3. The Door

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"So who are these people you want to tell me about?" I ask Marie.

"So like, I was at a bar yesterday with my friends, it was so fun, we were doing shots and all and it was - "

"OK, just get to the point please," I tell her.

"So I was on my way back from the bathroom, and these two guys asked if I was from South Hill High, since i was wearing my letterman jacket you know," Marie continues.

"OK and..." I say.

"Then they asked for you." she stares at me.

"Me?" I give her a surprised look, "Why me?"

"I have no idea, they said they were your friends." Marie tells me.

"And what did they say their names were?" I ask her.

"Winchester." Marie says.

"Sam and Dean Winchester."

The bell to go to class rings as soon as Marie finishes her sentence. She leaves my by the wall, my jaw dropped open. The Winchesters?! Sam.. and Dean? What on earth would they want with me? 

I barely focus during my class. I can't take my mind off the fact that Sam and Dean were in town, asking for ME. It is about time that I meet them but why right now? I haven't even finished school yet. The day goes by in a blur, and I barely pay attention to whats happening in the background. Before I know it, lunch comes around and I get a sandwich from the sandwich bar. I get my usual, it helps me focus and pay attention. Hopefully it work for the last two classes of the day. 

"Smoked duck, cheese and cucumber please." I tell the lunch lady. I eat my sandwich and head out to the library. I sit and look at the yearbook. And that is something I NEVER do. I felt like finding an embarrassing picture of Kira. I gave up as soon as I started and headed to our secondary café. That's where I go to kill time before classes start. I open up my phone to find a message. From my dad. 

'Cia, the Winchester brothers are going to be looking for you so keep and eye out for them,'

Keep and eye out for them? I don't even know what they look like! The only photos I've seen of them were when they were 8 years old or something. And why are they even coming? I want to ask why, but I know my father won't respond to my message. 

'I want you to know that I'm alright. I'm meeting up with John tonight.'

And that's it. Nothing else. Well that helped. Not really. I checked the bottom of the message to find out that the message was sent two days ago. The bell rings and I head to business management class. As soon as I reach the top of the second floor stairs I realise I've forgotten my English textbooks in my locker. I run back down to get them.

"Sorry for being late, sir". I tell the teacher, Mr. Eaton, as I enter the classroom, out of breath from running down the stairs and then back up again. Some people are working on putting up their business charts on the boards and and a few others are still working on the tables. I take a couple of tacks from the box and walk over to a desk at the back. As I walk past Kira, she sticks a leg out in front of me intending to trip me over, but I step right over her leg and "accidentally" drop a tack into her sneaker. She didn't seem to feel it, so I'll wait till the end of class to see her step on a tack. That was IN HER SHOE! I outline the last of my words on my poster and pin it up to the wall amongst everyone else's. After listening to some things about business and other things that Mr. Eaton said, the bell rings and everyone starts to pack up. We all get up and jump when we hear a scream come from the end of the room. 

"HOLY SHIT theres something in my shoe! Something sharp and I stood on it! HELP!" Kira is holding her foot and hopping on the other. I try to suppress a laugh as I head to the auditorium for assembly. I sit at the top row in the one seaters on the side, and I don't even know why they have one seated chairs on these bleachers. They talk about a bunch of university announcements which I don't really need to pay attention to. 

And FINALLY school is over! For today. Still have to go back tomorrow. I walk to Subway to get a takeout sandwich for dinner since I have no skills in cooking and last time I tried it was a disaster. I have to wait about half an hour since the place is absolutely bustling with people. When I actually get my food it's already dark outside. I walk up the street for a few blocks until I reach my house... Just to find my door wide open. 

~ cliffhanger ~







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