Books of Instincts; Book One; Discovering Them.

Chapter Sixteen

William Garry Haven. A young teenage boy who struggled with, well, what teens struggle with. Family, friends, homework, boys, and of course, school.

Will was a shy kid, kept to himself and had a very small friendship circle. This was becuase Will kept moving from place to place. His mum was an air hostess, so she would be away for long periods of time, and then come back and taking him to a different city. Will has been all over the world, and so has learnt many different languages. Of course, this makes being educated difficult.

With Will constantly changing schools and curriculums, he would either relearn things for the nth time, or completely miss out on an important lesson, making him unable to do the current work. So when he was in year 3, his mother decided to take him out of school, and instead homeschool him. Will found this much easier to cope with and has easily caught up.

But of course, no school means no friends as Will couldn't join any activities outside of school. Maybe that was why Will was so shy, because he wasn't exposed to many youth his age. Whatever the reason, Will still thought of himself as lucky, because thanks to all of the technology nowadays, he has been able to keep in in touch with a few childhood friends.

Will wasn't very sporty, in fact he seemed to have this field around him that would direct incoming flying objects to his face. However, Will found himself being musically talented. As a young boy, he could remember strolling along outside, puffing out a tune on the harmonica. Now he has progress to the panpipes, and again, thanks to technology, he is able to teach himself some songs.

So now we take a look at his earlier years, when Will was 11 years-old. He and his mother had just moved towns again, and this time to a new state. His home was a small one, as the owners were away traveling and had decided to lease their property.

When Will and Sarah (Will's mother) hopped out of their car, they were greated by a family of four, a mother, a father, a young boy around Will's age, and a toddler. They lived in a similar house next to Will's, and they had decided to welcome their new neighbours.

The parents were Chelsea and Jack Yiddle, with their son Tim and daughter Samantha. After everyone had introduced themselves, the Yiddles offered to help with the unpacking. Graciously, Sarah accepted in attempt to get to know each other.

"Hey, Tim, how about you go help Will unpack his stuff. You two look about the same age, I'm sure you have a lot of things in common." Not wanting to be rude, Will accepted Chelsea's offer and went upstairs with Timmy to his new bedroom.

"Where would you like these?" Tim held up a box full of toys and books.

"The books can go on this shelf and the toys can go in this container," Will instructed, pointing to the a shelf on the wall and a small plastic box in the corner of the room. Will took his box of clothes and silently started to place them in cupboard.

Will wasn't sure what to do. He'd never had a boy in his room before, he hadn't even had a friend ever come over to his house before. Should he start a conversation? Should he keep quiet? Should Tim even be in here?

"Soooooo, new to town, huh?" Tim said, trying to break the ice.

"Yeah, I guess."

"You seem calm, have you moved house before this?"

"Yeah."

"How many times?

"Seven."

"Seven?! Wow, you must be brave." Will picked his head up at this, he had never been called brave before.

"Why would I be brave?"

"Well, I find it scary, having to leave your home. I've got so many memories that I'm scared to forget, becuase they might fade away after leaving the place where they occurred." Will had never thought of it like that, he has moved so many times its second nature to him now, and he couldn't imagine life just living in one place.

"I suppose, but you can collect memories from each place and compile a collection." Will suggested.

"But, how would you know what to take back?"

"Something significant from that place. If it was near a beach, take a shell, if there was a good park, take some leaves. Or even a photo. Anything that comes to mind when you think of that place."

Shortly afterwards, Tim and his family headed home. That day, Will learnt a very lesson, the lesson of perspective. For the longest time, he had only thought of what his life is made of. Tim had taught him how people view things differently because of their experiences.

For the rest of the time Will spent in that house, he and Tim always played together. "Timmy" was the closest friend Will ever had.

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No need to worry any more, I'm alive.

Like I said in my previous chapter, BollocksInTartarus ' comment inspired me to write something like this, and I would like some feed back from everyone. Do you like this? If so, should I do the other characters ones in a row or space them out? It would be very much appreciated if you could.

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