Monday Morning Memes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Luca's POV Mondays were a bitch. Mornings were worse. And early mornings, like this one? Downright cruel. I slumped against my locker, yawning so wide my jaw cracked. The weekend had been a blur—training, Sienna, dealing with my dad’s never-ending attempts to “connect”—but none of that prepared me for the hell that was the first day of the week. “Mate, you look like you got hit by a bus.” I cracked one eye open to find Ethan smirking at me, arms crossed over his chest. He was fresh, energized, annoyingly awake, which only made me scowl harder.

It never budged though; it still rang punctually every morning to her annoyance. “Today is Monday..” He said, laying a strong southern drawl on the Monday; as if to get a point across. “Clem…” Emma called, sitting up fully on her bed. She was pissed off now. Did the guy just interrupt her sleep on Monday morning to tell her that it was Monday? What’s wrong with him? She thought. Of course she knew it was a Monday. So what about it.. “Yes..” Clem said, after waiting for some time to hear her talk. Didn’t the human know what today was? He thought.

Jace Steele. {Alarm clock blares loudly} “Darn it!!” I cursed, shuddering on my bed which could contain extra three persons on it. “Why does Mondays always comes so fast??” I stretched my hand to the pigeon-like alarm clock as i turned it off before crashing back on the bed.

There was a low grumble from him as I extricated myself from his grasp, he mumbled something before opening his eyed finally. "Mondays are crap." He says letting out yawn. "It's Tuesday." I say with a giggle, the fuck was I giggling? "Then Tuesday's are crappier." He said with mock seriousness. The morning felt somehow brighter and chipper, I'm not going to say that I was basking in rainbows or having my stomach turned into a butterfly mosh pit, but I felt good, free one might even say and as much as my belly churned at the thought, he'd played a role in it, After all it's not everyday a girl gets kissed senseless.

“Since when did this get so bad?” Steph sighed. “Oh, to look back on High School with rose colored glasses. I can’t wait to not remember Mystery Meat Monday.” “Questionable Taco Tuesday.” “Thoughts and Prayers Wednesday.” “Unsettling Bean Salad Thursdays.” “Or Barely a Burger Thursdays.” “And last but not least, Please Don’t Surprise Me Friday.” All four of us looked at each other before breaking out in hysterics. We continued to eat between making up hilarious food names for the random days we had weird food instead of the usual ones.

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…

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.

“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.”