(Hey guys, I'm still in school, but I can use my computer now.)
Nathan finished packing, only bringing the necessities. Hopefully there was a washing machine. (question, how long will they be on the tour bus?) His parents ignored them when he tried to say bye as he walked through the door, but he brushed it off. By now, he was used to it.
Looking at his watch, he realized that he was super late.
"Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot," he repeated as he bolted to where the tour bus was supposed to be. Nathan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it still parked where it was supposed to be. He heaved his two luggage bags into the bus, only carrying a backpack for his other things, including his most prized possession: his drum sticks. And not the food.