Chapter 1: My Life
It was a day in March. Usually, I woke up at 8, go and bath, dress myself, do some "motivation" (don't ask me what motivation I am talking about, bae) and then get my breakfast. And then I get to my garage, turn on my riced pink Subaru BRZ and drive out. And then you see some traffic jams. I mean, what the hell? You are pissing me off, traffic. I don't really like that situation. If I want to, I can just crash the roads. But I don't think the cops would let me. Damn, why was it that way?
And once I got to work- wait a minute! I forgot to introduce myself! Aw damn it, I am going to talk about it later. Preferably I want to expand that a little further. Maybe even further than the distance Geronimo Stilton can run in a minute.
Alright, once I reached my workplace, I got inside, get to the elevator to the 14th floor, and then get to my desk. From there I saw the whole city in motion. Not really much, but you pretty much got the idea. I live in the city, you idiots!
Okay, okay, you all, I hate the fact that you all have been waiting to know who am I. I am going to go ahead because not everyone wants to wait, I mean, who the hell wants to wait? Maybe your dog can wait, but not us. Now I can just ram that over.
