"Well, whatcha think?", she asked me hopefully.
I looked at her over the papers she handed me. Her smile faded a bit as she looked away awkwardly.
"O-okay, so you fall in love with him. But, I thought the reasons for such and your personality was written good.", she smiled back at me. "I mean, it's okay, right? I didn't do a bad job writing you?"
I only rolled my eyes. She clearly didn't know the entire situation.
Hello everyone. My name? I go by quite a few. You can call me Perry.
Yes, fangirls. I have been reading your little stories. So I turn into a "platyhuman", so you seem fit to deem me as, and fall in love with my nemesis, Dr. Doofenshmirtz?
Interesting idea, I must admit but there's one problem in these stories. No, no, it's not a problem with the coupling, though I'm somewhat sickened by what this generation has come to..
It's what THIS story is all about.
THIS story is about a man.
A man named Dee Bradley.
And it all starts...
With me.