AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Homework, studying, helping your big sister around the house.”
“Like I said, boring.”
“What would not be boring?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you have any hobbies? Play any sports?”
“Not really.”
I scratched my chin. “You take a lot of videos. Do you like doing that?”
“Yeah.”
“Is there a film club or a photography club at school you can join?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, why don’t you find out?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Here’s the deal—you can’t be doing the shit you’ve been doing the last few months anymore. No more throwing crap off the roof, stealing mannequins from department stores, or dyeing tenant’s cats. If you’re bored, you’re going to have to find something to do that won’t get you into trouble. But I think maybe the reason you’re getting in trouble is about more than being bored. You want to know what I think?”
Heath frowned. “Not really.”
I grinned. “I’m glad you asked. I think you’re looking for attention. Your mom isn’t here, and even when she is, she’s not watching you guys. It’s not uncommon for teens, and sometimes adults too, to seek negative attention—after all, at least someone gives a shit if they’re yelling at you, right?”
“I’m not trying to get attention.”
“Oh yeah? Then why post the videos on social media?”
Of course he had no answer for that.
I sighed. “Look, it’s not my place to lecture you. In fact, I have no damn idea if anything I’m saying is even right. But for some insane reason, I decided to get involved. And I don’t do shit halfway. So I would like to try to help.”
Heath shoveled his slice of pizza into his mouth and stayed quiet for the next few minutes. I was surprised when he eventually spoke.
“I used to have a video camera. I did like making movies and stuff.”
“Oh yeah? What happened to it?”
“We sold it at a pawn shop.”
“Why’d you do that if you liked making movies?”
“Because there was no more of my mom’s cheap jewelry to sell after she left, and we were out of canned food.”
My heart squeezed. “Sorry, man.”
He shrugged again. But since he’d opened the door, I decided to pry a little.
“How often does that happen? Your mom leaving, I mean.”
“A lot.”
“Do you know where she goes when she leaves?”
