Sitting around bored was the worst thing that a thirteen-year-old could possibly have to endure. That and being called a kid by anyone only three or four years older than they were.
Finding something to do and finding a way to at least appear older consumed a lot of energy, but never seemed to consume a lot of time. Thirteen was the longest year, that is until fourteen rolled around, which was so long as to be almost unbearable.
Thirteen and time dragged on as if it was towing the continent of Australia to a cool spot in the shade.
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