Max stood outside — waiting for his father — his body cold and he could barely feel his fingers from constantly driving in the freezing cold - his nose and cheeks flushed red and his lungs burnt

He stared of and tucked his hands under his arms — his blonde tufts of hair fell in his face and he frowned slightly he needs a cut he looked at his hands and tried to moved his fingers

He frowned again before he tensed — hearing a car pull up — the thirteen year old turned and he looked at who came.