The ambassadors nephew

Chap-1

"Good morning Linda please read my reminders for me."

I groaned as I sat up in bed with serious bed hair, "ugh, why the hell is the sun so bright?"

"Good morning Arnold, here are your
Monday November 20th reminders:
Go visit your uncle Pedro in Sharlezlyn, he has fallen ill."

"How so? Just last month I visited him and the doctors said he is doing fine? What is he sick with? Is it curable? Why have a staff of expensive/private know it all doctor's if they can't cure you!"

"Now Arnold you know I am not programed to answer such questions as these, my modem is not that advanced sorry Doll"

"Oh uhhh, sorry Linda by any chance did I tell you how lovely you look on this beautiful monday morning!"

"Thanks Arnold, you sure know how to make a gal feel one in a million"

Linda is your personal assistant that you created from scratch, she knows a lot for a personal house modem. She's highly intelligent and one of a kind. Just like her creator.

After laughing at Linda's dry humor. I spent ten extra minutes in bed debating wether or not I was going to attend a very important business meeting with my Uncle's bankers. After what felt like an eternity of talking to myself I finally decided to get out of bed. As I got up my left leg got in twined with my le franto de dol silk covers causing me to crash to the ground,  BOOM!  "OooOOOOOOuch! Owwwwww ow owwwww ow!" I screeched while holding my left leg. "why the hell am I so freaking clumsy!" I'm yelling so loud to the point I scare myself, my shrieks vibrate through the walls making tremendous echoes. At that moment I didn't care how girly I sound,  that shit hurt!
I limp my way to my sock drawer and put on my monday socks which are the fuzzy pink ones. They're very feminine but make the most dreaded day of the week a whole lot better.
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On my way down stairs to the kitchen, I rub my left buttcheek trough my Hanes boxers. To hungry and lazy to care I make a big bowl of cereal, yup you guessed it, Corn Flakes! Most people hate the blan taste but I personally love it. With a wide smile I turn on the radio for some quick tunes with my lazy man breakfast. 

"You are now listening to 78ohoh the station that plays all of your favorite hits! Today we're going to start your morning off right, this is Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning"

And just like that I hop up from my forest green stool. With my cereal bowl still in hand rocking my hips vigorously to the song dropping my half eaten breakfast on the floor. This time I can't be blamed for my slip up, blame my socks! I paid the very vivid mess on my Persian rug no mind. Not many guys who are 6'5 dance. Personally if you are an oversized weirdo like me you grow to not care, Pun intended. If there is tunes I'm going to dance no matter how embarrassing I look.

        As the beat starts getting better I sway my hips faster and faster trying my best to keep up, just as I get ready to scream sing with Adam Lavigne the song gets roudly inturpted.

"Breaking news the Ambassador of Sharlezlyn Pedro Pendicasto has slipped into a coma!"