'Mark interview in a half an hour!' Roger said
'Where did my other sock go?' Mark asked searching his room. 'It was here a minute ago.'
'Just get another pair!' Roger yelled at him from the other room.
'There my Lucky socks.' Mark defended. 'I'm going to need them to survive this job interview' And if I'm late i'll never get this job' He could hear Roger mumbling to himself but he didn't bother to ask what he was saying. 'Ah Ha!' Mark exclaimed 'Found you!' he picked up his sock and put them on his foot.
He grabbed his camera and headed out the door. He wasn't outside for ten minutes when he tripped over a sidewalk square that stuck up to far.
'Damn!' he said as he hit the ground. He checked his camera to make sure it wasn't broken.
Luckily enough it wasn't. Unluckily he ripped the knees of his pants. 'Could this day be any worse?' Mark asked himself.
Like on que it began to rain. Mark sighed and tried to keep his camera from getting wet. When the rain finally stoped Mark was about a block and a half away. 'So now you stop raining!' Mark yelled the sky. He continued walking and made it to his interview.
'Name?' the secretary said. 'Mark Cohan.' He replied simply. She flipped through her daily calender. 'Your interview is tomorrow.' she replied slowly. 'But Roger said...Roger!' Mark ran out the door and headed home. Planning his revenge on Roger.