Double whammy this week! I felt that since chapter 3 is such a short chapter, I might as well post it. Plus, it has a fun cliff hanger XD However, starting next week, it's one chapter a week. No excuses, and there's nothing you can do to change my mind.

Now then, I have worked my butt off to write this thing, and I want to know what you think. So review. Flame if you wish. Just review. Thank you :)

Oh, the full name of the chapter is; You know it's going to be a bad day when you fall out of bed.

It won't let me type in the whole thing.

~Sunechirei

I hate falling out of bed. I always have, and always will. It just seems like everything goes wrong on the days you fall out of your nice, warm, comfy sleeping device and end up on the cold, hard, desolate floor. See, this is how it usually goes. You're in said bed, nice and comfortable, dreaming about butterflies and bunny rabbits (well, I don't) when you are rudely awaken by said floor, not only making you angry that your nice dream is gone, but now you're cold, in pain, and irritated.

Then, you get up, mumbling to your self about how things never go your way, and that you were about to go to Candy Mountain and eat chocolate (I have never gone to Candy Mountain in my dreams) and suddenly you realize that you have to do stuff today. That just makes everything worse.

Not only that, but when you try to get dressed, you're so distracted by your irritation that you put your clothes on wrong, like putting your sock on your hand (not that I've ever done that) or you think your shirt is your pants. This frustrates you to the point of near tears, and when you're finally done, you have to make sure that you aren't actually crying for fear of being made fun of by your best friend (… okay, maybe I've done that). Then, when you try to go downstairs because you're stomach is rumbling, you trip on the stairs, falling two flights. Now that you're in even more pain, and your clothes are all messed up, you make your way into the kitchen with a limp, where you spy your mother sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

You say hello, she doesn't hear you, finally, something normal in your day. However, that doesn't last long as when you open the fridge to grab something to eat, you realize there's no food. Then you remember that the fridge died last night, so all of the food has gone bad, meaning you either have to have toast, or nothing. You decide that toast is the best option, however, you don't realize that the bread you want to eat is moldy and you almost puke when you take a bite of the disgusting green parasite type thing (Okay, I admit, I did do that).

In the end, you decide that you would rather not be sick today as you have to deal with crazy people, so you leave the house, your stomach empty and go to start your car. It's dead. The lights had been left on all night so the battery had died and you have to jump start her. Unfortunately, it takes you an hour to find the cables and get them hooked up to your car, so you're late to work on your first real day.

You decide that you need to get to work as quickly as possible, so you speed down the freeway, making sure not to crash into anyone. Sadly, someone thought you were drunk so they called the cops and told them there was a reckless driver. You, not really paying attention, hear the police sirens, and think they're for someone else, until you realize that you're going 90 in a 75 zone, so you pull over and face an absolutely furious cop.

They demand to see your license and registration. No problem right? Wrong.

Being the smart person you are, you left your house without your wallet, which has your license in it. The cop, being an irritable person, get's really, really angry and asks you to step out of the car. You oblige, but only because you really don't want to deal with charges of resisting an officer. That would be bad.

Then, as you get out of the car, your phone falls out of your pocket, crashes against the pavement, and breaks into four pieces. Four, depressing little pieces. You try to pick up the pieces, but the officer thinks you're going to attack her, so she grabs your arm, twists it behind your back, shoves you up against the car and tells you you're under arrest. As you're trying to explain that you weren't going to hurt her, she starts to recite your rights, and you decide to shut your mouth.

From there, you're dragged to her car, then to the police station, where you're placed in a cell with some old homeless guy who you find out was arrested for molesting a high school girl. Creepy, but not that bad, until the guy says you look like a high school girl (some people are just weird), so you scoot as far away as possible.

You watch the clock, with one eye still on the molester, as the minutes pass, then the hours, and finally, after almost five hours, you are allowed out of the cell to make your one phone call. It takes every ounce of self-control to not jump out of the cell and kiss the feet of the guards as you escape from the creepy guy and head to the phone. As you stand there, you wonder who you should call.

Your best friend? Nah. They wouldn't bail you out if they were being held at gun point.

Your mom? She would kill you.

Your dad? He would tell your mom, who would kill you.

Your other friends? They're too busy dealing with their own lives.

So you're stuck calling the only other person you know.

Your future business partner.

So here I am, in the county jail, at the phone, dialing Red's number so I can ask him to bail me out of jail.

God I hate my life.