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Riptide: a noun:
a dangerous area of
strongly moving water in the sea,
where two or more currents meet
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Also:
A strong negative feeling
or force that is difficult to control.
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Or
In witch an old family friend comes back into...
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Margret nervously sat by her computer. Her leg bounced up and done in anticipation. Her fingers up to her lips as she bit her already chewed nails. A 14 year old Sam Winchester sat on the edge of her bed, a book sitting in his lap.
She was waiting for an email. An email that determined the rest of her life. One that told her if she should book a plane ticket to New York or not. One that told her if she was good enough or not.
Her stomach was in knots. Her heart pounded in her chest. What if I didn't get in? She thought to herself. What if dancing wasn't something she was good at, and hunting was the only thing she was? She couldn't live with that.
She refused. The hunting life had changed her. She didn't want it. Not fully.
"You'll get in." A voice said
Margret turned in her chair. Her eyes locked in on Sam. "You really think so?"
Sam nodded mutely. He probably wasn't going to admit it to her, but he guiltily wished she wouldn't. If she got in, that would mean that she has to go to New York. Far away from him and Dean. Sam didn't want that.
"You know, you'll feel like this when you apply for college." She told him as she got up from the chair and walked over to the bed. She sat beside him.
"I guess so. If I go."
"You will. I know you want to. You can't let him decide what you want in life. That needs to be your own decision."
Sam gave out a sigh just as her her laptop made a sound. Margret took a deep breath and slowly walked over to the computer. She sat down and after giving Sam one last look before she clicked the email.
Congratulations! We are delighted to inform.....
Margret let out a laugh. One filled with joy and relief. She got in. They Accepted her. Margret felt like she was on cloud nine. She practically jumped out of the chair and jumped a few times with joy. "I got in Sammy!" She shouted with glee. Sam smiled, her happiness made him smile.
"Congrats, Maggie."
Sam's tone of voice is what caused her to be still. A sad smile came upon her face as she walked back over to the bed and sat beside him. He was clearly upset.
"I won't be gone forever, you know? I'll come back and visit." She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Sam looked up at her, his eyes glossy.
