Tim and the Heatwave

Tim and the Heatwave

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Disclaimer! This story is entierly fictional, none of the events in the story have actually taken place. This story is designed to be short. Description! Waking up on a sunny November morning may seem usual for most. The whole daily grind, dodging whatever comes your way through the day. But waking up on November second, only to have school canceled due to extreme heat, is another thing entirely. Now, while most kids my age would currently be doing their mandatory happy dance, I stopped to ponder, Okay, great... but what? Tim is an average 12 year old boy living in Alaska, but when he wakes up in the morning to be trapped in his own run-down apparpment during a heat wave (without air conditioning, I may add), what will he do? Follow Tim on his journey seaking relief from the heat while reminiscing memories.
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