Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap (Open)
Zak rolled over off of his bed, and his the floor with a large 'clunk'.  "Uhh."  He shook his eyes and opened his eyes.  He didn't really feel anything except slightly different textures, which was odd.  He didn't put two and two together yet.  It took him awhile to get up off of the floor, and he headed into the hallways and down to the bathroom.  Some of the other students gave him strange looks.  "What'chu lookin' at?" he barked.  He also gave some angry or irritated grunts.  He didn't understand what was wrong with people that morning.

And then he looked in the mirror.  "OH SHIT!!" he shouted.  He was easily heard when he shouted.  And he had every right to.  His body had taken on the properties of different objects, without his permission.  Some of the materials his body was mimicing he hadn't touched in ages, or even on the planet.  "Shitshitshit!"