Kyle Owens woke up at 6:53am.
Normally this wouldn't be a problem, however, today was no ordinary day. Today Bitterwood Highschool had an assembly early in the morning, and everyone was expected. Even Kyle. He didn't know what the assembly was for, what is was about, and why he had to wake up earlier to even go to it. Hell, normally he'd skip it, but his attendance was so poor, and the assembly was so important, that he had to show up to even pass year 9. And so, he rolled over in bed, and tried going back to sleep.
6:54.
Kyle rolled over and sighed, shit. muttering curses under his breath, he ruffled his brown hair out of his tired, moping eyes and slowly staggered out of bed. his house was silent except for his dads snoring. insufferable. He stumbled to his wardrobe and snatched his school clothes from the hangers, the stench of grass and sweat permeating from rack. He quickly got his grey pants and white shirt on, tied his tie which he learnt from a YouTube video 6 months prior, and rushed downstairs. He grabbed his bag, an apple too, dashing to the door, trying to catch the next train station, ignoring his fathers goodbye.
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Catching the train was easy. Catching a train whilst running with a shoe untied, a backpack with a ball and some books, your hair in the way, and constant foot traffic was the hard part. Nevertheless Kyle had to do it anyway, and also take a quick stop in the convenience store to grab a quick lunch too.
run run run....keep going... time? what's the time? Cant focus on the time... just run run run
he dashed into the convenience store and grabbed the first thing he could see, 'Sandy's ready made lunch!', a sandwich with what seemed like scraps of hard meat and cold cheese. He dashed to the counter.
"Just this please mate".
"right".
the casher scanned the lunch, his large stomach pressing against the counter, his head sweaty, and his hair thin and unkempt.
"50p mate".
Kyle reached into his pocket, and gave the cashier his 50p.
"Have a good day mate".
Kyle was mid-way out the door.
"Good luck with the assembly too!"
Kyle was out the door, catching what the cashier said before he continued running.
Assembly? My assembly? Cashier knows about my assembly? Run run run.
Kyle dashed down the street and turned a left, then a right, until he finally arrived at the station, and boarded the train. he was sweating, cold, and tired as he sat on the cushioned seats, his food wet from the rain and his hair damp and covering his forehead. 10 minutes to kill.