Sunshine and Blanket Burritos (Solangelo High School AU)
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  • Reads 209,983
  • Votes 6,672
  • Parts 31
  • Time 1h 33m
Complete, First published Aug 14, 2017
Olympus High. It looks like prison. It's suppose to be a school for ADHD kids, but it looks like a school for outlaws. I walk into the school after waving bye to my mother. I did not want to be here.

Little did I know, that in a few months, I wouldn't be able to wait for the summer break to end. I wouldn't be able to wait to get back to the boarding school.

My little blanket burrito. I had be near him to be happy. He was the joy of my world.

And apparently, I was his sunshine.

(A/N) Hiya guys! Rose di Angelo IN DA HOOOUUSE! Sorry... I had to. Anyhow, I hope you guys enjoy this. It's gonna be fluff and jokes, just about. Maybe a TINY bit of drama. But don't raise your expectations up too high. I also realized that it's called a "Boarding School" a little too late. XD

Characters belong to Rick Riordan. Except Cakey. She's @Cakecat001
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