Kyle ran back up to his room and rifled through a pile of clothes he had neglected, although it was neatly stacked for his use. "I'm going to be late and it is Martha's fault, again, for not telling me she washes these. Ugh." Pulling on last year's jersey and grabbing clean socks to complete his gear bag, Kyle stood up and asked himself if he was forgetting anything on this important day, the first day of try-outs. Senior year and he'd be the captain for sure. "Nutrition!" The answer popped into his head and he blurted it out as he grabbed his stuff and rumbled down the stairs of the spacious home.
In the kitchen he opened the fridge and took out his on-the-run breakfast and reached up into the cabinets to get his performance supplement... it seemed he had to reach farther. Maybe he slept funny and his vertebra were a little compressed. Nothing that he could stretch out during the day. Bagging everything up he made a plan to lie on the floor in study hall, he could convince Mr. Doolittle to let him do that today.
All set up, Kyle hefted his bag... woah. Why does it seem so heavy? Maybe he packed too much? Nah, should've had his breakfast and been out the door by now, Jane or whatever had made him late! Not late enough to miss school start, but late enough to interrupt his nutrition. She was going to pay. Slamming the door angrily behind him, he opened the car door and heaved the bags into the passenger seat, then climbed in. Sunglasses, check. Tunes, check. Breakfast, check. He pulled out, turning around to head to school. Garage door, check. Go!