Naftoli’s eyes are hard, he looks angrier than I’ve ever seen him, and I’m kind of scared to move
Being out of school isn’t as fun as one would think. Firstly, there’s the boredom. Sleeping all day kind of loses its appeal after the first 48 hours, and besides, my house is noisy.
I also haven’t been this inactive since I was two. Literally. Started ballet at three and haven’t stopped moving until, well, now. So I think I’m excused for going a bit stir- crazy.
“But it’s only been three days,” Naftoli points out helpfully. I make a face at him; he returns it with gusto.
“How do you do it?” I ask. Okay, it’s a low blow, but he’s really not being helpful.
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