The Boy In The Spotlight

Chapter 1

"As many of you already know, my name is Eric Webberly," I said, looking into the camera in front of me, "and I'm an actor and model. And to answer many of your questions, yes, I am 16, though my birthday is in another couple of months. And it is confirmed that I'm moving out of the U.S and into Canada," I could hear boxes being moved around in the room next to me, "I will not be posting anything for a couple of weeks, or at least until I get to know my surroundings. So don't start panicking and thinking that I'm dead when I don't post anything. Thanks again for all of the support that you guys have shown me through my journeys. Bye,".

I nodded at my brother to stop the video. The last time that I moved to another country so many of my fans thought that I was dead, and even wrote their own obituaries for me. Let me tell you, convincing them that I was not dead, was not an easy job.

"How can deal with it? The stress, I mean," my brother, Cecil, asked quietly.

"I can't. I just try and ignore it," I told him, being equally quiet. Typical me, always with the short answers that don't actually answer the question. Cecil half-smiled.

"Are you boys done procrastinating in there?" my mom called from the hallway.

"Ewic, Ewic! Look what I found," my little sister, Nicole, ran into the room carrying a green rubber duck.

"Wow, Nickie, that's awesome! Now, where did you find our green little friend?" I asked, scooping her up into my arms.

"He was in one of my shoes!" she giggled, hugging my neck. Cecil and I grinned at each other; Nicole had put that duck in her shoe last year and she had said that it was for 'safekeeping', then a week later she forgot where it was put.

I carried her out of the room, and Cecil closed the door behind us. Almost every room in the house was empty, aside from a few boxes that hadn't been brought out to the moving truck yet.

I set Nicole in the car with the rest of her toys. I looked back at the house, thinking of how long we had been in it, and all of the memories. I wanted to go back into my room one last time, even though we were tight for time. Then I realised that I had a legitament reason for going back to my room, there were some loose boards under my bed that I used to put things underneath. I started to walk back towards the house.