Monday Morning Meme Funny Novels & Stories

I hang up before he can reply and a feeling of anxiety settles in my stomach. I was dreading Monday. _______________________________ hii hope you enjoyed! how was your day? vote and stay safe, remember to drink water! lots of love, amara<3

(Lily Charm’s POV) Good Morning everyone! Whoaaa! I am still alive! Whoaaawww! Crazy I am right? I am a morning person. Who enthusiastically welcomes the brand-new day with a positive vibe! Who don't want it? Want a slap? Everyone wants a good MORNING! This is me! Charmieeee! Not a napkin pad brand. Hahaha. I am using Modess and sister instead. I usually wake up before the sun gape to the new day and make it’s duty, to give a madness sophisticated morning light! Well, he is my first competitor. THE SUN. Don’t ever try to defeat me.

Monster on bed Fucking makes me tired Monday morning_______ 5,00am, my phone alarms starting ringing, I know already it's 5am to get up for school, I open my eyes to get up and get ready for school. Kahr was still sleeping, he was sleeping peacefully like a baby "What the hell, wake up sleepy head, today is Monday, and we have to start preparing now in order not to be late" I say as I keep taping him to wake up.

And basically everybody who came to watch the fight. This is why Monday gets a lot of hate from almost every single person in the planet. Monday always give them a preconceived anxiety. Monday is like a tsunami waiting to smash every single person hanging out at the beach front. I personally don’t have any vendetta about Mondays but now I think I’m starting to conjure one. *** “How are you feeling today?” Wednesday asked and patted my forehead the moment I joined her and my dad for breakfast. “I feel fine.” I replied as I start to put food on my plate.

“Only on Holidays. My Birthday. Mondays. When I’m feeling sorry for myself. You?” “From time to time. What do you have against Monday’s?” She placed the bottle to her lips and tilted it back. Though this time she stopped the flow with her tongue. Julian took a generous drink of his, before turning his body on the stool to face her. “Well, it’s the first day after the weekend. Tuesday isn’t Monday. Wednesday is hump day. Thursday is for throw backs. Friday is just Saturday which starts later. Sunday is just a lazier Saturday. Monday is where it all goes downhill.”

My feet came to a halt when I started to hear soft chats from under and I frowned, the sound was coming from the gym and I was so sure it couldn't be what I was thinking because it's a freaking Monday morning. Keeping my thoughts at the back of my mind, I got down from the stairs and made my way to the underneath which had a door that led to the gym. Just a I opened the door, my shoulder zagged and my eyes widened. "Hey, baby." "Morning, son." My parents said consecutively and I blinked thrice. "Um, are we forgetting that today is Monday? The day everyone goes to work early?" I asked and my mom waved her hands off at me and she used the treadmill gently.

"I have to meet with the show's director today. Besides, it's not appropriate for us to hang out together given our relationship." Reading this message, Victor anxiously chomped on more mint gum. What's not appropriate? The just-woken man lay on his bed, staring glumly at his phone. His hair was a mess from sleep, with a cowlick sticking up in the middle, bobbing as he shook his head. Victor pouted, not knowing how to respond. He ended up sending a self-made meme. The meme was of himself, teary-eyed, with a caption saying "Okay" in a sad voice.

Finally, I close my eyes and sleep. It's already morning, and it's Monday again, the worst day ever. I stretch my arms as I go outside my room and look at my kitchen. I prepare my breakfast, and after a while, I take out my phone and check Mimo's account on I*******m. She posts her picture while making a sad face with a caption. - I don't know what to say! I hate him so much!!!!! -

Morning broke like a held breath finally let go. No sirens. No push alerts screaming death into my hands. Marianne texted a string of hearts and a blurry photo of her coffee. Jamie sent a meme about Monday trying to kill him. Normal. The word sat wrong on my tongue, chalky and fragile.

He shared tales from the office—Marlena’s dry wit, a spreadsheet that refused to save, a board member who accidentally sent a meme to the whole company. “Wait, wait, wait,” Minnie laughed, nearly choking on her sparkling lemonade. “He sent what?” “A cat meme,” Ethan said, grinning. “Except it wasn’t a cat. It was a man in a cat suit licking a popsicle. And the caption said, ‘Mondays got me like.’” She wheezed. “You’re lying.” “I wish I was.” They laughed until their stomachs hurt. Later, as he walked her to her apartment building, the mood shifted—softer, quieter.