The Writer
Your Doom
James looked at his clothes. He picked then up and then looked around switching back puting his pants on before anyone could see him. He looked at his shirt. "Great....that was my favorite shirt." He said and went to Myra's room knocking on it. "Hey myra...just came to check on you...don't worry I got my pants on...heheheheheh....But my shirt is useless...darn it..."