"Please, please, please! Why do I always miss something before going to school? I've got my rucsac, homework book, reading book, think book, master of disguise book... Now what do I need?" I hurried over to the staircase, leapt up the ragged stairs in 3's and did a forward roll onto my carpet. "Aha! My maths book, just what I needed. Where would I have been when I didn't have a maths book!" I pushed it into my full-to-the-brim rucsac, and tripped over my tennis racket.
"Louis, you're going to be late!" shrieked my mother from downstairs. Gotta get going!
"I'm coming..."