The Town of Hillenburg

A Welcome Neighbor

          William, a ten year old paperboy was making his morning routine when a big moving truck pulled up into an empty houses driveway and started unpacking boxes. He stopped his bike at a nearby house to listen into the moving company's conversation. He heard something about a family of five moving in, including a dog. There was an older brother, a younger sister, a mom and a dad. Apparently the dad had some sort of "history" with this town or something. William didn't hear that much when one of the workers told him off for eavesdropping. He quickly sped away, delivering the rest of the newspapers.  

       As he rode his bike, he wondered about the new family moving in. He wondered if the boy will like his drawings and listen to his singing. He was eager to meet them, but he was mostly just eager to get out of his house since his mother was keen on him finding a girlfriend before he grew up sad and alone like she did. William would always ignore her since all the girls in the neighborhood would take sitting out back or playing tag as a date. And even if they didn't they always just wanted to take his money or waste his time. So he never bothered trying with the girls, but he was real good friends with most of the boys in the neighborhood.

      When the family arrived William was as excited as he could be about meeting them. He rode up on his bike to their house, which was a two story suite painted light blue and white. He put the kickstand up right before the sweet old man next door to them called out to him as they walked inside. Being the polite kid he was, he went to go ask what Mr. Maplewood needed. When he got up to his porch, Mr. Maplewood asked him if he could pass around some flyers for a potluck that night. As it was tradition to have a big meet-up every time a new family moved in, William was not surprised. William reluctantly said yes and drove his bike off. While he was riding, he remembered that the new kid was moving in and he did his very best to speed up the deliveries.

       After William got back to his nice yellow and blue house, he laid in his too small race-car bed and blasted Elvis Presley on his too old, dented radio. He waltzed over to his tiny desk and started writing another story, since it was the only thing to do, not having many friends to talk to and play football with. He began writing a tale of a greedy man who didn't listen to anyone and lived by his own rules. He had a cool leather jacket and rode on a motorcycle through the towns, bringing joy to all the people that he passed. William soon grew tired of writing the story and threw it in the trash-bin next to his desk.

       William's dream was to write stories for the world, but it was hard when he didn't like anything he made.