Louis swung his hoodie on his arms before he grabbed his book, turning around to look at his uncle. "I'll be back in an hour, Uncle Waltur. Make sure to eat the soup I made and don't move so much."
Waltur chuckled, looking up from the book he was reading to look at his nephew. "Louis, I assure you that I will be fine."
"Okay," Louis sighed with a small smile, leaning down to kiss the top of Waltur's head. "I'll be back."
"Have fun in town."
"I will." Louis left their small home and pulled the hood of his hoodie over his messy hair, beginning to walk into the small town of Doncaster, a town where everyone knew everyone and where everyone found Louis strange. It's not like Louis laughed weird or had something physically wrong with him. Nothing was wrong with the 24-year-old. However, all Louis did was read. Where ever he was, his button nose would be stuck in a different book every week. Most of the people in the small town of Doncaster liked Louis and didn't question his interests in books; his best mates Niall and Liam and the librarian for example. Being social isn't something Louis does much. All he does is go into town for either groceries, medicine for his uncle, or for returning and checking out a new book. In Louis' opinion, the people of Doncaster need to open up a book and stop doing the same routine everyday. Every time Louis walks into this hopeless little town, the same people are doing the same thing in the same place. Louis reads for a reason. Not only does he enjoy it, he can get away from reality and live in a world of adventure.
Louis finally made it out of the woods and began walking the path that led into town. As he was walking, Louis busied himself by thinking about what it would be like to live in the clouds. Wouldn't it be amazing if everyone was free from the boring life and joined the crisp air in the sky with all the beautiful creatures that flew every day?
When Louis was a little boy, before his mum and dad passed, Louis' dream was to be able to touch a rainbow. He always wanted to know what would happen if he got the opportunity to touch one. Would his hand go straight through the colorful arch, or would he be able to glide his hand down a smooth surface? When Louis was making a list of possibilities regarding what could happen, he was interrupted by a holler of his name.
"Morning, Louis!"
Louis looked away from the sky and looked at the person who was calling his name. He smiled politely when he saw the owner of the local bakery waving at him, a tray of bread and rolls in his hand. Louis always sees the man try to sell the same bread and rolls to people who walked by, and he was always successful. They are some really good bread and rolls, and when Louis goes into town to shop for groceries, he makes sure to pick some up for his uncle. "Good morning, Mister Wilson."
"Where you headed today, lad?" Mister Wilson asked Louis while he sold some rolls to the people who asked for them.
"The library. I have to return this book I borrowed. It was such a wonderful book. It was about-" Louis was interrupted by Mister Wilson.
"That's nice, Louis," the old man said, turning away from Louis to walk back into the busy bakery. "Anna!! I need more rolls!"
Louis shook his head with a small smile and continued his journey to the library. He watched the same people do the same things. Some argued about not having enough money to buy food and some asked for way too much food for one person to sell. Louis tried not to laugh at this husband and wife arguing because the husband was flirting with some young bird right in front of his wife. They're the Nelsons. Louis always sees them arguing about something Mister Nelson has done wrong, so it was more amusing than sad to watch. He waved at a few people who greeted him and ignored the ones who were failing to whisper about how "strange" he was. Louis doesn't care what people say about him. If everyone else finds Louis strange, that's their problem.
