Chapter 1B*Boy

You're ready to relax when you remember something. Your diet. You stare regretfully at the Doritos and soda, then set them carefully on the counter and jog towards the door. You reach for the door handle and turn it carefully, ready to go for a jog around the block, when you're hit with a downpour of rain, some of which makes it inside. You turn, slamming the door shut nervously, and look around in a panic. Not a storm! Anything but a storm! What to do now though?

Go flop on the bed and goof around on your laptop!

Watch TV.