The one thing we all have in common is waiting. After my 8th period class, U.S. History III, I always walk out into the blinding white light. As I walk, it seems everyone waits for something. People calling their parents, friends, doctors and maybe even lawyers. Setting up some sort of time arrangement for actions.

As I would turn right, I always see this one well built, Hispanic boy have his back lean against a pole, checking his phone, wiping his glasses. While all these details might make you assume that I have an affection or homosexual interprets on the boy, I don't.

As days gone by, 171 days to be exact, I always see him waiting for someone or something. I never found out though, I was not patient enough to wait for the answer. On the 162 day, I found out we have Math class together, I just never notice him being there, again, I am not into men for sexual attractions. During a discussion about getting STD on your elbow, he revealed his name was Danny. Even though he is Hispanic, his last name was Chan. Danny Chan.

On the 172 day, Danny graduated. I do not see Danny waiting anymore, because he is waiting with his back against a pole at a college now.

You wait, I wait.
When the wait is over, another wait begins.