I heard a bang bang bang on the door followed by my Dad sternly saying, “we’re leaving in 10 minutes”
“Where did the time go” I thought as hoped out of the shower perplexed by what my father told me. I brushed my teeth and put on new clothes. I hurried down the hall to the kitchen and poured myself some crispy Frosted Flakes. I scarfed down the bowl of tan flakes covered in sugar. Each spoonful i could feel the energy flowing into me and the sugar waking me up. The cold milk quenched my parched throat. Shortly after I grabbed my stuff and moved it into the car. “Dad!” i shouted down the hall “Im ready to go!”
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and my dad responded, “Ok one sec”
I waited by the car for 5 minutes and my dad was still not out of the house, so i jogged back inside and said “Dad lets go!” He was cleaning. 6:45 in the morning and my dad was cleaning! He was making me late. We got out of the house and it felt like my dad was driving like a snail. I expressed my worry of being late but he said we’d be fine. The max was to leave at 7:00am so we had less then 10 min to go to Wells Fargo and get me some spending money and get to the station. While waiting at Wells Fargo i recieved a call from my teammate, Grant, He said “ Eliot, how far away are you?”
I told him “less than two minutes” although i was a bit aprehensive about that answer. Grant responded “Ok well hurry up or else you might miss the max” and hung up. I began to sweat nervously my palms became clamy and hot. I twitched and squirmed for a few seconds until we left wells fargo and headed to sunset transit center. We turned into the praking lot and behold, my team was still there. While i was grabbing my bag from the back seat my dad said, “have a good fun trip and race as well, bye.”
I gargled out “bye” i was still not fully awake. However, the cool air did prompt me to put on my purple sunset cross country jacket which warmed me up a tad. We walked down the slippery stairs which were damp from the morning dew to the platform, and what do you know i almost slipped backwards on my butt. The assistant coach told me “Youre starting the trip off great, being late and almost getting a concussion” and he slapped me on the back telling me to get moving. The max was still 8 minutes away so i plugged in my jet black sony in-ear headphones to my highquality apple iphone and away i went whisked into another world of beats, rhymes, and overall good music. My headphones however could not keep out the whizzing and rumbling sounds of the approaching max. The train pulled forward and it was rather empty but i still did not get a seat.
My caoch told me “its only going to fill up more,” and i quickly began to envy my team mates who had a seat. this hour long train ride was going to take a lot longer. I put my headphones back in my ears. I watched as the early birds on my team were trying to see who could get off and on the train the most every stop. I was losing energy by just watching them; I had almost none to begin with. Finally, after what felt like hours we got off the train and entered the Portland Airport. New smells entered my nostrils some pleasant others not, the army of purple clad people marched on to the ticket counter. Neeway got our tickets and off we marched to the dreaded security.
