If I had known today was going to be the worst day of my life when I opened my eyes this morning, I would have gone straight back to sleep. As it was, I awoke happy and feeling rather refreshed, despite being in my local until closing time last night. Yes, it was a school night and yes, I did drink maybe one... ok two too many drinks but you only live once, right? Anyway, whilst going through the usual lather, rinse, repeat ritual in the shower I was feeling pumped, full of life, ready for the day ahead. There was absolutely nothing gonna break my stride, oh no – as the song goes.
Grabbing my keys and munching on some toast I left home thinking today was going to be a good day. Oh, the error of youth eh? You have to laugh or you'll cry. Hahaha... no, actually I think I'd rather cry.
(Insert sad face with water brimming in the eyes here please.)
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When the Least Favourite Doesn't Care
Narrativa generaleLars has just experienced the worst day of his life. He has always been too common for the title he will inherit and the fact he is the son of a Lord means he will never be accepted as a commoner. Throw into the mix his disappointing career choic...
