I assume that the spider-fish mix came from my fear of spiders, and of drowning. Maybe I'm just overthinking it, though. It could be that I just had a nightmare. Whatever the reason for the depressing dream, now was not the time to think about it. I look up, away from the crisp waffles that were drowning in golden syrup, just in time to see my parents stop their conversation to look at me.

"Rage, why haven't you eaten?" asks my mum, her voice not angry but almost confused. "Do you not like the waffles? Because I can get you something el—"

"No its okay, I was just thinking," I reassured as I take a bite of literally the best waffles I have ever eaten.

"What about?" She asks as she jokingly raises an eyebrow at me.

"I honestly don't remember." I actually don't remember what the dream was about anymore. I smile really big, knowing that what was troubling me is now gone.

"You fit in quite well here," jokes my dad. "We forget things a lot," he admits as mum leans over the table to wipe the sticky brown syrup from his slightly stubbly chin.

"I sure hope so," I say in between giggles. "Can I go play on my computer?"

"About that," my dad starts. "Go ahead. But don't use the one in your room," he says, obviously knowing something I don't. I tilt my head because I only know of the computer in my room. "The door that was locked next to your room. Go in there." I nod and get us just in time for the cook to come grab my plate.

Upstairs I stand in front of the door that I notice is unlocked for the first time. Turning the smooth brass nob slowly, I prepare myself only to see a computer. What I see is not just a computer. Inside the large room are walls that are covered in my two favorite colors: red and black. On the back wall there is a huge block-letter R and all over the other walls are R's in all different fonts. Below the huge R is a desk with a double monitor computer with a Razor keyboard and wireless gaming mouse that faintly glows green. The chair has a set of buttons that have different message settings. What I find peculiar though is the microphone that sits next to the glowing headset.

"I know you like watching gaming videos," my dad starts, scaring me at first. "So I thought maybe you could starts making some. There is an editing program on the computer and I downloaded FRAPS, a recording software, for you. Think of it as a welcome home present."

"You didn't have to…" I begin while smiling so large that my cheeks hurt."

"But I wanted to," He assured me. "What will your YouTube name be?"

"Rage…" I search my head for a name. "RageGamingVideos."

"I like it." He grins as he walks calmly over to hug me. "I have a feeling you'll go far."