Monday Morning Meme Funny Novels & Stories

A For Ambivalent It was Monday morning, and everyone knows what Monday feels like for a guy who lives alone in his apartment, passed the alarm, cold coffee brewer, bacon, and eggs waiting to get marry and a lazy guy on his messy bed. I can feel the hot sun rays peeking on my window as it reached my neck. I’m still in a long argument with myself if I should get up and make money or not since I need some break. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the clock hanging on the wall. It was 7:30 am.

~LALA~ As expected, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Meme is jumping on me first thing in the morning! “Bitch, get up”, she whines. “Really, Meme”, I squeal as she straddles me. “Ugh”, she groans. “How does Spin put up with your ass”? “There is nothing wrong with being a night owl. Maybe I should look into running a business that primarily operates at night”, I told her.

Anyway wayyy off topic, I love the subjects taught, the lunch break banter and most of all my girls so why the hell do I hate Monday's right ? Well it's the 'silly walking face first into the glass door, pouring juice into your cereal instead of milk, the oh shit wrong class and damn that was due today' shit for me. No matter how early I go to bed or how much preparing I do the sunday my monday always seem to go like this for me. The best part is being able to laugh at my stupid ass with my stupid ass friends. With a silent prayer to god to let this day for once just go my way before climbing into my now smooth running vehicle all thanks to James, making my way to school.

"MOJI!!!" The intensity of the voice that called my name was so high that my eyes opened instantly. It was eerily quiet in my room and I looked around, still not sitting up. My eyelids were starting to flutter close again when I heard my name again. It was louder than usual now and it went straight to my brain. I sat up, feeling the start of an headache. I specifically showed mom the meme that was made because of the fact that African parents shouting their kid's name to wake them up could lead to brain damage but it seems like mom forgot or she simply did not care because that must be the only reason why she was shouting my name like this.

Monday Morning My alarm shook me out of bed at 6:30 a.m., yanking me into the start of another week. I groaned, rolling over onto my side, sore in spots I shouldn't still be sore from Friday night. A pulsating soreness pulsed between my legs—not painful, just a memory that lingered. My body hadn't let go of him, even if I'd faked it all weekend. I picked up my phone, squinting at the light. A couple of notifications on the screen—Sophie sending a ridiculous meme at 2:00 a.m., José snapping me something I didn't even glance at, and…

It was another boring afternoon session. My day ended in school with a blink of an eye and I was utterly tired, I mean who wouldn’t hate Mondays right? If there’s someone who does not hate Monday then he is pretty much not a normal person for sure. MILO'S POV I was busy in my notebook with this unfinished lyric that I have written a few days ago. I sat in the dressing room while the others were getting their hair done by Lou. I grabbed my pen and stared at the scribbled words I have written on my page:

Who would have thought that when your parents had finally made up instead of hating each other and too busy upping one another, they would turn into real parents and come up with rules? So here I was, waking up on Monday morning, alone in my bed. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and decided to get ten more minutes of sleep. Sadly, it did not get any longer than a minute because the next thing I knew, the door was opened and my big dumb dodo brother shouted, "Good morning, sunshine! Ready for school?" "I hate Monday." I cursed under my breath, trying not to get annoyed. "Geez. Would you grow up?" I sat up and threw a pillow at him which he successfully dodged.

Everyone hates Monday mornings, I wasn't an exemption but this particular one felt like Saturday movie marathon with the girls. Queenie and I sat rubbing shoulders in homeroom when every phone in the room and probably the entire school pinged. Gasps, chuckles and nonchalant sighs were heard. Shortly after, the morning news was interrupted as the screen changed to the photo that had been sent to everyone.

Who would have thought that when your parents had finally made up instead of hating each other and too busy upping one another, they would turn into real parents and come up with rules? So here I was, waking up on Monday morning, alone in my bed. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and decided to get ten more minutes of sleep. Sadly, it did not get any longer than a minute because the next thing I knew, the door was opened and my big dumb dodo brother shouted, "Good morning, sunshine! Ready for school?" "I hate Monday." I cursed under my breath, trying not to get annoyed. "Geez. Would you grow up?" I sat up and threw a pillow at him which he successfully dodged.

Carrie suggested, looking between her sister and I. "Let me see, a Monday. Because Mondays could be enjoyable then... Well, almost." I teased, putting emphasis on my sarcastic remark. What I wasn't planning on, was them taking me seriously. Jamie's brown eyes suddenly grew wide, a sparkle in them now as she suddenly gasped, her