Biblical hopped out of the old minivan (covered in rainbows and small animals, no less) and waved to her dad. He waved as well, partly to dissipate the smoke from the cigarette away from his face.
"Bye, Dad!" Biblical yelled into her scooped hands.
"Alright, don't hurt yourself! The doctor says no extreme activities while you've got those stitches in, okay?"
"Whatever!" She turned away and pranced through the gate, making sure that her scarf was as swooshy as possible. Closest to a cape she could get.