It was the second week of sitting out in the sun so devotedly you would think I was practicing photosynthesis. My tan had done nothing except deepen, even my hair was starting to lighten a little.
Mom had found a lawn chair in the garage, it had those nice cushions that velcro to the chair and everything. I feel like a king on his throne overlooking his mighty kingdom, like Mufasa is sitting next to me talking about "everything the sun touches" and all that stuff.
However it was the third week of quarantine. Meaning I had definitely exhausted my bookshelf, and even the old books stashed under my bed. I've now resorted to reading books on the internet, and let me tell you.
This app called Wattpad? It has a lot of werewolf books, yeesh.
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Quaranteens
Teen FictionSomething's gotta keep me entertained during this quarantine. Maybe that something is Jeremy Wilson. - - - - Completed.
