To get up early is a mortal sin

To get up early is a mortal sin

My… fucking, crazy and superficial… life
Everyone to Bort and welcome to my first free story without fandom- Naruto XD uh, what can I say ... well that's also my first story with emo characters at the same time: P but I think they always have great things Hair * _ * Great hair .... great hair .. great hair ... great- * throat * where was I?

Oh yes, I hope you get my idea, because it came up with me during my internship that I did in the hotel. XD If you have any questions, just contact me and if nothing else, I wish you a lot of fun with the 1st chapter of "My ... fucking, crazy and superficial ... life"
Chapter 1. To get up early is a mortal sin
Do you know that adrenaline rush when you get up in the morning?

Yes? Well ... I don't. I mean, which sensible person had the sick idea that you have to earn your money with jobs that you still have to do so early?

"Leeeeoon!"
I should seriously think about going back in time and slaying those responsible. After all, NOBODY was able to prove anything to me.
"Leeeeoon !!! Leeeon wake up. Leon, Leon, Leon, Leon, Leoooon!"
As usual, Toad bursts into my room without being asked and has to wake me up in her wonderful, gentle way. Oh, how I love her.

I have to admit, she wasn't used to opening doors the civilized way. What was that again? Open up, knock and ask if you are allowed in? Or was it going in, opening the door and then knocking? Yes, I think that's the way it is with her if you leave out the knocking altogether.
"Leon, Leon, Leon." She has already hopped on the bed, made herself comfortable on my back and yells that out as if she were cheering me on. For what that please? So that I can chop off her head? Should i start right now?

Why am I messing with her again? Somehow I just can't think of anymore. Ah exactly! She is related to me in God's name.
I make no move to move an inch from my comfortable bed.

"Leonard Wetzner, if you don't get up immediately, I'll throw away your entire supply of hairspray."
NO!!!!
I got up with a jerk and she plops off my back.

Toad giggles.
"You lousy little ... toad."

"I love you too, brother."

May I introduce: Marie Wetzner, my pubescent little sister or just for me - Toad.
When I pull my blanket over my head and try to ignore it, Toad has to do her job again - getting on my nerves. She tears the covers off my body and screams around.

Can't you wish for a nice way to be woken up in the morning?

No, I do not! That's why I have my toad, which has made its life's work to make the rest of my life hell for me,

Which she does regularly.Does she actually get money for it?

Or why does she do this all the time? Speaking of jobs and money, today is Monday.

Hallelujah, how happy I am when I think about it.

I hate Mondays for a number of reasons:
a) They were the offspring of Hell

b) They should be banned and shot dead

c) You were the natural enemy at the front and ...

d) ... I had to go to work in God's name.
I sigh, get up and disappear into the bathroom.

When I've finished showering and styled my hair, there is a knock on the bathroom door.

"Leonard, Mom is already at work. She said I should go with you.

So hurry up otherwise we won't get the train at half past four.

"Toad?"

"No, Santa Claus. Who else, you Bubie. Is there anyone else I should know about besides Mom, you and me?"

Hach Bubie ... a nice word to describe me what? I have no idea where she got it from, but I like that better than the other ways she compares me with.

But wait a minute. When does Toad knock? God, I have to mark the day in bold red on the calendar.

"Toad, since when-"

And the door has been thrown open and a grinning black haired toad looks at me.
"And I thought you got sick," I confess with a smile.
"I never do, you know toads don't get sick, brother and now come at last"

I spray some hairspray into my jet-black mane and voila.
*
Toad stands next to me, armed with a purple satchel.

The train arrives on time and so we get on.

We're lucky, a pair is still free and Marie is already storming towards it, because I don't think either of us would want to stand for thirty minutes to get to school like her or to work like me.

We live in a small village that I can't even pronounce the name of, because I'm afraid that I will twist my tongue by a hundred and eighty degrees.

Except for hundreds of farmers there is nothing there. Really nothing. That's why we always have to go to the next town. It is just a few minutes away and can only be reached by train or car.

Why didn't we move there right away? Yeah ... good question, next question please.

Because only my mom knows the answer. Who wanted to get away from big city life!) And that his children should spend their lives in what I call a stinking cow crate?

Well, in the end we got used to the bad smell and it's not THAT bad either.
"In a few minutes we will reach the school center. Please get off on the right in the direction of travel. I repeat: School center, get off on the right," you hear a female voice say.
"So toad, now you have to get out, oh what a shame," I grin at her.

She just shows me her tongue and crosses her arms over her chest.The train stops with a squeaky noise and Marie gets up from her seat, is about to go to the door, when she stops, turns around, leans over to me and gives me a big smack on my cheek.

And then she bends back and grins at me.

“Bye, Bubie.” She waves and the doors open and she leaves the train.

I still smile after her, which she probably doesn't even notice. Because the doors close again and the train continues on its route.

If toad wasn't that annoying, I'd like it slick.

After 3 stops, mine finally comes.

I leave the train calmly.
I look at the clock: 7:45.

I sigh because I haven't arrived at my job yet.

I reach into my jacket pocket, take out my I-pod and put the headphones in ... where do you put headphones? Yeah, right in the ears. Well done.

And so I'm preparing for the ten-minute journey ahead.
After five minutes I can't anymore, because walking this shitty path every day is ...

A horn?

Did I somehow end up on the street and am about to be run over by a huge truck?

No, the horn is too quiet for a truck.

Probably some kind of weirdo, drunk behind the wheel, staring at some women.

Terrific

No, I am not shot, I am not raped, I am not bleeding to death, I am not drowning, no, I am just being run over by a drunken lunatic.

How unspectacular ...

Well, life isn't a show stage, is it?

But when I want to put my headphones back in my ear so that I can at least enjoy my death, I hear the horn sound again.

God, if the guy is stupid, he can't just run me over instead of honking so idiotically, he can't hit the road anymore after the accident because he has too many witnesses.

Another honk and after that there is another one.

A fat vein pounds on my forehead now.

With a jerk I turn around to yell at the bum that he should finally run over me or drive past me, but to my amazement there is no drunk, idiotic bum, no.

A turquoise Twingo stands there and causes a traffic jam because it has stopped.

I grin, turn off my I-Pod and run out into the street.

then I knock on the window pane, open the door and sit down on the rough seat cushion.
"Well, did you have to accompany Marie to school again?", A female voice speaks to me.

She noticed it straight away, because otherwise I'm on the road earlier, but what don't you always do for your sister?

But I don't think I should tell the person sitting next to me that I thought she was an idiotic bum…. well okay, the bum is taken back, the rest stays."Yes, Mom was already gone when I woke up and YOU have to cause another traffic jam?" I grin at her.
"Always my darling for you," she laughs and gives me a friendly hug.

Kate is one of my dearest friends. She is really pretty with her orange hair and olive green eyes.
One honk and we realize that we are still the cause of a traffic jam.

And my blonde chauffeur grins and drives off.
"Nowadays people really don't have any patience," she says and shakes her head with a grin. "

"Nowadays you don't just stand in the middle of the street either. Sometimes I wonder how you even managed to get your driver's license. Was that guy drunk when he gave it to you?"
"Something like that," she says, very monotonously.

I avert my gaze from the gray asphalt and instead look at my girlfriend, startled.
"Kate!" I yell in shock.

Then she starts laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh Leo, I keep getting over you."

I sigh in relief. You never know with her.
"Well, have you been looking forward to Ms. Petzold all weekend?", She changes the subject.

I laugh. "Sure. I had sleepless nights because of her."
Ms. Petzold is my boss and a witch, if I can say something about it.

Nobody really knows how old she is. I estimate her around forty-seven. She and her husband run a four-star hotel. I like your husband because he's never there anyway. He's mostly at meetings and we've got the old woman on the cheek, amen.
Arrived on the premises, Kate parks shortly before a large sign that says: "Hotel Grand Prishtina" and shortly afterwards we enter the building. The hotel is a two-frame half-timbered house and is really old. If I'm not mistaken, it was built in 1556, but it has been modernized for a few years and has comfortable interiors too. I don't know what they did with it, but you can't recognize it. It was painted a subtle white and artificial palm trees were set up around the hotel.

It really looks like it came out of a rich Mallorca hotel magazine.

It has three floors with a ground floor and a fitness and wellness area, as well as a restaurant and a