He couldn’t stand his dreams, and they never seemed to be good. They also seemed to be transferring over into his real life to.

When he got to school he was greeted with muffled giggles and stares. He checked to make sure his pants were on, luckily, they were.

“What’s going on?” he quietly whispered to his best friend Dillard.

“Look,” Dillard motioned towards his cell phone (the stupid thing was even though Dillard Semore lived a sheltered life, he had a cell phone and Will didn’t.) Picture after picture of Will with out pants on flashed across the screen.

“Apparently some kids were at the park. You slept walk over there with no pants on. I’m almost embarrassed to be with you.” Dillard continued on. But, Will wasn’t listening.

His face had gone white and begun to faint.