Chapter 12
BoredAmy looked around the room. She was bored; she was always bored. Being a teenager was boring, and being a teenager for so long, sooooooo very long, was terminally, extra boring. It had not taken her long to discover that her age limited her movements. She had one whole floor to roam, and the times she had tried to leave, the maids would follow her until her aunt caught up with her and created an interesting punishment, which meant she was forced to give up ideas of escaping. That last interesting punishment was having all her clothes confiscated for three days, forcing her to walk about in a large, fluffy, pink bath towel.
She was clean. Oh, yes! She was really, really clean; her claws shone, and her fangs sparkled. And so they should; she had just spent the last hour pol
