"You text too much!" your dad complains. "You never go outside!" your mother nags. "I'm just a normal teenager!" you retort. But eventually, your parents can't take it anymore. Now fed up with your resilience, they decide to ship you off to a remote place approximately 300 miles south of the Arctic Circle. That's rig...
[Please read Just Below 0 first if you haven't yet! You'll understand this so much better, I promise. >w0] You've been in New York for six months now, time passing so painfully slow as your deranged uncle Allen keeps you held in the city despite your attempts to leave. All you can do is plot your plans to get back to...
What if you can wish for anything? Even for a friend? or perhaps something or someone much more?