Ryan POV:
I was rushing. I got out the shower, and started pulling on my suit, while also trying to button and knot my tie at the same time. "Ryan, breakfast!" Yelled my mother, I could feel myself breaking out into a sweat. I sat down on the bed, pulling on my socks and shoving my feet into my formal shoes.
I ran down stairs, two at a time. "Ryan, no running in the house!" Shouted my mother as she turned around with a pan of eggs in one hand, and a spatula in the other. "I can't mom!" I exclaimed as I grabbed a muffin and my keys, "why?" She asked, "work emergency!" With that, I was out the door.
I got in my car, and reversed out the drive way a bit recklessly. My tyres skidding a bit on the frozen tar. I need to get my tyres looked at. It would be faster to take the bike, but in all
