Great stories are sometimes never told, usually for unfortunate reasons. Everyone has a story, some are just incredibly boring, but others are unexpected. I believe this story is one of those few. This isn't my story, just so you know; I was simply a bystander in this series of very strange events. For the safety of the people involved in this story, I've changed the names, all the names, and where it took place as to not frighten anyone or bring up any conversation.

I'm not telling this story because it pleasures me, or because I'd get something out of it, I just simply believe it should be told. But before I begin, let me just tell you, don't forget we're still in the same world, with the same people, no matter how out-of-the-ordinary it may seem.

Here we go.

Evan Alphard, recently turned 14, and lives in Ney York. Other than being a sleepwalker, he was pretty damn normal; an average looking kid. His story begins on June 4th, the last day of Junior High, and practically the official start of his summer break. But today feels like any regular day, not like the last day of school.

He wakes up from another crazy dream to the sound of his alarm at 6:55 in the morning, following with the basics of every other school morning.

"Damn alarm. It's the last day, what's the point of school?" he sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes, and then stared at the clock until it turned to 6:56am. "Yay, one minute down, another pointless 18,044 to go."

As he pulled his lazy self out of bed, he noticed his room was brighter than usual, and looked towards his window to find that is was left ajar. Evan walked to his window, pushed it all the way down, and then stared out the window curiously until his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door.

"Hey cabbage-head, mom's got something downstairs for you." That would be his older brother Tidus.

Evan rushed to open the door. "Last day you can call me that." He peeked around his brother to check for any signs of this "surprise", but saw nothing out of the ordinary. "What's mom got for me?"

A pair of pants flew towards Evans face as Tidus replied "Get dressed and go find out."

"You and your damn mens motus." He picked up his pants, put them on, then threw on a clean shirt and began walking down stairs.

"Why can't you just call it telekinesis like any normal person?" Tidus called after him.

When he got downstairs he was greeted by his mom's coco-berry pancakes. "Morning sweetie. Last day of 8th grade."

"Ma' you've got to stop calling me that. And thanks, mostly for the pancakes!" he stared hungrily as his mom placed a stack of pancakes on his plate, and was about to dig in when he noticed the "congrats grad" written on the top. "Promotion's tomorrow! I forgot all about that."

"No you didn't, you just hoped mom had forgotten." said Tidus as he walked across the kitchen. "Don't forget I can still hear your thoughts at any given moment."

"Shut up nimrod, you just use those powers 'cause you're too stupid to –"

"Guys, call down," interrupted their mother, "it's too early for this. And please, both of you, no telekinesis."

"Why should we be deprived of sleepwalker powers, we have them for a reason?" replied Tidus.

"Please don't call yourselves that. Your father and I aren't so familiar with these things, and your brother has done perfectly fine at keeping his powers in check."

"And that's my problem how?" he challenged.

"You've got to learn to stop talking back." she then directed herself at both the boys. "Get to school; you don't want to be late."

"Gladly." Evan jumped off his chair, threw on his shoes and walked out the front door, not looking forward to promotion practice.