He woke up to the sound of his mom yelling that breakfast is ready. He did his morning routine and went to the table. Toast and marmite are his favourites. “What would you like dear”? His mother said. “Surely not marmite, she asked. “No,” he said. “I like marmite. She gave him a slice of toast. They both sat at the table eating their marmite. When he went to school he felt a weird tingle in his stomach. A tingle that made him rumble. A tingle that made him feel sick. He rushed to the bathroom and barfed in the garbage can and came out and realized he came out of the girl’s bathroom.