What to do, what to do

Though Belem never measured it, the bedroom was twelve meters across and five meters wide with one door leading to the rest of the house and another door leading to closet. The nearest bathroom was across the hall that the bedroom door opened into, and whenever Belem had to use the rest room at night he would have to walk pasts his siblings two bedrooms and the stairs going down to the main floor. If you walked past the bathroom, you pass another bedroom opposite the bathroom before entering the study with the master bedroom, on the right.

All the rooms and the stairs were covered by a white carpet that had started to go gray with age. There carpet right infront of the bathroom had a spot that was very white compared to the surrounding carpet. This was because of the repeated bleaching that took place there whenever someone had an incident waiting for another sibling to get out of the bathroom.

Currently, only Belem's bedroom door was open and he, laying on his bed, could see that all the other doors on the hall were closed. It was quite time. Dad was pretending to work in the study, while Mom was reading in the master bedroom. She was currently reading a sci-fi novel that originally had been published in China, but was now translated to english because of how popular it was. Aliens invading kind of novel.

All of Belem's siblings were also in their rooms, except one. Belem did not know who, but one of the siblings was in the bathroom. He could see the light coming out from the strip under the door and hear the bathroom fan on. Everyone used the bathroom fan, it kepth others from hearing your bathroom noises.

Belem on the bed, was staring at the white bathroom door, whomever was in there had been in there for at least twenty minutes. Too much cheese in their diet probably.

Belem's book was on the bed next to him, on the left. It was a school book that he had to read for class, and it was boring. It was written by some old dead white guy that liked wordy sentences. They just went on and on, and sometimes there did not seem to be a point to them.

What to do with his life, he, as the oldest needed to set an example for his siblings. This was what his Dad told him all the time, but he did not know what to do. He and all his siblings were homeschooled, and he was almost eighteen, he never even had kissed a girl. Now, he was going to be kicked out of the house, and told to get a job when he never had worked a day in his life. He also did not even have a checking account, and had no friends. There was also no goal.

While the book at his side was boring, the old man that acted as the main character did have one thing that Belem did not, a goal, a plot. The old man was hunting a white whale, that was how he was using his life, that was his purpose. What was his purpose? How would he matter?