Camera- Greg's Bigger

I stood up, still yawning. Rubbed my eyes. And saw that my pillow had fallen to
the floor during the night.
When I bent over to pick it up, I felt a tug on the front of my pajama shirt. The
buttons all popped off and scattered over the floor.
“Huh?” I opened my mouth in surprise—and heard a long rrrrrrip. It took a few
seconds to realize that my pajama bottoms had ripped right up the back.
“Oh, nooooo.” I opened my mouth in a long, low moan.
The collar of the pajama shirt dug tightly into my neck. I tried to loosen it—and
both sleeves ripped at the shoulder!
My heart pounding, I straightened up and crossed the room to the mirror.
My whole body was trembling as I stepped up to the mirror.
...
No. Not four hundred pounds.
I didn’t look too different. A little puffy. My cheeks were a little rounder. My
shoulders were broader.
I stepped back to check out the rest of my body—and Mom came walking into
the room. “Greg, what are you doing? You’re going to be late for school.”