Chapter 18

S E V E N D A Y S A G O

School was a buzz. As it always was every Monday morning. The November autumn air was cold and biting that mist rose out of nostrils in two trails like ribbon despite the fact that the inside of Dane's car was warm and my fingers felt cold inside of my cashmere sweater pockets.

In the parking lot, as I stepped out of Dane's car, kids were roaming about in jubilee and excitement, most probably expecting a sudden fall of snow due to the weather. Rap music blasted out of closed cars. Girls giggled and chatted in pip-squeak voices. The bad, nonchalant senior boys clique as usual were gathered together, smoking and puffing on tobaccos like chimneys while discussing loudly dirty topics and hollering, furthermore disregarding the school's protocol.

"Dane! Yo!"