The boy that wanted to change the world.
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This is a very short story, around nine hundred words. It was meant to be just an outline/concept for a bigger story idea I have but when I read this back I kind of liked it on it's own like this, so I will be very interested in your views. Thanks guys.
The boy that wanted to change the world.Louis liked many things in his life, colouring, watching cartoons, dropping spiders on grandma's head but unlike most nine year olds there is nothing he loved more than listening. He would frequently stop in the middle of a room and strain to hear the quietest of conversations in the next room or pretend to be actively playing foot ball outside in his back garden when really all he was doing was listening to his elderly next door neighbour moan about the appalling job the gardener had done on her lawn. It didn't need to be anything exciting for Louis to take interest; he just loved to listen to people when they were utterly unaware of him. At first he would just listen to anyone talking in front of him, acutely but it wasn't until he happened to stumble upon a quiet conversation between his mum and her neighbour that he discovered the world of gossip. This talking is much more gripping than all the other types he had witnessed and even though he protests that there is no prejudice within him of any type of chatter he still finds himself sneaking around in his afternoons after school, trying to catch someone off guard. He loved to listen. There are things he doesn't like to hear of course, the news, arguing and anything that includes the words, sex, periods and woman problems. Those are far too frightening and utterly confusing for him to ever want to understand that particular conversation. "Louie, your dinner is ready." His mum calls from the bottom of the stairs. Louis huffs to himself. Dinner always seems to come at the wrong time because Louis had just settled in to watch countdown, another favourite thing of his. By the time he gets to the overly sized yet cosy dining room everyone is already sat, waiting for him. He sits in his usual spot, next to his mum and looks down at his plate. Sausage, mash and peas again he thinks to himself, but he would never complain, he didn't have it in him. "Eat up." Louis' mum orders and he takes a bite, forcing himself to swallow. Everyone falls into their normal dinner time routine, just as Louis begins to watch them all, like he always did. His dad shovelling food into his mouth much quicker than was truly polite but then he was a big, six foot burley builder and in Louis' world men like that were suppose to eat too much, too quickly. His sister next to his dad picking at her food, or rather pushing it around her plate until eventually it would become so mashed up that mum would almost always automatically assumed she had eaten something. Tessa had just started to hit puberty and had fast become something for Louis to avoid. They use to play together, Tessa used to be his closest, best friend until she hit thirteen, now all she seemed to do was worry about what she ate and if she was getting another spot. She wasn't Louis' Tessa anymore. This makes him very sad sometimes, he misses her. Then there is mum, a slightly over bearing, loving woman that is as stubborn as any dog with a bone or child with a forbidden cookie, she didn't seem to know when to stop talking sometimes but of course Louis loved this about his mum because she was always there, always. Right on cue, after everyone has finished their main course the table banter begins. Louis loved this part. He keeps his eyes to the table like always but if he had been a dog his ears would have visibly pricked up. "Tessa, please try to eat a little more." Mrs Delaney pleads. Tessa only frowns at her mother and shoves one pea into her mouth with a perfectly executed amount of defiance, like always. "Jeff, tell her please. She is not over weight, she needs to eat more before she waists away!" "Love, she still has enough meat on her bones, leave her be." Mrs Delaney stiffens a little from the lack of support from her husband but like always, when this subject arose she backed down. Louis' dad is officially the only person she would do that with and Louis finds this fascinating. His dad had never done anything to cause his mum any fear but she reacted that way regardless, adults are funny things, he thinks to himself. "Dad! Are you saying I'm fat?" Tessa protests. Mr Delaney reaches across and squeezes his daughters arm reassuringly before he speaks, this is another regular occurrence. "No of cause not sugar. I just meant that you're not wasting away love, that's all." She settles back into her chair and smiles at her dad, the type of smile you would never have seen on Louis face because his dad never said these types of things to him because Louis was different. Too different for his dad to understand so Louis gets ignored. Like a stubborn stain on the carpet, you can't remove it so you just walk across it as if it's not there hoping one day you will get so use to this that eventually you don't even see it anymore. Louis felt like an "invisible' stain. "Louis, do you want some more sausages?" His mum asks. Louis is just about to shake his head like usual but after watching his dad with Tessa he has an overwhelming urge to be in the room, properly, like normal boys. All he wanted to be was normal and one day he would be and he hoped that would change the world. Show everyone somehow that even people with problems can become somebody. He was going to be that person, one day. "Nuh, Nuh... no. Thuu... Thanksss." He stutters.