Chapter 6: BORED.

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I come back inside and find my family with their eyes glued to me.

I realize I'm breathing heavily gasping for air as if I had just ran a mile, no wonder they're staring.

"Well... what happened out there?" my mom asked curiously and caringly at the same time.

"ahhh not much! I just um..." I opened the window blind a peep to see that my whole yard is empty. that should do it.

"I shooed them off. yeah! you're welcome! I said jokingly.

I happily pranced off to my room. I laid on my bed and started thinking...

maybe I DO want to be famous and those reporters were just getting on my nerves... like a heat of the moment. huh.

it can't be THAT bad... what if people want me to act courageously in movies and I get money. LOTS of money. I could get Starbucks everyday... live in a mansion... yeah.

maybe. just, maybe... I will enjoy this.

*1 month later*


My life has actually gotten a lot easier. I think people are starting to forget this whole "hero image." barely anyone comes to my door anymore,  I haven't heard my name in any media, and I'M BORED.

Usually I'm entertained by people doing wacko stuff outside my window.

I snatch my iPhone off my black-with-paint-splatter comforter and oprn the google app.

'ways to NOT be bored' I type in the search box. I get a bunch of results that I am uninterested in. but one catches my eye.

social networking.

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