Novel & Cerita Monday Morning Memes

Naitee explained at Payal chose to open her mouth. " Monday means God shiva day. Were you fasting on Monday for a nice groom, Don't you? Payal teased Naitee deliberately. Instantly Maverick stilled on his seat and swallowed hard. Turning his head he looks at her all-red face due to shyness. " Tell us " Payal request cutely even though she knows the answer. " Yes," Naitee softly replied in a very low voice but everyone heard her clearly and hoot only to tease her more. They are taking revenge on her for scaring them with that cockroach.

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.

The day comes with a blinding brilliance. Off or the air conditioning and I get out of bed. It's December 28th.I have so many things to do today. The first thing I do is take my mobile and check calls and messages in the mail. Nothing, no calls. I hear the sound of a car parking and turning off. I look out the window; It is a car that I do not recognize. I shower and brush my teeth quickly. My hair only needs a bit of styling cream and I let it go down with freedom of expression. For at go vacation from work should serve.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

I died on a Monday. There is not a single good thing about Mondays. You wake up, you end up dragging ass while getting ready. You spend the whole day trying to get back into the “weekday” routine. Nobody wants to be at work. The coffee doesn’t do its job, you’re running behind half the time, and sometimes you die. Or is that just me?

I have some friends too. “Hon, Its time to wake up. The bus will be coming.” I look back whose familiar voice was that, it’s my mom. “I’m getting up,” I reply with a coarse voice. Mon went back down after I woke up. Oh goodness its Monday again. Who doesn’t hate Mondays right? The first day of the week and will be suffering for the next 5 days. Is it just me or that weekends disappear in a blink of an eye. I swear it was Saturday the moment I open my eyes its Monday. “What date today is again?” I ask myself while I open my phone. Today was April 15, 2025. I should get up and face the shitty reality up ahead. Shoot! We have a quiz in History class. Well its stock knowledge again, I guess.

~Jolene’s POV~ There are three things I absolutely hate on a Monday morning. 1. Coffee that tastes like betrayal. 2. Emails from HR. 3. Seeing Jasper Coleman in a three-piece suit looking like a goddamn Calvin Klein model dipped in sin. Guess which one hit me first?

𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅 I woke up early Monday morning and started the day. I never partied on Sundays because waking up with a hang over on Monday morning was the worst thing ever. I rolled out of bed and pulled on my sweatpants and walked to the gym room in my house. After I was done working out, I took my bath, got ready for work, ate breakfast and drove off to work.

I was to open it a second later when I suddenly remembered what day it was. Just like everyone else, I hated Mondays, and I wished it didn't have to be so important in my life. I got up from bed with a yawn, stretching lazily as soon as my legs touched the floor. Checking the screen of my phone, I saw that I had less than two hours before I could be considered late.

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.