Oh, here are the pictures that my sister drew! Of my fursonas, that is.
Ahah! I KNEW you would say that!
Here 'tis my story...
Drake ran as fast as he could, knowing he was already late for work.
I’m late! I shouldn’t have stayed up so late that night! You knew better not to party with those no-good friends! he thought.
He threw himself down the stairs, jerking on his overcoat and shoes. He snatched up his briefcase and took a split-second break to look himself in the bathroom mirror.
Drake Adams, you’re such a mess. Get your life together.
Drake threw open the door and bolted out for his car as fast as he could.
A few moments later, his car squealed down the wet roads of London as fast as he could make it go without getting a ticket.
“Drake, you knew better than this. You finally learn you had a mother all these years, snatch up her inheritance when you realized all these years she was dead, and then ruin it. Great job.” He muttered to himself, just as the sun started to creep over the horizon.
“Great job. And now you’re going to get fired.”
. . .
A wet and bedraggled Drake Adams stumbled into the office of Carlton Myers, Attorneys at Law with a groan.
“Look who decided to show up,” a voice said.
Drake looked past his shoulder to see his coworker Stephen smirking.
“Boss didn’t look too happy. Whatever happens, God be with you.”
I know! I know! Shut up already! He wanted to shout, but he didn’t.
“I got this. I always do,” Drake used as a substitute.
He stumbled into his office room, dropped his briefcase, and ran his fingers through his hair, slightly damp from the light rain.
“I don’t have this, I never do.”
It's a WIP...