The Boy In The Spotlight

Chapter 7

I had never actually realized how much my mom had unpacked and set up in this room, but now I did. There were now light blue curtains in front of the window, and the couch from our old house was sitting in the middle of the room. A few family pictures, that were taken a few years ago, were hanging around the room too. I walked in and turned in a slow circle.

"We've started unpacking but it definitely isn't completely done. We also have a wonderful view outside... it's the rest of the neighbourhood..." I held the camera in a way that it could see outside the window. I turned back towards the doorway and walked out, humming to myself as I lead the way into the next room. This room was completely empty, there were no boxes or anything in this room, "Umm... I think this is supposed to be the dining room, but I... uhh... I have absolutely no clue." 

I turned the camera so that it could see me, and I grimaced, slowly backing out of the room, "Guys, don't hate me for not knowing what a room in my own house is. I just moved here, okay?" I laughed, "So the next room will be the laundry room, but it has nothing in it so we don't need to go in there, I can just show you the door," smiling, I aimed the camera at the laundry room door, "Next we'll go upstairs," I started jogging up the stairs, but before I got halfway, the low battery symbol started flashing rapidly on the screen of the camera.

"Actually guys, I'm sorry, the upstairs tour will have to wait until tomorrow. I'm using my brother's camera and it's about to die. So I'll do the outro here and the wait until tomorrow for the next part. So, remember to like, subscribe, do all of that stuff, and turn on the post notifications so that you will know when a new video is out. This video hasn't been extremely long so I'll add the timelapse of the trip right... now," I swept my hand to the side so that when I edit the video then I can transition the other video into it.

I turned off the camera and brought it back downstairs. After a few minutes, I found the charger for the camera and plugged it in. I ran to one of the boxes and grabbed my computer, then took the SD card out of the camera and stuck it into the side of my computer. I knew that I wouldn't be able to download the video without internet, so I grabbed my backpack and stuck my computer in it.

I pulled out my phone and texted Cecil, asking him how far away the nearest store with free internet was. As I was waiting for an answer, I put on my jean jacket, and I took an apple out of the bowl that my dad had set out this morning. Setting my phone on the counter beside me, I hopped up and sat on the counter and took a bite of the apple. My phone dinged and the screen lit up, Cecil had responded. 

"There's a Tim Hortons about a couple of miles away from the house, I think they have free wifi, but if not then there's a McDonalds down the street from Tim Hortons," I read aloud, questioning what Tim Hortons was. I texted him back saying 'thanks but what's Tim Hortons?'. After a couple of seconds, he said that it was some kind of coffee and donut shop or something like that. I thanked Cecil again and then headed for the door, I picked up the spare key that my mom had left for me in case I was going to leave the house, and I slung the backpack over my shoulder.

I opened the door and took a few steps out, closing the door behind me. I turned around and locked the door. As I turned back around, to face the road, I wrapped my hands around the backpack straps. I walked down the driveway, turned left, and then walked down the road. There were houses all around me, and they all looked different, but they were all expensive. Our house was expensive but it didn't look like it on the inside.

Walking down the road I saw a few kids my age, but they weren't paying any attention to me. Though most of them were younger or older than me. Some were playing with other kids, some were obsessed with their phones, and others were playing with animals. The farther I went down the road the smaller the houses got. As I walked past one of the houses there was an elderly lady was sitting in a rocking chair on her porch, and beside her layed a sleeping golden retriever. She smiled and waved at me, she called, "Good morning! You look quite tired, would you like to come and sit for a few minutes?"