Sunny walked into his house and set his backpack on the floor as he collapsed into his favorite red armchair. He’d spent countless hours on this particular chair. Those hours spent on the chair were due to the fact that it sat barely three feet from the front of the TV.
Over the years, the TV had become a staple in Sunny’s life. The only time Sunny couldn’t hear the TV was when he was at school. Whether it was from Sunny or one of his parents, the TV was always being watched whenever the Sunny’s house was occupied. Even when trying to go to sleep, Sunny could hear the faint voices talking from the living room. It was at night that his dad would appropriate Sunny’s favorite chair to let the TV shout him to sleep.
As a result, Sunny found TV to be synonymous with home. And since when he wasn’t home he was normally at school, and he hated school. And when he was at home, that meant that he wasn’t at school, which made him like home, and by transitive property, he liked TV. It was there every day waiting for him to get back so he could explore the countless channels. That is, every day but today.
Sunny pressed the red button at the top of the remote, and the TV flashed on. But no TV show revealed itself from behind the black screen curtain. Instead, a series of grainy black and white strips appeared on the TV along with one of the most terrible noises Sunny had ever heard. It sounded like someone had put pebbles in a blender and turned it on. And no matter how many times Sunny changed the channel, the noise and the grainy stuff stayed on the screen.
Sunny then did something he rarely ever had to do. He turned off the TV. He tossed the remote on the rug at his feet in resignation and stared blankly at the now-useless box in front of him. He didn’t know what to do.
After doing much more thinking than he ever expected to do away from school, he decided to get something to eat from the kitchen. After looking through all the coverts and through the refrigerator, he found nothing that appealed to his appetite.
The silence in the house was deafening. It was strange not having the constant sound of the TV accompanying him in every step throughout the house. Sunny thought he was going to go crazy.
After wandering aimlessly for a short while, Sunny stepped on something unfamiliar. It was a book with “Matilda” written on the cover. Sunny thought that was unusual since he hadn’t seen that book since his mom read it to him when he was a little kid. He wondered if he could read it now.
Opening the book, he slowly began to make his way through each page. Each page brought him into the magical world made by Roald Dahl. It was different getting a story from a book than from the TV. On a TV, you’re observing a story, but a book makes you feel like you’re in the story.
After hours of reading, Sunny had not only finished “Matilda,” but he had also discovered many other wondrous worlds on a dusty book shelf. In the middle of him reading another book from Mary Pope Osborne, he heard the door open, and his mom walked in and muttered a greeting toward Sunny. Almost by instinct, she picked up the remote and the same grainy-looking screen popped up as before.
“Oh good,” Sunny said, grinning, “it’s my favorite channel.”