After rummaging around in the kitchen for a few minutes, Mark bounded up the stairs with a bag of chips and a can of Coke in hand. He considered barging in on his older brother Jeff, but stopped short when he noticed a white box sitting in front of his bedroom door.
He walked over and picked it up, giving it a shake to determine what was inside. It sounded like some clothes - probably something his mom bought for him. He walked in his room and tossed the box on his bed, slamming the door behind him. At the moment he was more interested in checking email on his computer.