Unlucky Edges

I woke up late, around ten a.m. I was past my normal time for waking on game day. I went downstairs and everyone else was already up. My mom was out walking the dog, my dad at work and my sister was watching television. I opened the pantry door and it creaked like normal. Inside it smelled of sugar and cereal. I grabbed two “ding-dongs” and went to the fridge. I poured myself a glass of milk and walked into the living room. My sister was watching something on VH1 or something and I wanted to watch Sportscenter. I ate my breakfast slowly and the milk cleaned the chocolate out of my teeth. As I sat there, absentmindedly-watching TV, my mom walked into the house. She was wide-awake after her walk with the dog. My dog’s shiny black coat glistened with snow as she sniffed me and wagged her tail. I walked upstairs after I finished cleaning up my breakfast and I brushed my teeth. I put on some new clothes and looked at my watch, 10:45.
We would be leaving for my hockey ...