Monday Morning Meme Funny Novels & Stories

Monday mornings are always a rush for workers, especially Mr Xander. He groggily wakes up, his eyes still adapting to the early morning light. He quickly gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a shower, as it's Monday and work calls. As he steps out of the shower, he takes glances at the clock and realizes that he needs to hurry if he wants to beat the morning traffic and accomplish seeing Susan this morning. He quickly puts on his clothes and rushes out of the door, grabbing his keys from the table on his way out.

I say and wave my hand before ending the call and sighing. Maybe he’s the cure for all my problems. ➿➿➿➿ Monday, my first day of work, starts awful. I don’t remember the last time I had to wake up at six in the morning to be out and contributing to society by seven, but I hated it. I don’t know how people do this every single day.

I add smugly. “My future luna, your radiance outshines us all, but I must protest. We need to be able to build strength, even on your most dreaded day of the week.” Colton smirks as his sarcastic tone fills the air. There’s some giggles and restrained laughter at his last comment. I roll my eyes dramatically and sigh. “I agree with Lindsey. Mondays suck enough as it is. Lighten up some, Colton.” Joie nudges him playfully with her elbow.

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I hated Mondays. I always had and always would. Monday mornings were the worst, and that particular morning was not an exception. Monday mornings were always slow and gloomy- somehow, the fun and merriment from the weekend always never managed to tell on or impact Mondays.

Aiden's POV Monday mornings had a personality. They were loud. Not because people talked more. Because everyone seemed to be in a hurry. Students hurried across campus with coffee in one hand and notebooks in the other. Professors walked through the hallways with the determined expressions of people who had already answered too many emails before nine o'clock. By the time I reached the Business School building, my phone had already buzzed twice. The first message was from Mom. Good luck with your presentation today. ❤️

“B-But I thought, I thought you really like each other. I thought you’re— “All of that was just an act, Mira. By the way, I have to go now.” “Wait, Sunny— “Bye.” I hang up and put my phone back inside my backpack. I descended the stairs and saw mom and dad having their breakfast while watching their favorite cartoon. “Look, dad, that worm looks exactly like you!” mom teased dad. “I look like a worm?!” “It’s alright, honey. At least you’re the most handsome worm in my eyes.” I rolled my eyes. Really, early in the morning? “I’m going to school now.” I said.

"Adi you wake up early, now get up I will make you ready then I also have to see your sister." "Ready but for what? Are we going somewhere?" Adi asked, confused. Anita looked at him amused thinking, "he can't be my Adi. My Adi waited for monday because he loves to go to school and today he didn't even remember his school." Hearing a cute giggle she came back from her musings and said "Adi today is monday you have your school today. Now hurry up." Adi looked at Meera hearing it and became upset. He doesn't want to leave Meera here so he said making the most innocent face in the world.

“Juno Larissa!” I screamed at the top of my lungs while banging her door that morning. I woke up to Monica’s call with the news that she’s currently the internet’s laughing stock because of her cousin’s newly shared post - that is unfortunately, contradicting her caption from yesterday. “What?” She opened the door sleepily while rubbing her eyes. Her clothes and hair was still a mess and I can see some white stains on the side of her lips. I cringed hard, having the urge to pull her hair in irritation.

August 15th, 2011: Monday Day 1 ~~~~~~~~~~ Tony started awake with a jump when his phone started to vibrate and blast 'Welcome to the Family', by Avenged Sevenfold. It was a classic favourite of Tony's that he used to torment Dillon, since the lyrics reminded him so much of him sometimes. It was about the angst and anger of adolescence, and it drove the kid to insanity when Tony would play it, much to his delight. That moment however, he wanted to pelt his phone into a wall. It was the alarm that signaled it was eight in the morning.

I raise a perfectly plucked eyebrow makes a few days and painted with little brown color. "They are more receptive than the owner, but in this case I prefer the latter to obtain the former. My grandmother bursts out laughing and my mother chokes on the water she drank. What a mature man! However, I can't help but curl my lips into a stupid smile. "I think it will be a very entertaining dinner," says Grandma. Pleased, I look at Julio and then at me. The very harpy enjoys the embarrassment that Julio's cheeky words produce in me. The doorbell is heard.