I leaned against the rough wall of the school, watching the road for my dad's car. The air was chilly; I pulled my scarf higher up my face to save my nose from the nippy breeze. The sky was a blend of white, blue, and dull gray, giving everything a gloomy afternoon feel. My backpack-strap weighed down heavy on my shoulder. Danielle stood next to me, fiddling idly with her sweatshirt. We waited in a comfortable silence, out in the brisk winter air, until my dad arrived.
Danielle and I sat on the edge of the couch, but we weren't talking. Our eyes were fixed foreward, undivided attention on the small TV screen. Every week, we wait impationtly for Wednesday, the day new Supernatural episodes air. My gaze flicked over tot he clock- only four minutes left. No words were exchanged as we counted down the final moments, our breath held as the last commercial came to an end.
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