, slowly descending the stairs. The quietness in the house was a little unusual. In fact, Moxy couldn't hear anyone at all. Nevertheless, Moxy puffed her chest out a little in pride and strode confidently into the front room.
"Good morning, everyo-" she began, cutting her speech short when she realised the front room was completely empty. "The hell is this?" she grunted, turning around and checking the kitchen. To her annoyance, the kitchen was also completely devoid of life. However, there was a note on the fridge titled "ROXANNE" in her father's recognisable scrawly handwriting. Noticing this, Moxy stormed over and tore the note from the fridge with a frown that could burn a hole in the paper. I fucking hate it when they call me that, she fumed. Moxy's birth name was actually Roxanne, which was shortened to Roxy as a child. However there was one kid in her primary school class who had speech problems and couldn't pronounce her name properly, and so called her Moxy. She liked the sound of it, though, so it stuck. Moxy simply despised her original, full name, yet her parents usually still called her by it, or by Roxy.
"We've gone out shopping, and since we know you hate shopping, we let you sleep in. However, please do either the laundry or the washing up by the time we're back at about 3pm. If you go out, please lock the house up and take your key. Thanks, Dad.", Moxy read aloud.
"God-fucking-damnit!" she yelled, kicking the fridge in frustration. Something inside it made a loud smashing sound, but she didn't care. "I got an awesome growth spurt and a hot new body overnight and my family isn't even here to be jealous of me!" Moxy strode into the front room and collapsed onto the sofa. "And I'm stuck with these shitty clothes that don't suit me at all!" she shouted, continuing her rant to no-one in particular. Standing up, she walked aimlessly over to the fish tank and crouched in front of it, watching the goldfish swim dumbly back and forth. "The hell did I do to deserve this?" she pondered, slightly calmed down by the fish. "I guess I should feed you guys," she sighed, taking a bit of fish food from the nearby pot and sprinkling it into the top of the tank. As she watched the fish start eating, her stomach growled violently, reverberating through the room.
Oh yeah, I'd better eat too, she thought, standing up and walking back into the cold-floored kitchen. Opening the fridge, Moxy noticed a smashed glass bottle of milk all over the bottom shelf. Haha, that's what that noise was, Moxy chuckled. I guess my legs must have quite a bit of strength in them now. Looking for something quick to eat, something at the back of the fridge caught Moxy's eye. Something distinctly coloured. Something small, with a red and orange label. "Instant 6-Hour Energy", it read. Suddenly, Moxy remembered drinking one of these yesterday, and passing out soon afterwards. Since then, she'd gained 9 or so inches in height, gotten noticeably more curvy and toned up in all the important areas without even trying. At first, she had thought this to be an annoyance due to her inability to fit into her clothing and the destruction of her favourite striped thigh-high socks, however upon seeing her new body this morning, she thought it might not be so bad after all.
And there were still at least 10 of those energy drink bottles at the back of the fridge. Sitting there in their tacky red and orange labels. So tempting. I could give in and drink another one now, but then it'd be even harder to find something to wear. Or I could buy some things to wear and drink one later...
Pondering what she should do, Moxy...
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