Chapter 2. Grumpy Boss

The next morning~

"Jake!"
"JAKE!"
"JAAAKKE!"
"Huh?!" Jake woke up with a start.
"You are late for your job! It's 10 minutes left to 7!" Finn said.
Jake jumped out of the bed by the news and grabbed his alarm clock thinking why it didn't ring on time.

It looked like Finn turned off the alarm and it read 6am on the clock. Plenty of time left. Jake realized that he have just been trolled. Finn giggled at Jake's face.
"Finn, you asshole!" Jake cursed him brother for ruining his sleep early in the morning. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his hands to get Finn. But Finn panicked and ran towards the ladder to escape.

He slipped his hand and fell.

"Owww!" Finn groaned from downstairs. It was Jakes turn to laugh. He went to the bathroom and changed into his mail-man uniform that he had from his last visit to Princess Cookie in the hospital. As he was downstairs, eating his breakfast, Finn was putting a Band-Aid on his scraped knee.
"Aren't you gonna come with me to the job?" Jake asked before stuffing the whole pancake in his mouth.
"Nah, I got a date with Flame Princess. Sorry – It's really important," Finn said.
"It's ok," Jake said gulping down his pancake, "I am the one who asked for the mail-man job."

He left his dirty dish in the sink and went upstairs to get his stuff. Then he headed downstairs and opened the door.
"Bye, Finn," Jake said as he left.
"Bye," Finn said from the sink.

Jake walked around the corner of the tree house and got into a pink, girly bike. It was a stolen bike. Jake stole it from a 6 year old when he was younger. He seemed to take pride as he rode across the green fields humming and whistling. He stopped his bicycle near the post office and walked through the doors. To his surprise, there was nobody in there. Just then a grumpy old man appeared out of nowhere, slightly startling Jake.

"Uh… Good morning sir!" Jake said respectfully, "I'm new here so- "
"You are 2 minutes late," the grumpy man said handing Jake a bag overflowing with envelops, "You have to deliver all these by the end of the day – you don't, you pay a fine." The Grumpy Man gave Jake a dangerous look before returning back to his desk. Surely this man hates people.

It's more like: You don't, you die! Jake thought as he left. He hung the heavy bag over his shoulder and got on his bicycle.

His day as a mail-man has begun.

Note: Most words in Italics are Jake's thoughts.