[AUTHORS NOTE: Caution, this fanfic is NOT serious...meaning some GOOFY themes and unrealistic/uncanon tropes.]
BRADLEY
I woke up early that morning, like I usually do. Walking down my stairs, I decided to enjoy my cup of Joe on my front porch. I took my time making my Mocha Caramel Latte Chino, (made with skim milk, no whip cream, made in my grande cup, also using the same amount of coffee that you'd put into a tall, that way there's about an extra inch on top to pour in my homemade nutmeg without spilling any coffee at all.) As I walked to my front door, I noticed two ugly bums on my lawn. Upon further notice, I realized that one of the bums was Max Goof-my arch rival from college. *Good to know he's still a loser, imagine being so drunk you end up on someone's lawn.* I decided to wait and watch them from my window loft, whilst doing the daily wordle and enjoying my Mocha Caramel Latte Chino. Eventually Max woke up, and he gathered the other bum. I quickly realized that this bum was none other than Bobby-one of Max's goons. For a second there I thought he was a Weasley. Once they were gone, I got ready for the day.
Once ready, I gathered my necessary equipment for work-my ID, my computer, and paperwork. I got into my car and drove to the boring office where I worked. Getting out of my car I saw Pierre Jenkins, my secretary. She was wearing her usual beret, she's quite fashionable. "Hey boss! How's your morning going?" Pierre shouted across the parking lot, in her usual thick French accent. "Pretty good. I see your speech therapy hasn't worked AT ALL. You can't keep scaring away my clients with your thick French accent!" I replied. "Sorry boss, but I can't change the fact that we French people are incredibly scary and fashionable!" She said, with a saddened look in her eyes. I rolled my eyes, and ignored whatever it was she said next. Once inside my office, I collected my papers, and fired a few idiots. *What a productive day!* I thought as I clocked out for the day.
